Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1919-08-20
JUST GOSSIP ABOUT PEOPLE
Nancy Wynne Chats About the Kay-Meade Engagement
She Tells OF a Trip in Washtub Indulged in
by a Fair PhiIadeIphidn

TNHE engagement Of Florance Meade
i to a Boston man, James Murray
Kay, is interesting, isn't it? Florancc
is very popular here and will be very
much missed il she goes to Boston to
live, but then think of the affairs that
can be given in her honor when she
visits here. Her parents have been
dead a number Of: years and she has
been living for the past three winters
with her aunt, Miss Henrietta Meade,
and this summer has been visiting her
cousin, Meade Large, who is at Cape
May with his three boys.
Florance Meade looks very much like
the Meade side of the family. She is a
granddaughter of the late General
George Gordon Meade and a niece OF
the late George Gordon Meade, whose
wife was Miss Bessie Lewis, sister
of Mr.. John 7. Lewis, Jr., DIR. Morris
Lewis and Mr.. Saunders Lewis, of this
city.
She is first cousin therefore Of Mrs.
Horace .Francine, Mrs. George Cooke,
George G. Meade. Jr., Saunders Meade
and Salvadora Meade. who married a
Mr.. Wood, of New York. The first
cousins are indeed numerous, for when
one turns to the Large cousins (their
mother was Miss Sarah Meade, you
know, a daughter of the late generaD
there are Mrs. Joseph Harrison, Mrs.
Charles Fox, Mrs. Stevenson Easily
Meade Large, the late Bob Large
whose widow was Miss Mary Reakirt,
John Large, who married Miss Clifford
Newbold, and Spencer Large.
Florance Meade lived first with her
cousins, the Larges, after her parents
death, but when Henrietta Large mar
ried Ray Easily, Florance went to live
with Miss Meade.
Mr.. Kay is the son of the late James
Murray Kay and Mrs. Kay, of Boston.
His sister is Mary NJ. Kay. 1 under
stand that no date has been finally set :
tied upon for the wedding, but it vii
probably take place in the late fall.
r WAS talking to the sand crab yes
i terday. 1t had been off staying at
Atlantic City and farther up 'the Jer :
sey coast, and then had gone back to
Cape May. and it says we ought to have
been down at the last place last week,
when they had the young cloudburst.
I did not realize what a time they were
having, did you?
Well, my dears, 60 down there to the
photographers on the boardwalk and
you will see pictures of our own Phila =
delphia girls in bathing suits floating
down Columbia avenue in washtub
and then you'll believe it, for that is
what two of them did. (Strictly speak
ing, I believe one is not a Phiadel
phian, however).
Every one put on bathing suits and
raced around to the houses where there
were cellars, to help rescue the vege
tables and fruits, ETC., that were stored
there, for in some cases the water In
the cellars was up to the knees.
The sand crab says, "It was awfully
queer and 'gouey' to walk around in
cellar rescuing a trunk full of liner
and picking up cantaloupes and racing
after floating watermelons, and ther
to come suddenly on soft piece of car
pet, that oozed under your feet
And next morning, you would not
have known that the place had beer
flooded. Some of the women had hat
to be carried across the Streets, and one
well-known young matron was taken
across one street horizontally, on the
shoulders of two stalwart youths, while
one man got a raft and towed himself
around from Washington street to the
Chalfonte Hotel.
Wouldn't you have loved to see it?
But the joke of it all was that the
two who rode in the washtub did not
know that their pictures were being
taken and found them being sold two
days later for five cents each.
To say the mother Of one young lady
was Mortified would be very gentle
"I told them to come in and stop riding
around the public streets in washtub
Think of it," she exclaimed. ''My
daughter ~ But my daughter was
giggling over the picture. And l will
say this, it was hard to recognize just
who the two sailoresses were, the sand
crab says.
VOU hear all kinds of wild remarks
l. nowadays about travelling expenses,
and how this one came all the way
from Bar Harbor or somewhere in a
day coach, and how that one almost
had to ride in the baggage car, and
would have preferred it because when
he finally did get seat, the child next
to him howled all the way home, and
the family behind him ate oranges dis
concertingly close to his back all the
way from Trenton, and all that. "And
the prices!' everybody exclaims.
But when it comes to prices, Tom =
my's story beats them all. "Do you
know" he informed the family the
other day, 'you can go to Boston for
eight cents" The family gave a col :
lective gasp. "Where," inquired older
brother, "do you get that stuff? %
"Why, in the trolley cars" explained
Tom. "In one Of those great big long
green cars in town, there's a sign in it,
and it says, Boston, 8 cents; and you
can 90 to Chicago for cents!"
And then the family remembered the
excitement about the six-c fare,
gathered its collective senses from the
corners and crevices of the room, and
smiled a wide, appreciative, collective
smile.