The Washington times., 1934-12-31

How can even q worthy
character stay at home, darn
socks, and add up the Christ
mas bills, in a town as full Of
gayety as this?
If, for instance, after such
q fascinating party as the
Amateur Night" of the Arthur
Krocks at Mrs. James F..
Curtis F Street Club there
remains the strength to get
the aged form on foot, a de-
lghtful luncheon, three cock
tail parties. and a dinner are
awaiting.
And, with every dry Martini.
o good yarn, an amusing bit
Of gossip, or news of a new
personality riding in or out on
the waves of the New Deal.
At the luncheon given at the
Mayflower by Mrs. Horatio
Hackett, Saturday. Mrs. Fred
erick Fisher, Of Detroit, was
the guest of honor. Mr.. Fisher
(see Fisher Bodies) came over
between courses to say "How-do-
you-do" to the ladies. With
him were Robert Jackson, j.
r. T. O'Connor, Joe Tumulty,
and Royal MacKenna.
Mrs. Fisher told us, after the
gentlemen had returned to
their own tables, that as soon
as she got back to Detroit she
would add the last touches to
Mr.. Fishers birthday party.
Thereupon we discovered that
Mr., Fisher has the same birth
day as ours.
Capricorn is our planet. In
astrological language we are
goats. We dote on difficulties.
Mr.. Fisher, we suspect, is
what Evangeline Adams called
q good goat. There's his big
fortune, a yacht as big as an
ocean liner soon to embark for
O winter at Palm Beach or
maybe g. trip around Cape Horn,
Mrs. Fisher, and several thou
sand other triumphs to prove
his skill and determination.
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Across the table at Mrs.
Hackett's luncheon sat Mrs.
John Oliver la Gorce. Ethel Ia
Gorce is the youngest grand"
mother in the Western Hemi-
sphere. Of course, her life isn't
really hard. When she isn't
home entertaining celebrities,
she's dashing through remote
and pleasant places. Somebody
Mrs. Stanley Reed, probably
asked her when she was leaV'
ing.
"Leaving?" said we enviously.
"Just where are you going
now?"
Around the world" said
Ethel, calmly. Just like that.
"Gene and Polly Tunney are
sailing with us on January 49,"
Jack Ia Gorce is the back
bone (maybe the floating ribs)
Of the National Geographic
Society. It must be pretty nice
being married to him-trekking
over land and sea, flying high,
exploring places. and regarding
people. Much nicer, I should
think, than being the bride of
DR.. Beebe, whose passion in life
- the bottom of the sea.
'Mrs. Alvin T. Hert enter.
tains more beautifully than any,
one in Washington" a bishop
once told us. You know how
well informed the higher clergy
are in the matter of dining. Not
that they are indiscreet. Not
ever. But experience in hospi-
tality and a feeling for detail
and effect makes them diScrim'
mating.
When the door of Mrs. Hert'S
apartment on Massachusetts,
Avenue was opened wide Satur-
day afternoon revealing great
clusters of poinsettia before a
gold pier glass, we thought, here
Is a charming prelude to the
sort of hospitality gentlemen Of
the cloth call perfect.
miss Sally" as they say down
II Kentucky, greeted each guest
with a personal welcome. She
looked extremely well, did miss
Sally" And high ceilinged
rooms with deep red hangings,
furnishings of Victorian mahog-
any and rosewood, and bowls
and vases of roses and poinSettia,
were a welcoming background
tor her guests.
The guests themselves were a
pleasant combination of present
and past administrations, and
Of resident and diplomatic So
ciety. Near by were Madame
Bostrum, wife of the Swedish
Minister; Mrs. Henry Wallace,
former Vice President Curtis:
Mr.. and Mrs. Edward Gam,
and Mrs. Henry Latrobe Roose-
velt. Mrs. Claude A. Swanson
was in animated conversation
with the Finnish Minister, Mr..
Astrom.
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