Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1920-09-13

,,,uAT with tennis at st. Martins
w ,odav and the returning home
Saw yarious resorts, have never seen
nomh noth;ns TO equal tho crowds IN the
nnyI;e Most people have TO- travei
Jon coaches from Maine and Mas.
mSrsetts, Srs There are 10 many up there
sacnuo connot get reservations. One
mey told me the other day the OF
SwIaIs SwJI lacked ut her In paincd amaze
neia,' when she arrived In Boston one
mem mean,ng and asked for a section or even
unper berth through To- Ph,lede,;,
III. In two weeks time. 'Why, lady.
VIA he. chow can you expect any.n,ng
suc that? We're booked UP 70 Ucto
hsr l5 without nm exception. now
evcr, great many are travenng w
tbsir own motors, so that nslp, 9mi
~ hotels on the way down are crowded
10 the doors.
a,J motor trip now. They expect TO-
tna, onn an II for three weeks at lenst--
ge sCbarlie Baily's, Of Strafford, They
~, I recently to go up through New
en,,nrd en and into the White mountains.
tas,, Lnss, Rally Koons and her husband,
MUn' arr living ip Strafford, too. now,
VIZ Mpvhsir own house, have been in Cape
ia ,r ~, Tor n week, visiting Mr.. and Mrs;
pap Rooms Brewster's parents. And
,,rc pv Charlie Bailey goes to Princeton
M wear. so the elder Bailys are OIL
.iop. on o second honeymoon, as IL
were. ...t o..
nSy CURIOSITY was at last ap-
wi peased in seeing Mrs. Morgan Bel.
ront actually In the movies. shes ~
"Way Down East. ' She's NOT pan,
N,,tn
ci a..s Il we'll. The upper part of her
IT, takes well on the screen ana sne
,ssrries ,s herself we'll, but the mouth anG
Nh Aid not seem natural. Perhaps
sbo was n bit too much made up.
wonder If she will persevere in tnc
| .,ort she seemed at ease and not 10
tSs least self conscious. went the
evening night. when II was very eS-
o.Itng because the hero and heroine
.t tbe nlay were In one Of the boxes.
And several others Of the principals
~.re - there. hear Phyllis Walsh is In
ans Of the ballroom scenes, but inc
vnssts n at the ball went up and down the
stairs so fast and danced by so quickly
did not recognize her. 1t does MAKE
l. extra interesting when you know
any Of the actors and actresses, That 8
why am looking forward to the movie
fnr Rpe0 SITtet .NNlkHupthoVN ANNNS''
which the Junior League girls are 70
r;r" in n couple Of months. Then We'll
frow every one in II, from Jack Potter
ranging In age down to Peggy Dollett
and Polly Thaycr.
think there is one younger person
are than Polly and Peggy. but l am
not sure. Anyway. it's thriller from
all we hear.
THE Groome wedding was lovely on
l Saturday. 1t was down in War.
,.nton. where Susan has lived most OF
nor he, and the old Virgonia house was
dream of beauty with its great hall
md wide parlors, White and pink dah-
Ias we're everywhere and the Phila-
delphians who had never been in Fir.
rinia before could dot get over the
loft beauty Of 1t all.
understand that Bob and Susan
will live In Wynnewood, where they
have O house on Kent road. lte
lwfully pretty out there, though not
50 brideySs in Haverford.
cPEAKING of Haverford, have you
y seen the Frank Bohlen's house on
pictures Of the new brides home. It's
finished in rough white and has a
square front porch with four. pillars.
There's a hanging basket filled with
vines between each two pillars and
two little stone flower boxes on the
aoor Of the porch. Vine trellises are
attached on the ends of the porch and
Ivy Is already climbing up either sid.
Of the little door on the side, back of
the porch. On the roof Of the porch
are attached about four green flower
boxes. The porch has green wicker
furniture with pillows and table cover
Of black and white plaid gingham. It's
too deliciously bridey for anything.
Mrs. Bohlen, you remember was Sidney
Franklin.
7 HEARD a wonderful story the other
! day about a small schoolboy. whose
mother is very particular about his
appearance. She is the most spick.
aud span looking person I know, and
Jimmie always looks as II he had
stepped out Of bandbox, before he
gets into the mud 10 play.
But that is neither here nor there:
the story Is, that one day last spring
the teacher in school held up a small
handkerchief to view, and asked the
children gathered there: ITO whom
does this belongT' There was silence,
and then our dainty little Jimmie arose
and, holding up his hand, said loudly:
well, it's not mine,N cause ] never
carry one" NANCY WYNNE.