Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1916-05-19

| "SoAu AiCCl Luduy duluOIS ltuDlSu Iuc
| went. / was ushered into strange
atmosphere-a yeritable Indian wig
Wam such as must have been on the
western plains at the time when
America was in its 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 its rose glow over the faces of
the assembled guests.
If anybody expected authors to be
a prosy set of blue stockings, he would
| find himself much mistaken. On the
contrary, it appeared more like the
coming-out hall of a bevy of debut.
antes. Beauty was literally mixed
with brains.
OF course you have often imagined
what your fayorite 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 pic
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
full face, CARRIED simply in white, with
no CLEAN of jewelry about her, was
Alice Hogan Rice, she of Mrs. Wigs
of Cabbage Patch" fame, said my in
formant, a newspaper man.
A moment later l was chatting with |
Cosmo Hamilton, the famous writer. |
He was a smooth-faced Englishman,
who could tell the best laughabie
story without cracking smile. Be-
side him stood George Barr McCutch-
con, round, rolypoly, 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 tulla and flow
ers 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 GOMEZ" as
he married." they asked of each 9TH
er, noticing he had come alone ap.
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. 1t wouldn't do to
him, for he can fire
iozen back at you in the same breath.
He is tall, slender, dark eyed-sh-
girls!
But the Ernest Thompson Setons. as
lost and hostess of the evening, were
If course in the spotlight. Like the
generality Of authors, he is slender,
If medium height, cordial in manner.
lie knows how to write a mighty in
eresting book. Best of all, he knew
low to pick cut handsome wife. 1t
s said of her that she is one of the {
most beautiful women in New York.
The has chestnut hair, blue eyes and I
$ OF medium height, plump, but not I
90 plump. Her gown was of black |
ulle, ankle length, with splashes of /
ea-blue spangles. AS hostess she is I
erfect. She clasps your hands, looks a
lto your eyes, smiles her inimitable 4
mile. subtly giving you the impress v
ion that the affair is given Just for
gu! Most every author known to 7
ame who could get there was present. u
lue stockings? Not bit OF 1t. They v
ere like lot of school boys and e
iris let out for a holiday. v