Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-01-27
DOT AND WILL TAKE A VACATION
By Fannie Kilbourne
Some of the Trials of Life May Be Magnified.

The door to Our private bath stood
open. and the bell-boy put on the lights
in there, too, white blaze of them
mat, and as many towels as we have
in weeks wash at home.
The JOY of long, lazy, warm bath
after those damp. chilly days in a
soggy tent! Long after Will was asleep
I trailed around the room, sitting down
in front of the dressing table, switching
on the lights and trying my hair one
way and another, feeling like Du Barry
or somebody. Oh. but this was the
life!
I was nearly dead from sleepiness
but lay for few minutes, proppine
my eyes open, looking over a new
magazine, just to use my little reading
lamp. The luxurious feeling that il
didn't make any difference what time
went to sleep!
I finally dozed off, still trying to make
up my mind whether to have breakfast
by the window, or to dress and go into
the dining room, where you'd see other
people :.
For the love of Mike!''
I woke up with a start. Will was
looking at his watch. I blinked at him
"It's quarter past 81" he said accus.
I stretched, sat up % bed.
"I'd thought I'd sleep till g." said
Sleep till 81" Will exclaimed, and
from his tone, you'd think ia said
thought I'd set the hotel on fire. What
do you want to sleep till o for?"
Because I'm staying at hotel"
Will looked baff1ed.
Living in as quiet place as Mont
rose" he said, Il can't see why any
body's got to go to Chicago hotel to
get their sleep!"
rose. without trying to explain. Will
had already had his bath and was be-
ginning to shave.
We'll, what's the program for
today?" he asked briskly.
|, How would you like to go to the
theater tonight?" asked.
Fine! And what about the day?"
I'VE might go shopping this after
noon"
Will looked sort of dubious.
What about the morning."
well I thought I'd get my hair
washed"
win looked even more puzzled than
he had at my wanting to sleep till 9.
Cant you wash your hair at homer"
he asked.
7 MET VIII for lunch. We went to a
tea-room on Michigan avenue that
Louise Curley had told me about.
I thought 1t was perfectly Won
derful tearoom. but will complained
that he didn't get enough to eat.
Mercy, WILL" said, impatiently.
you can eat at home! You don't go
clear to Chicago for food!"
Maybe not" said VIII. "but when
I 60 into restaurant that's what I'm
going for
He didn't seem exactly to enjoy
shopping that afternoon either. OF
course, I paid no attention to him, but
a person along who isn't in sympathy
can certainly take the edge of shop
ping.
Goodness knows I hadn't any inten-
ton Of just dragging Will around shop
ping all our time in Chicago. had
thought we would try to compromise
and do things that both of us enjoyed.
But it gave me terrible shock to find
out what queer sorts of things Will did
enjoy. He wanted to go to the Field
Museum, for instance!
Va COulS i WOQl0hb WdLt w Ody
anything against natural history mu-
seums. They're very interesting and
instructive for people who like them
and have time for them. If lived
right in Chicago all the time. I'd go to
the museum often. But, with only 10
days out of years. it did seem kind
of crazy TO waste the best part of a
day among skeletons and birds nests.
I actually believe Will eventually
would have ruined the whole trip for me
If we hadn't met the Janssens. Lorraine
Janssen and her mother used to have
a cottage at Winneposocket, and I'd
known them for years. We just ran
into each other at the theater.
From the moment we met them the
vacation began to be the sort of thing
I'd dreamed Of. The JanSsens were
real women of the world. While Will
went to see the things that interested
him. I went shopping with the JAMS
sens. They were two women who knew
how to shop! Why. we could be In
the stores all day long and never spend
a cent.
They knew all the really interesting
places to go, and how to 60 to them
without spending lot of money. They
took us to Russian tearoom for lunch,
where the tea was made In a samovar.
and where all the mattresses were refu-