The Washington times., 1934-08-03

full to the re- S
cipient, is one
of the most Betsy CaswelI
difficult for the giver! Ser
wants come and go with astound-
ing rapidity in the country. and
there is no agency just around
the corner where one may tele-
phone, and procure a whole new
staff at a moments notice.
A quitting servant in the
country presents a pretty prob
lem, and constant entertaining
is one of the most frequent
reasons given by the departing
maid or cook, or butler.
Supplies are another prob
lem-little or no chance exists
to send out an emergency call
for extra coffee. or more beef
steak. Additional ice is almost
impossible to get quickly. and
heaven help the master of the
house who does not keep his
wine cellar actively up to date!
Menus must be planned to
be completely elastic, as the
housekeeper rarely knows if
two or eighteen will sit down
to dinner, three hours before
the meal is announced. All
very complicated, and a tri-
umph for the woman who can
manage al these details, with
out turning a hair, and still
give her guests the feeling of
calm orderliness, and a warm
welcome.
Day of Rest
The other afternoon, at a
large country house, not so far
away from washington, the
hostess, relaxing after strenu-
Gus weekend of entertaining,
prepared to spend a quiet af-
ternoon alone. All the servants
but one had been told to 60
and take a swim, and get a
rest. The lady of the house
muzzled the telephone, took
down her hair-it happens to
be long, really!-put her feet
up. and heaved a comfortable
sigh.
The doorbell rang.
The solitary retainer scuffled
through the hall, and flung
open the door. to be greeted
by six limp-looking individuals,
who demanded shade, a drink,
and their self-imposed hostess.
The maid explained that ma
dame was lying down, resting.
Two feminine invaders an
nounced that that was quite
all right-the others could
make themselves at home, and
they, personally, would go
right up, and rout dear Mary
out-they knew she'd be only
too delighted to see them!
Brushing by the maid, they de-
parted stairWards, on their er-
rand OF cruelty.
The doorbell rang again.
1t continued to ring at inter.
vals the rest of the afternoon.
When poor Madame finally de-
Scended, having been literally
driven forth by importunate
friends" she found an after.
noon party of formidable dimen-
slons grouped about her liv.
ing rooms and wide porches.
The lone slavey had completely
disappeared.
The master of the house was
still working at his office in
town, and there was no one to
whom the hostess could appeal
to act as bartender, in the het-
erogeneouS group ga here d
about her household at the mo-
ment. Everyone was clamoring
for a drink to cool them off
certainly cocktails would not an
sWer the purpose, and they were
somewhat of problem anyway,
for a crowd of that size.
Whiskey Tea
So Madame put her very ex-
cellent brains to- work on the
subject, and evolved drink
that more or less served itself
and proved cooling and Stimu-
lating 1T the same time.
Here it is:
In a large punchbowl, she
placed a quart of green tea,
strongly stepped, as a base.
Then two-thirds rye whisky, and
one-third Jamaica rum; a dash
of lemon juice, and a dash of
orange juice. Some slices of
lines, and of pineapple floated
on the surface, and, just before
serving, big block of ice was
dragged from the icehouSe, and
set in the center of the bowl.
The result was delicious, I'M
fortunately for the hostess, for
her guests fingered until the
moon, stars and host came out.
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