Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1918-03-06
JUST GOSSIP ABOUT PEOPLE
Large Attendance at Opera Last Night-Brilliant
Assemblage Witnesses Opera of Far East-A
, Question of. Pronunciation

THERE certainly were many box par
i ,,os last night at "Mada-na Butterfly" |
rverybody who is still in town enter |
,.,red every one else. and even though the |
.-oots we're of last years vintage more |
,oror TO the women who are curtailinS |
\, wartines) the result was decidedly brill |
u.nt The Eli Kirk Prices entertained |
Or Rachel in their box, and Maisie Rush,
Ifred Hunter and Phil Price were the
,uests Uytendae Gamer and her husband
s..ro with the George Fales Bakers. Uyten.
s.,o looks very charming and still affects
sr,sbt colors, which bring out her dark
.,,r and fair colorlng. The Francis
Covens had Mrs, William Bullitt and Mrs.
.,lerton Cushman as guests, and Hope
.nd Tony Cromwell once more entertained
A. the stotesburys box. I wonder If we
Iii over grow tired. of PucCini's music?
doubt it myself, it's of too high a quality
a. sink into oblivion, and Farrar, though
hs,ter suited to vampirish characters, was
eharmins indeed.
Nv tie way, did you ever see anything
40 effective as her get-up at the Garrick
.r Monday night, when her husband, Lou
r.lleren. appeared in his new play,
4p,,nd Youth? Geraldine was in one of
.,s boyes and she wore white gown in |
very severe and plain lines, diamond pins
IN her hair and waved the most gorgeous
scarlet ostrich feather fan. 1t was some
costume.
THERE seems to be much excitement in
d i home circles over the announcement of
,he engagement of Danny Hutchinson to
Miss butcher, of Chattanooga You
see the engagement of Miss butcher to
a Mr.. Donald Hutchinson of Philadelphia,
was announced in u New York paper on
Monday and it was repeated In several of
the Philadelphia papers, but The name was
changed to Danny. Now, Danny's mother,
Mrs, Daniel Hutchinson, says there is not
a word of truth in it. The New York
paper said that Lieutenant Hutchinson is
the son of Mr.. and Mrs. ID. l.. Hutchinson,
Jr. of this city. So every cne is wonder
ing who Lieutenant Donald l.. Hutchin.
son, Sd, is and where he lives in Phila.
dephia.
A The r.ews in the Nev. York papers was
dated Chattanooga, but stated that Miss
butcher (whoso name, by the way, is FL
moral is the daughter of Mr.. and Mrs. Ed
! ward NJ. butcher, of Newton, y. j.
CAILORS, mari&s and soldiers have
y given the best sort of appreciation by
. their constant presence for the Sunday
evening suppers and musicales given under
the auspices of the Phlomusian Club at
its handsome clubhouse Fortieth and Wal
nut streets. From the beginning these af.
fairs to provide a homelike and agreeable
way of passing Sunday evening for service
men have been deservedly popular.
This last week the hostesses were mem
bers of st. Andrews Church, of which the
Rev. William j. Cox is rector. Mr.. Cox
who was chaplain of the Royal Canadian
Field Artillery and Cavalry during the
Boer War. delivered an address of wei.
come and inspiration. The program was
arranged by Miss Bertha s. Graham presi-
dent of the Philomusian Club chorus, and
Miss May Porter, musical director of the
Philomrsian Club. Miss Porter led the
well-trained chorus in several interesting
part-sorgs and also directed community
singing" in which the audience gave old
fayorite lyrics. Instrumental support was
given by Mr.. William Sylvano Thunder.
pianist Miss Florence Haenle and Miss
Elizabeth Porter violnists, and Mr.. Frank
r. viguers, corletist Solos were con-
tributed by Miss Haenle, Mr.. Horace r.
Hood, baritone and Miss Loda Goforth,
soprano.
THE novelty Of the automat has almost
worn off, but every once in a while you
see an enthusiastic person pushing Nckels
into the wrong places, turning on coffee
spigots without putting cup underneath
the spout and you know that somebody
else is getting that thrill that comes once
In a lifetime The first thing you do when
Peggy comes over from New York, or up
from Baltimore, or on from Chicago, is
to take her to lunch at the automat and
give her some hotcakes. So, when Phoebe
came UP from Richmond on Monday her
hostess Immediately braved the midday
crowd and managed to secure enough of q
table to enjoy country fried sausage"
and the inevitable and utterly delicious
hotcakes. In the course of the CONVERSE
tion she said something about how good
The "surrup" was. That sounded awfully
funny to Phoebe's southern-trained ears,
but she let it go. When another remark
was casually dropped about the "surrup'
Phoebe got worried. Maybe it wasn't what
she thought it was. SO she Ventured an
apologetc question. what is that stuff
you call 'surrup?" she asked. Hostess
hesitated minute. (You know you can't
take big bite of those hotcakes and get
away with any conversation) Then she
said, Don't they have surrup whero you
come from?' And the soft, drawing voice
came back solemnly, mo, we have 'sarrup'
down home.' NANCY WYNNE.