The log cabin Democrat., 1916-05-12

would meet many authors tempted me.
 l went. l was ushered into strange atmosphere-a veritable Indian wig Wam such as must have been on the western plains at the time when America was in it's infancy. Boys representing Indian lads played about or were engaged in rubbing together two pieces of wood to light their campfires-it being the only way then known to produce flame, by friction. Lights there were none save for the bright blaze of the campfire, which threw it's rose glow over the faces of the assembled guests.
 If anybody expected authors to be prosy set of blue stockings, he would find himself much mistaken. On the contrary, it appeared more like the coming-out hall of bevy of debut antes. Beauty was literally mixed with brains.
 Of course you have often imagined what your favorite author looked like. Ten to one you have shot your arrows wide of the mark First came Ella Wheeler Wilcox, blonde, dainty, with a round apple face and eyes blue as larkspurs She wore a cream-colored satin dress. ankle length, with garni- ture of silver lace-a veritable pie ture.
 Ellen Glasgow was in the receiv- ing line. plump, demure and fascinat- ing, of Titan type. The tall, slender lady with dark wavy hair and thought ful face, garbed simply in white, with no gleam of jewelry about her, was Alice Hogan Rice, she of Mrs. Wiggs of Cabbage Patch" fame. said my in formant, a newspaper man.
 A moment later I was chatting with Cosmo Hamilton, the famous writer. He was a smooth-faced Englishman, who could tell the best laughable StSry without cracking a smile, Be side him stood George Barr McCutch- con, round, roly-poly, good natured just the man you would pick out as having written the books you have read.
 My interest was intense when Win ston Churchill was announced. The pretty young things in tulle and flow CTS who had evidently waited for him to put in an appearance manifested their delight by asking; Isn't it per fectly lovely of him to come!" ''Is he married?" they asked of each oth- CT, noticing he had come alone ap- parently.
 I promised to find out and let them know. Such an unaffected. jolly young man would never have been suspect ed as being the author of the world famous novels. It wouldn't do to compliment him, for he can fire dozen back at you in the same breath. He Is tall slender, dark eyed-sh- Handsome, girls!
 But the Ernest Thompson Setons, as host and hostess of the evening, were of course in the spotlight. Like the generality of authors, he Is slender. of medium height, cordial in manner. He knows how to write a mighty in- teresting book Best of all he knew how to pick out a handsome wife. It is said of her that she Is one of the most beautiful women In New York. She has chestnut hair, blue eyes and is of medium height, plump, but not too plump Her gown was of black tulle, ankle length, with splashes of sea-blue spangles. As hostess she is perfect She clasps your hands, looks into your eyes, smiles her inimitable smile. subtly giving you the impress sion that the affair Is given just for you, Most every author known to fame who could get there was present. Due stockings? Not bit of it. They were like lot of school boys and girls let out for holiday.