Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-11-16

children there. Several OF us took up
the cudgels for it. We said we thought
it the "classiest" house of its size in
Atlanta, and it is. ] would like to
see q lot more like it instead of so
many ginger bread and sugar-loaf eff
fects that architects insist on building
for you these days.
Speaking of the Ansleys, all Of
the mothers of two or more
daughters are thinking of Mrs. Ans
ley as the luck1est woman in town
Think of being able to give wedding
and a debut ball with just one big
trouble And such beautiful we'd
ding and ball as they were!
q OMEBODY told-and l can't
think who it was-that she
- heard Mrs. William Huntley re-
mark that never did an Eastern host
ess serve such elaborate menus as
those to which the Southern people
adhere
I knew it before, so her remark
brings me no surprise. 1t stands as
an uncontradicted fact that we
Southerners dine too heavily for our
warm climate, and we indulge the
inner man far too well not to expect
embonpoint and sluggishness to Keep
us company. Mrs. Huntley confessed
to me very frankly that she was gled
to get back to it all, however, and to
enjoy these feasts in her old home.
jamie Huntley is one of the few
women / have known who can In
dulge in this feasting, for she has
kept the slimness Of her girlhood
DAVIS Mrs. Huntley is as fascinat-
ing and entertaining as she was when
Jamie Speer, with a wee bit more at
tractiyeness since her residence in
Buffalo. ] can recall easily the popu-
larity she enjoyed when she returned
one winter from a visit to Cincin-
natl. Atlanta was thronged after
ward by the dashing beaus of Cincin-
natl. She had them all guessing, too.
iERES q story husband every
ri one knows is telling on himself,
so feel at liberty to recount it:
The wife. who is a lovely, quiet,
modest girl, has always been quite
q homebody. The husband is a love-
ly fellow, but he delights in gadding
about. He is quite some eye-maker.
but withal is devoted to his charming
wife. and Jokes about his long-dis-
lance conquests. The other day the
wife went TO a fortune teller, whom
she had never seen before.
"You had better start in and nave
big time socially" advised the
soothsayer Immediately. "Cut up a
little bit and You will have the time
of your life. Above all things, quit
worrying about your husband. You
will never in this world stop him
from being a firt."
The wife was very much amused.
"The only mistake the fortune teller
made" she said later, was to tell
me TO quit worrying. l enjoy my
husbands little flirtations as much
as he does. They give him lots OF
pleasure and he Is absolutely not
dangerous"
r HERE. there. Polly. brace up!
You are becoming a dodoering
old woman.
So l tell myself very often these
days, when a little lonesome feeling
comes about my heart as l think OF
the bright, lovable Atlanta girls who
have gone away because Of marriage
or change Of residence. Last week,
for instance, when Harris Stockdell
was here, that pang came. She seem
ed so much a part OF Atlanta that !
could not reconcile myself to the fact
that she was only visitor, and would
be gone away from us in few days.
And sadder still, the sight Of her
recalled Josie Stockdell, who is now
Mrs Hugh Foreman, and who also
moved away. And thought with re-
gret about Mrs. Charles Dana, who