The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-01-21

we saw cars wrapped around lamp
posts and even parked informally
on houses laps.
At the Thirty eighth street sen1a-
phore we all got to playing Button,
button, who's got the hutton?" the
object being to hit the Stop-Go sign
as often and as hard as possible
without taking off the fender of a
non-combatant or smashing more
than one back wheel.
1t was more fun. North and south
won by keeping east and west mill
ing around there for an hour.
Around 10, slightly dizzy, but I
hasten to assure you absolutely un-
inebriated, we arrived at the Nc
Nally's adorable little white house
tucked away on Forty-f1rst street
behind a white fence, and slid gently
up to the front door.
Business of settling down seriously
to the bridge game.
"One spade" said Mac.
I doubled.
Dorothea passed and
Rod left me inl
Of course, there may be harder
things in life to bear, but I have yet
to find them, Having spent the en-
tire day in frantic effort to keep
from passing from the perpendicular
to the horizontal plane and then to
have my partner leave me in one
double. Any jury would have ac-
quilted me.
Well, that was the beginning of
the end. From then on the game
gradually disintegrated until we
finally got into that always fascinat-
ing discussion of our friends freaks,
fancies and foibleS. Which was all
just perfectly grand until they
started telling me what was wrong
with me, and I just naturally walked
out on them. Ruthless woman!
Only didn't walk far. That was no
night to get mad and walk home.
Helen Fleischer's four tables of
bridge at the Woodstock Club
proved entertaining, especially as
we sat at the same table all after
noon, which is more fun than trot-
ting vaguely around hunting fol
your next table and forgetting who's
cut what for partners. I played a
talkative three rubbers with Mrs.
Julian Fauvre, Julia Fletcher and
Mrs. Ralph Vonnegut,
Mrs. Fauvre wore an attractive
three-piece ensemble Of royal blue
! with a velvet jacket and blue felt
hat to match. Though she spoke
to me harshly twice-once when I
forgot to return her lead and she
had five straight leads in spades,
and the other time when / trun1ped
her high queen-I can still say she
looked attractive. am a big
woman.
Julia, having been out till all
hours the night before Il tried, but
I couldn't find out with whom, was
awfully sleepy, and / had head
ache that devastated my usual sun
ny self, so our game was even more
preposterouS than the night before.
Somehow or other, am just be-
ginning to form the conclusion that
bridge is not going to be one Of my
life's signal successes.
Anna Louise Griffith made a good
entrance at the bridge party. She
wore some interesting jewelry-a
linked combination of gold and sill
yer, which tied closely at her throat
iii a bow-knot, with earrings to
match, and a black hat which did
interesting things on one side and
not OH the other.
Annie achieves those spectacular
effects remarkably well, I think,
whereas some of the rest of us
would look just like Napoleon
shortly after Waterloo!
We drove in at a snail'S pace
to keep from skidding, and was
moved strongly to join a gathering
Of the clan at Amelia's, where Betsy
Lockard, Mrs. Edwin McNally and
Margaret Panther we're planning to
convene from 4 to 6, but it YVES too
wet and hazy to drive, so I had to
forego seeing them, although some
thing tells me in self-defense I
should have been there.
Mrs. Jack Baker, nee Amelia, Is
in town over the Weekend and will
remain until Mr.. and Mrs. Laurens
Henderson return from New York.
Mr.. and Mrs. Bob WinSlow, Anne
liza, and Gilbert Hurry went to hear
Kenneth MacGowan at the Propy-
laeum, and the reports from the
front are that he was very amusing.