The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1927-09-30

Jerry, than in listening to my wild
Wisconsin adventures.
You've doubtless heard of Larry
Henderson's engagement to a Cali
fornia girl whom he knew when
they were small youngsters in
Bloomfield. Amelia, Larry's sister, is
going to California for the wedding,
Nov. II, and they are going to have
an apartment here in town.
: Elizabeth Shepard and Rudolph
Haerle are to be married this eve-
ming in small home wedding. l
really should have waited until after
it to- write, I guess. It's to be a
beautiful thing I understand. And
though I've been nome a week
haven't even caught sight of Eliza
beth Eaerle, so busy is she getting
Rudy safely married. Helen Law is
to be married in November.
Stepped out the other evening to
the theater with Gilbert Hurry and
Amelia. Amelia looked chic in a
black velvet jacket. a black and red
silk scarf and tiny felt hat with
a crimson and green parrot on it.
The evening went smoothly, a
shade too smoothly mayhap for
three such triangular personalities,
until we went to get a chocolate
sundae with whipped cream and
peanuts afterward, and encountered
a perfectly enormous mouse. And
thereafter poor Gilbert had a rotten
time trying to get out feet down to
sea-level again.
$500 So Easy
OF course you must know the
story about Mary Rose Himler, and
the five hundred dollars. Wouldn't
you just know that anyone with
such Barriesque name would draw
$500 right out of Heaven? Well, it
seems Mary Rose was on a party
in New York where a lonely old
gentleman told her the sad story or
his life and lost love. Mary Rose,
canny Italianate SOUL interrupted at
just the right moment with stified
sobs. When she returned to Indian
apolis she. received a note from the
o. G. saying that so much had he
appreciated her keen sympathy that
he was enclosing a check for $500.
No, Ilene, am not telling fairy
tales and if you argue with me about
it any more, I shall not say another
word on the subject except to wish
you a Happy Easter. Besides, the
letter and check are exhibits A and
B at Bobbs Merrill. Mary Rose went
right out and bought a Pontiac.
Saw the loveliest evening coat in
Chicago which I am not going on
living without. A crushed straw
berry panne velvet shirred down to
q low waistline and a circular skirt
flaring from there. Trimmed in soft
hack lynx panels down the front.
It's simply priceless, my dear, fig
llratively and actually.
Trying to Remember
Mother and I are invited out to
the Ohr's tomorrow to tea and I've
lust been wracking my brain trying
% remember if told the Ohrs any
awful whoppers while we were up at
Star Lake. Because if I did and
anybody refers to them, knowing my
mother as / do, bless her heart, in
her charming, tactful, way I can
lust hear her say "Why Suzanne,
how can you tell such things. You
know there isn't a word of truth in
it," N.Y. dear literate mother, she
ruins half my stories. But really,
my dear, the actual unembellished
truth can often become great noun
tains Of boredom, don't you think?
Well, Ilene, besides letting one
governor out Of Atlanta to make
room for another, convicting our
mayor, and looking harshly at our
Senators, Indiana is scarcely in the
limelight at all this week. What In
dianapolis needs is a bigger, and
better Mayor Thompson.
Politically yours,
SUE.