Badminton 1950 Cortes Island from Mom's letters

On Saturday, 13 members and 5 guests gathered at the Hall for a Badminton meeting.  Nominations were called for a new president, there was a murmur of voices, a flash of hands and Jimmy was elected President.  While I gave him a compressed-lip look of pity for getting himself into such a spot, there was another murmur, another flash and I was elected Secretary.  A most unhealthy situation I told the meeting.  With two members of the same family in office it was very seldom we could both be there at the same time and only natural if we were tempted to filch some baby-sitting fees out of the deal, but it was no use.  None so deaf as they who will not hear and most of them were off quarreling for their turn at badminton.  And speaking of quarrelling, I’ll warrant a wounded bull moose has nothing on the fury of a bunch of badminton players who met to play several days later but found there were no birdies because their executive forgot to order them.  Not to mention after three vigorous hours of play they find there are no eats because their Executive forgot to pick a hostess for the evening.  Oh, the Badminton Club is going to live dangerously this coming season, believe me.