The Indianapolis times., 1928-10-23
GIRL ABOUT
TOWN
BY MARILYN-

ninity slumbers a fast-rooted in
stinct which mere man has not yet
ferreted out and labeled. 1t is akin
to the general acqusitive instinct,
but it is purely feminine in charac-
ter. I am at a loss to know how to
name it and it has escaped the at
tention of Freud. Yung and Adler,
thank heaven, or our sex would be
saddled with yet another sinister
neurosis.
If one should name it onomopo-
etically (my father says there's no
such word, and if there was he
wouldn't like it anyway it should be
called the hoard, snoop and root"
instinct. And all day Friday Mrs.
Harry Ohr, Mrs. Frederick Appel,
Mrs. John Carey and I were ecstat-
ically happy because we were in
dulging in it.
At 3 o'clock Mrs. Ohr and I AK
rived at Mrs Carey's adorable coun-
try place, Haverway, on Eighty-sixth
street, straight west of the end Of
the pavement on Pennsylvania
street. Our coats were brushed, our
faces washed, our shoes were clean
and neat, and this was odd, because,
you know, about 5 o'clock we looked
like nothing human. And it was
grand. Now I know the lure of an
antique shop on a remote byway.
"All my life" said Mrs. Carey,
have wanted to have an auction sale
and now I am going to indulge
myself in big way and Wen all
have tea"
So Wednesday at 10 in the morn
ing the accumulation Of lifetime's
acquisitive instinct is to be put on
the autcion block. Now the results
of most peoples acquisitiye instinct
wouldn't be particularly interesting,
but Mrs. Carey is a person apart.
Her taste all her life has been i'm
peccable. After giving her gracious
old home on Meridian street for the
Children's Museum, she has decided
to make her home at Hayerway,
and since it is smaller, she has to
eliminate many of her beautiful old
pieces Of furniture.
Variety Offered
There are three huge rooms in
both the barn and the garage filled
with old things. There are several
old turned mahogany mirrors, lots
of ladder-back chairs picked up III
Maine, both rockers and straight
chairs, two Dutch cradles, Jenny
Lind upholstered daybed, stun
ming four-poster early American
maple bed, lots Of occasional an
tique chairs and tables, high boys,
low boys, little boys. There are
cunning old silver castors contain
ing the vinegar and oil bottles and
salts and peppers, silver cake plates,
A Russian coffe pot Of hammered
copper lined with pewter, the lines
of which sing like the morning stars
together.
The most enticing factor Of all
were five large cedar chests fllled
with old cloaks and evening gowns
all the /frippery Of a byeone
day. There are numbers Of hoobed
rugs, fire screens, old brass cornlces
for curtains and velour drapes that
were used in the old house,
Rare China Shown
But the piece de resistance, the
ne plus ultra, not to get desperate
and shrek the sine qua non of the
collection is a real piece of Capi di
Monte chinaware which we came
across in one of the twenty barrels
of the old china and glass. Capi
di Monte is an old Italian ware
which has not been made for the
last sixty years, and, Of course, it is
at a premium to collectors, espe-
cially in this country. The only
person know who collects Capi di
Monte is Mrs. Bob Sullivan Of Gin
cinnati, who visits here often. Mrs.
Meier Block has a set Of little hg-
urines in it, too.
Well, when we came to the end
of an idyllic day and had rooted
and snooped to our hearts content,
we surveyed ourselves critically. We
needed a complete overhauling, six
or seven baths, and a manicure. But
it had been a small and exclusive
riot.
Mrs. Ohr would go around tear
fully expostulating with Mrs. Carey,
"Oh, Mrs. Carey, how can you bear
to part with this lovely thing?" or
"Oh, my dear, have you no sentl-
ment?" Where upon, Mrs. Appel
would sit on her gently, but firmly
saying that she couldn't imagine
anything worse than cluttering up
three rooms in the barn and
garage with antiques for the rest
of her life.
Mrs. Carey was adamant, too. She
had made up her mind. She is the
delightful kind of person who loves
making up her mind so that she
can change it again Immediately
Just to make life interesting.
Life" she said must be simpL-
fed. The house at HaverWay must
have wide and spacious effects. Be
sides, 1 want to have room to ac-
quire a lot more new thingsl"
Oh, the diyinely glorious illogical
ity of womenP Sometimes I'm going
to take the day off and write a
defense of the older generation. Our
adorable down-trodden misunder-
stood mothers! Girls, we aren't
half the real women our mothers
are! I'd never admit it, though.
BIRD HAT