New Mexico state record. (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1914-19??, 1920-03-26

ritement, and also bearing a parcel TINS one III
he husbands slnewy and always competent hands.
wonder If they're bringing eats" big Bill smith
muttered. under his breath. He had been as
sured that the Briggs parcel was not good for te
digestion.
II don't want anybody to look while I get 1t
ready. No fair peeping," Ada Johnson warned. as
she bent over a chair In the remote corner of the
room. In an amazingly long minute she relieved
the anxiety of the crowd by setting in the center
of the table a mound of Easter eggs. colored In
the most ingenious fashion and bearing the names
Of all the club members. They're warranted hard
boiled, Will not shrink, warp or rub off. and they're
to be carried home In the tail pocket Of every
fellows dress suit" johnson explained.
"Humph, ! know a better place to carry eggs
than that" was Bits suppressed comment.
shall | open mine before or after dinner"
Mrs. Briggs asked, the shine having been rather
rudely brushed from her surprise by the hasty
appearance of the eggs.
II should say you'd have to open it before you
eat it," Jones gibed.
II didn't mean the egg. I was talking about
that" and she indicated the carefully wrapped
box on the serving table, just rs the waiter ar
rived with the anchovy paste. So it was not until
the interval between soup and roast that she got
around to the openings Of the Easter surprise.
How perfectly beautiful. How interesting!
How unique - came In chorus from the ladies. as
she passed out the gifts-made of Easter cards
of by-gone years, cut out and mounted to form a
mat for an unusually pleasing kodak picture OF
the Briggs. The edge Of mat and glass had been
cleverly bound in soft gray green.
II hate you, Vera Briggs" Mrs. Jones CALCULATED.
81 couldn't passe-partout a picture as neatly as
this is done if | worked a week at II. And as for
combining these Easter lilies and angels and 9th
err ct ceteras-well. I suppose it's a gift. | look at
hats in the windows or on peoples heads, and |
think I'll 90 right straight home and get out my
old velvet and ostrich feathers and make n swell
hat for myself instead Of blowing SIS for 1t. And
do YOU know, the most graceful plume in the
world would get as rigid as a poker the minute
1 get my fingers on It? 1t makes ne sick to see
the things other women can do"
I'D trade my skill at making pictures and trim
ming hats for the ability to concoct "A salad the
way you do it," Mrs. Briggs retorted. Every
thing I know about cooking I've had to grub for.
I have TO have a cook book glued to the end of my
nose. and all my wits about me And i could die
of envy when | see you Flip things together with
out even looking to see how much you're taking,
and have the dish turn out simply delicious"
There. | love you again." May Jones dubbed.
"Im going to hang this Easter picture in my bed
room. and every time l look at 1t I'll reflect that
nv one poor talent isn't so stupid after all. And.
say, Vera. any time you want TO get out of cooking
a meal. there's loads of old feathers and hat
shapes and velvet in the old trunk. up in the at
tic"
SAY. girls, If you'll cut it out, I'll tell you a
story" Mrs. Jones husband broke in. Its right
I'm season too. I got the last chapter of 1t while
I was out On the road this past week, and the
first installment came my way when | was a