"A lady we know has related to us a gaffe that she made at one party, and we consider it typical of what happens when too many people gather in one place merely to drink and chatter. … As the hubbub was reaching its height, she was introduced to a pleasant-faced young man, whose name she understood to be Cudahy. Politely, she asked him the nature of his employment, steeling herself to hear something not necessarily to her advantage about the ins and outs of meat packing. To her surprise, the young man replied that he was in the jewelry business. Our friend said she’d heard that jewelry was a very competitive affair, and the young man said that this might often be the case. She then urged him, in effect, not to be disheartened by the apparent odds against him; sooner or later, fortune would smile on his endeavors. As she was getting off this little homily, she noted a look of increasing bafflement on the young man’s face. Something had evidently gone wrong, and, suddenly panicking, she melted away into the crowd, located her hostess, and asked who in heaven’s name it was that she had been talking to. Whereupon it turned out that the young man’s name wasn’t Cudahy at all; it was Cartier."