The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1923-12-10


bring her. Shell need encourage
ment at first, 2oor thing. and III
he only too glad to advise her.
I'll tell Tommy Treadwell to find
a studio for her. I've an idea
there's one vacant in The Gains
borough, and she'd love the out
look on the park. witt can help
her furnish; he's a wonder at
picking up things. Mother can
furnish the kitchenette. Do you
think she'd join the Lucy Stone
Lacquer
The Prediction
No doubt, as che was brought
up in the most conservative at
mosphere in America, she'll leap
most Of the fences after she takes
the first. But don't think she's
the marrying kind. \
4 shah advise her to marry.
Husbands are almost indispen-
sable in busy woman's life;
and there are 50 many new ways
of bringing up q baby. D'you like
my gown
It was charming but not ex-
travagant slip Of bright green
chiffon and suited her elfishness
admirably. as he told her.
II paid for T. myself. / pay
for all my gowns. as / think 1t
consistent, but can't afford
the expensive Cressmakers yet.
At least / think i've paid for it.
witt says haven't and that he
expects q collector any day. But
Il must have, because told her
to send the bill at once so that
it wouldn't set losr among all the
other bills on the first Of the
month. Your columns been sim
ply splitting lately Fun Of fire
and 90, but rather what shall
call explosive. What's hap.
pened, Clavey2
Good Of you to encourage me,
Susanna. I'd thought 1t rotten.
What are you working att"
i've just finished paper on
John Dewey for the Atlantic.
was so proud VIXEN witt said he
hadn't criticism to make. I'm
on: review fos the Yale now;
and the new Century has asked
me for 4 psychological analysis
Of the Younger Generation. I'm
going to compare our postwar
product with all that Is known Of
young people and their Manifesto
tons straight hack to the Stone
Age. I've made & speciality Of
the subject. Witt has helped me
lot in research. D'you think
he's gone Off"
Gone OFF? Certainly not.
Every coIumnist in town had
something to say about that last
installment Of his novel. Best
thing he's ever done. and that's
saying all. He's strong A. an OK,
too. why in heavens name should
he go off2''
well, baby's teething and won't
let any one else hold her when
she gets a fretting spell. He's
been up q lot lately"
CIavering burst into a loud, de-
lighted laugh. He had forgotten
his personal affairs completely. as
he always did when talking to this
remarkable little paradox. cad!
That's good! And his public visual
lies him as sort Of Buddha.
brooding cross-legged I'm his
library, receiving direct advice
from the god Of fiction. .
But I wouldn't have you other
wise. The nineteenth century
bluestocking with twentieth CEN
fury trimmings. What now?"
Rollo Landers Todd, the Poet
of Manhattan" had staIked in with
a Prussian helmet on his head.
his girth draped in a rich blue
shawl embroidered and fringed
with white, a bitter frown on his
jovial round face; and in his hand
long rod with a large blue bow
on the metal point designed to
shut refractory windows. Helen
Vane Baker, q contribution from
Society to the art OF fiction, with
flowing hair and arrayed in a long
nightgown over her dress, for.
tunately white, was assisted to the
top of the bookcase on the west
wall. Henry Church, a famous
satirist, muffled in a fur cloak,
small black silk handkerchief
pinned about his lively face,
stumped heavily into the room,
Tell In heap on the floor against
the opposite wall, and in a mag
nificent bass growled out the
resentment of Ortrud, while a
rising but not yet president plan
LIST. with long blonde wig from
Miss Dwight's property chest.
threw his head back, shook his
hands. adjusted cigarette in the
corner Of his mouth, and banged
out the prelude to "Lohengrin"
with amazing variations. Elsa,
with her profile against the wall