Evening star., 1925-11-15
v YHEN Pretty Little Orrel
n n Peet was married at her
.N home town, in Pennsyl-
" vania, she decided that her


~ " home town, in Pennsyl-
@sV vania, she decided that her
s official wedding cake was
200 wonderful to be cut-such a big.
1bea autifui cake, as white as Christ
ytrlhs snow and with doves and rose
Aqds OF icing that some fairy must
ffHve designed-so, she had 1t boxed
With tenderest care. And the years
went by-and by.
IA few weeks ago the splendid new
I1amline NJ. E. Church opened it's
fioors for a gala night welcome in
ilunor of it's good Aid Society, and of
The Eadies' Aid of Iowa Avenue
VI L. Church, the later society
Isving extended its hospitality when
~ downtown location, leaving it's
fal society without a business
hnne. This may not be exactly right.
k&4 to detail, but, anyhow, 1t seems
tAat when the two societies came to-
Alher. some of them strangers to
nth other, Mrs. Orrel Moody OF Ham
ME inclosed the name of each mem
GSr of both societies in u drug store
capsule. These capsules were dis
tffbuted so that one member Of each
society should draw the name of
member of the other. No name was
to be revealed, but the receiver was
toSdo little deeds of kindness through
out the year for the one whose name
was In her capsule. The idea worked
ont so beautifully that every member
Df both societies was made happy with
fiiendly surprises in the way or
HowerS. pretty cards, and the like.
And the Hamline party was by way
OF. showing up everybody's fairy god.
mother. 1t was truly lovely all
around. OF the $50 present, 10 of the
members Wore old-tirne dresses-big
sleeves, bustles and wide sklrts-some
Dfs them five yards around-and they
gave a program of familiar old songs
and recitationS.
fs~There were l6 brides in wedding
gowns of bygone yearS-all Of them
sweetly pretty, like lavender and old
lace: and in realistic keeping with
memory day weddings there was a
bride cake set in an honor place where
all could see. 1t was q big cake from
which the icing and flowers and birds
had vanished, leaving the BROWNIES
Ufsa sere and yellow age, but there was
ssilvery beauty in the voices of the 16
1sbrides" as they paid tribute to Mrs.
Orrel Mooly-in her daughters wed
ding gown because her own was too
slpall-as she stood by her dearly
Measured wedding cake, now IL years
old, that had decked the marriage
feast of little Miss Orrel Peet. And,
sust to show the sentiment-value
placed on that most ancient of all
Known wedding cakes, one of the ad-
nairing brides" bubbled out to the
s-tsbride" alongside:
sts'Her folks think the world Of that
cake-they wouldn't take hundreds OF
ollars for it,
:. And, after all. it is sentiment that
rules the great road-the one we all
-travel until we come to the turn in
the lane.
III x =
HER face looked as if Father Time
used it for a scratch pad. and her
ffair-bobbed-wa of the color of but
ter gone rancid. Apart from that. she
had nimble little figure-born. doubt
less. of a mentality that had never
graduated her out of the younger
set" class-and her girlish one-piece
6elted with narrow patent-leather. her
silk legs and French heels would
have entitled her to all the social
privileges of a "pick-up.' by some
seeding Romeo so long as he could
see only her back. And that is a
Very honest compliment for a woman
who will never be siXty-no more.
- The friend with her accepted her
own age with a frankness that ex-
pressed itself in coated brown to her
shoe tops, and a neat black hat with
no doodads. Both of them stood to-
gether in a store, watching n beauty
demonstration in a booth. The space
around was banked with beauty seek
ers who watched every motion of the
pdinted houri lady as she applied
samples of her pink magic on the
cheeks of dewily fresh girl on the
side. After a study of the radiance
OF the assistant, who was young, even
for a f1apper-her velvety pink helped
out with eyes with blue sparkles in
them and a dimple in the almost baby
ed the other and asked her to wait
while she bolted into the jam. and
Between her French heels and bony
chase of a couple of jars and . lotion
OF bottled youth.
= The other woman, whose friendli-
peSs seemed streaked with that thing
that slang calls nerve, chuckled de-
fisively:
.'You don't expect that stuff is going
to make you look like that kid, do
you?''
And the woman whose figure was
nimble but whose face looked as if
Father Time had used it as a scratch
pad. answered with optimistic air
ness:
T"Not by daylight of course. but
AT. night nobody could tell the differ
eilce-and even by day. If I look
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