The long-winded lady of the women's club course this time hurls her elegantly preserved Cafe Society dadaisms far into Africa--Kenya, then Greece, Italy, with stops along the way. Somehow Miss Chase survives a very civilized safari to view animals along with husband Norman Brown (who supplies the photographs) and assorted hard-working others. She struggles through the antiquities of Greece and Italy, firmly inserting scraps of background information to coach the ladies before her next appearance on the circuit, and trots out glamour in exotic food ingestions and camaraderie with notables. Why bother to point out that Lake Victoria Nyanza is not the only source of the Nile; that Bruce pre-dated Speke; but most of the tourist guide material, airily cribbed from, may be trusted. Miss Chase is at her best when the physical demands of travels unleash the log jam of accumulated irritations: a British culinary treat is demolished as ""a little heap of God knows what""; Mombasa is tabbed as ""the nether end of hell."" Travels with a yak.