Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-12-23
The British Authoress LAM
bastes Her American Critics.
ALL ON ACCOUNT OF A SNUB
Lively Experience With Fat Face
Frumps in Gotham.
PILGRIM MOTHERS PARTY
Turns Out to Be q Turn-Down by
Dowds and ENTHUSIASTICALLY
Dies From Laughter.
Special Dispatch to The Star.

Special Dispatch to The Star.
NEW YORK. December 23-Mrs. Elinor
Glyn, authoress OF Britain, whose unu-
sually caloric book. Three Weeks Is not
considered a proper subject for discussion
in mixed companies Of the young and i'm
questionable. and who was snubbed by
the Pilgrim Mothers at their Waldorf-As-
toria banquet last Saturday, commented
briefly. but comprehensively. on the snub-
bling and the snubbers yesterday.
Mrs. Glyn laughed herself sick as re-
suit of the experience. but when a bunch
of newspaper men called to see her yester-
day she pulled herself together. donned a
blue dressing gown. two pearl earrings
and some other f1xings and put the Moth
ers on the grill. Her remarks were not
conspicuous for conservatism.
II was invited to the Pilgrim Mothers
party" she remarked, with the under
standing that I was to meet a lot of
brainy and dressy women. Well. I went,
and never In my young life have ] seen
and tabbycats. Bless my soul. what crew
they were.
Pancake-Footed Frights.
"A lot Of breathless. slab-hipped. pam
cake-footed rights of things that went at
their fodder tooth and claw and licked
their stubby finger tips after they were
through.
LAS soon as got past the door one
creature gave me a rude push and said
Hey. there, get in line and be received
right: the receiving ladies are over
there
80 got into line like a nice little girl,
and was feeling that I was pretty sure
Of my orange and bag of candy as soon
as reached the receiving ladies' when I
heard this behind me:
in the funny clothes? Is she an ac-
tress?'
".sh-sh. she's that Eli-naor Klyn wom-
an that wrote Three Weeks" she's on
the card to speak and just aching to, but
they've turned her down"
Fat Old Dough-Faced Trump.
II turned and saw a fat old dough-
faced trump and another creature that
at first seemed to be Of no sex at all. 1t
was as plain UP and down as a pickerel
and had a rough-hewn drayman's face:
but I concluded that It considered itself q
woman. from the fact that 1t had a tiny
blue velvet toque on top of its block of q
head and possessed q pair Of hips that,
like the earth. seemed to be about 25.00O
miles in circumference. When 1t saw me
sticky finger at me and said:
''Sa-ay. are you the woman who wrote
Three Weeks?'"
/ admitted the soft impeachment, and
1t pursued its advantage.
why did you write it?''
Because / enjoyed writing it," I re-
piled: but the thing would not down."
well. II that's the kind Of thing En-
glish women write I'm proud I'm an
American"
II escaped and presented myself to the
receiving ladies' and was assigned to a
chair against the wall.
Room stuHy and steamy.
Later I was rescued by two or three
really nice women, who took me to their
table. and were charming. But in spite
Of the fact that I WAS with some nice
women the room had grown 50 stuffy
and steamy from all those other women
that thought I would faint, and so I
got up to go. 1T confronted me at the
door. and poked its toe Of q finger at me.
You may as well get out; you amt
the kind of a lady that is allowed to
speak at the meetin's of the Pilgrim
Mothers. We be all good wimmin here. 4"
81 began to laugh and got to such a
state that had to stuff my handkerchief
down my mouth. BY the time reached
the hall my legs had turned to bread and
| my maid had to help me down the stairs
and shove me into my motor All the way
home I screamed and screamed; those
tabbycats were so funny"
when I got home fell into bed and
have just managed to crawl out. II I
ever go to another cat party like that I'll
die"