Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1916-05-16

would meet many authors tempted me.
| went. | was ushered into strange
atmospheric veritable Indian wig
wan, such as must have been on the
western plains ct 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
camptires-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 ball 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
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, garbed 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, 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 laughable
story 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
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 comet" rs
he married?" they asked of each 9TH
er. noticing he had come alone ap-
parently.
l 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
compliment him, for he can fire a
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 handsome wife. 1t
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 clas-s 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 10
fame who could get there was present.
Blue stockings? Not a bit of it. They
were like a lot of school boys and
girls let out for holiday.