Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1919-04-23

DoN'r You feel as if you were in some
~ great city Of southern Italy or France on
gala day instead of in dear. quiet old
Philadelphia? ! never saw anything like the
excitement in the streets. Why. its as much
as your life's worth to walk along Broad
street between Chestnut aud Walnut streets.
even when there is no sign Of parade. And
everywhere you turn you meet band or
hear some one singing a solo. until you are
So entertained you feel like buying every Lib
crty Bond you ever met with.
Certainly the Liberty Loan committee is
10 bc congratulated for the atmosphere ii has
put over, as it were if nothing else. II Just
invites your porketbook right open, whether
you can afford it or not doesn't it: 1t does.
T THOUGHT Judith jennings looked
awfully well looking out of the Victory
Loan booth at Thirteenth and Chestnut
streets vest erday. She is very pretty. with a
bright color and light. fluffy hair. and the
uniform with the red fxings Cshc's an f. A.
A., is most becoming. Her brother, Arnold
Jennings has come back from overseas re-
Gently with whole lot of wonderful trophies
and relics. which he exhibited in q window
Of ono of the Chestnut street shops.
couldn't tell you what was in the collection.
because every time passed the place the
crowd around the window wa& about three
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the very young. it's not exactly appropriate
for Chestnut street. But they do say there
was one more of those curious little
''heasties' heard much about all
through the war in the exhibition.
TALKING Of exhibitions. | went to the
L private view on Monday night of the off
cial war pictures of the British Government.
There was a very smart receiving line-MrS.
John Cadwaladcr. Mrs. De Witt Cuyler Mrs.
Mason Campbell. Mrs. Cornelius Stevenson,
Mrs. Henry Brinton Coke and several others.
Mr.. Raymond Wyer. who is director of the
Worcester Art Museum. is in charge of the
exhibition, and he lectured about it yesterday
afternoon. He was extremely interesting:
and such n knowledge of art. ! saw him at
luncheon at the Ritz before the lecture. He
and MIR. Brinton were at a table with Mrs.
Eli X. Price and Jean Bullitt.
The picture that interested me most was
that Of the young woman who was an Aus
tran spy. She was wonderfully clever and
had pretty nearly every man in love with her.
they say They had terrible time to catch
her. but they finally did, and she was shot.
Mr. Wyer had n very strange tale to tell of
her. His lecture was altogether most in
tcrcsting.
r SAW Esther Howell Toland yesterday on
thcStnut street. ShP rs the most won
derful looking person. She had on sport
suit Of soft green that was just exactly
right for her--jn fact. suppose that was
the reason she bought it 1T usually is when
people get those just exactly right things.
only | think they're awfully hard to find
sometimes. don't you? Well. to 60 back to
Mrs. Toland She wore a dark fur with this
good looking suit and a close fitting black
straw hat with a turned up brim close to the
crown
TTANE you ever noticed the different ways
IL people have of approaching things? For
instance. you tell something rather good-a
piece of gossip. something utterly foolish that
you have done. something utterly ridiculous
that somebody has said-to one person. and
she remarks in loud tones. "Ha. ha
and you feel that she got YOU. You tell
it to some one else and she replies with
a rather apologetir smile. lis that so?
How funny" >" And then sometimes you
meet up with the overwhelming kind that
cuts in. "Oh. yes but. my dear, wait until
tell you what - and so on. But the
, kind that fills me with awe and makes me
wonder if she really expects to 60 through
life that way is the kind heard yesterday.
Somebody toId'hpr an awfully clever rdbrt
that a youngstcr made to an elder. and with
out cha nging her expression moving her
gaze from the veil that she was arranging
with great care she exclaimed: oh my
dear. I adore that think that's per feet -ly
lovely--I simply love it-I think that's per-
fect--my dear. | love it. And if she
hadn't been rudely interrupted at that crucial
moment she would be singing that monotone
vet. NANCY WYNNE.