The Washington times., 1935-10-22
NOW
Diary of a Day
In London
SHAMPOO, 81!
BY HELEN ESSARY

by HELEN EOSARA
One Day in London-From
the Diary Of a Travelling Ameri'
can.
Awaken at what seems a
reasonable time. Room still in
darkness, owing probably to
thickness Of drawn curtains"
and grayness of sky. Discover
hour to be quite late. Dress
hurriedly. Eat massive and un-
accustomed breakfast.
"The kippered herring Is
choice, madam. And what
about a spot of pOrridge? viii
you be wishin' a rasher Of
bacon and the country eggs?
Toast, naturally. And milk.
Hot milk on q mOrnin' like
this"
Eat all of aforementioned.
Page boy about as big as
Shirley Temple now at room
door. Says:
Here's the message which
came, madam, when you over.
booked answering the phone"
Recent muffled sound in
room evidently phone bell.
Message is from Rebecca West,
who suggests luncheon. Am, un-
fortunately, engaged, but chat
o while with British authoress
lately a visitor to the States.
She is to leave next day for lee
ture tour of Scandinavia. Is
going promptly because she
fears if war prospects increase,
it will not be safe to travel on
Continent. She says she
dined with Dorothy Thompson
and Sinclair Lewis last night.
Thus furnishing the morning
mind I 60 to Dover Street hair
dresser and ask to be done up
nicely. Romantic looking young
French hairdreSSer ShampooeS
my hair. He is wearing at the
moment correct morning cos.
tune with noticeably long white
cuffs. Manages shampoo with
out removing coat or cuffs. He
suggests a smart coiffure for
me. at the moment have the
aging head, face-down over the
wash bowl "a British shampoo
cuStom). Am batting the poor
chin up and down on porcelain
shelf and absorbing soap and
water through eyes and ears
and mouth. Therefore, agree to
suggestion munblingly. When
my hair is dried hairdreSser gen.
tleman plaits strands in tight
braid. Twists braid into tight
knot like Victorian character.
Bows. And charges me 81!
Hurry to luncheon at Gale
donian Club with Mr.. and Mrs.
James Bone-Jim Bone, famous
British journalist. Caledonian
Club great Scotch stronghold.
Portrait of Anne Clementina on
wall labeled "Wife of James
VII Of Scotland" England it
seems recognized no such mon.
arch. But loyal Scots cling to
myth of uncrowned king. Mrs.
Bone suggests for luncheon club
speciality called picked trout.
And a bit of cold grouse and a
salad, a red wine, a bit of pas
try. Perhaps little asparagus
-entree. With coffee, brandy and
cigarettes in the lounge. Agree
happily to all offers Mr.. Bone
/ says he's writing a book about
why Americans come to- London.
! He says he likes the way Amer
leans speak out OF turn nova
days when they go travelling.
! (See recent remarks Of Senator
Pope on the League of Nations.)
EngliShmen have always spoken
out Of turn. It's never done
them harm.
! After lunch go shopping. Buy
pipes, sherry (very good here)
gloves, knitted garments, offer
tngS to those at home. Ride on
top Of bus and see in top cow
ering of same sign Of slight de-
cay in British hardihood. Grieye
over Park Lane where fine man
eionS used to be-now a center
Of shops, garages and flaShy
hotels. Marvel at size and
beauty Of English department
stores where you can buy lit
orally every thing from q leg
Of mutton to a lot in county
cemetery.
Have tea with old Washing
ton friendS-the Tom Healy's.
Go to lively place, complete
with music and choice food.
Long-legged English aristocracy.
Eat earnestly of bread and but
ter and sweet cakes and drink
tea, China and India, until ar.
rival Of $50. The legal hour
for drinking alcohol in London
Is $50 to midnight.
Dinner with old London
friends in charming flat fur
nished in modern manner,
Drink two "white ladies'" white
wine and benedictine. Eat
melon, another grouse, peas, an
ice with chocolate poured over
top and finish with a Savory of
mushroom toasted on very small
round Of bread. On way to
theater ride past big house on
Belgrave Square occupied by
Duke and Duchess of Kent. I'm
derStand an heir is expected in
this branch of the royal family
in a week or so. Pay large sum
for seats in stalls at 1.-THE Two
Mrs. CAROLS" The pit, divided
by railing from stalls. costs