The Washington times., 1935-03-13
NOW
Feminine Rebel
Defies EN-
VACATION IDEAS
By HELEN ESSARY

She was the wife of Rep
reSentative from the Northwest
and she was dressed in her new
blue satin. Mrs. Roosevelt was
moving graciously about the
group of after-dinner ladies,
chatting, smiling, playing no
favorites; giving each group
some pleasant phrase to remem-
Der.
The gentlemen were lingering
in the State dining room, crowd
ing close to the center Of the
big U.shaped table, listening
eagerly to each Presidential
word.
While the ladies we're finish.
ing their coffee they smoked.
Most Of them, Mrs. Roosevelt,
who is far from a steady smoker,
politely had lit the first cigar
cite, so that those who really
wanted to smoke would not have
to wait.
The Blue Satin Lady did not
smoke. She sat firmly apart
from the conversational groups.
She was rebel. You could see
It in the set of her ankles. Shed
no time for light dallying. Not
even in the White House. She
was intent on her coffee. She
asked for a second cup. And got
It. But even this special atten-
ton did not melt her independ'
&nce.
When the walters entered
the room to remove the coffee
cups-White House dinners move
on schedule time-so that the
room would be quite tidy when
the President and the other
gentlemen should enter in a
minute or two, the Blue Satin
Lady held tight to her cup and
saucer.
The long, black serving arm
reached out for the very last
cup and saucer. Tie Blue
Satin Lady planted her feet
solidly in the thick carpet,
moved closely to the small ta-
BILE. pulled her coffee to her
and said fiercely:
"Leave me be! I'll eat to suit
myself. Go right away! Do you
hear me?"
He went away. And he didn't
come back until the guests had
left the Blue Parlor. And the
Blue Satin Lady was safely
seated on one of the East Room
gold chairs, listening to the
concert.
Too much enthusiasm for the
Cherry Blossoms has ruined
the glad springtime for many
helpless Washingtonians.
Mrs. James j. Davis, whose
husband is now Senator from
Pennsylvania, once cheerily in
vited the Pennsylvania dele.
gates to a D. A. R. Congress
in for tea. Some enthusiastic
character gave Mrs. Davis invi-
tation to the entire Congress.
They accepted as one woman.
The Minute Men at the battle
of Lexington could not have
been more prompt.
Mrs. Davis, VINO had expected
about Is guests, looked out the
window, so to speak, and saw
the drove of hearty creatures
arriving. Likewise tourists of
a Cherry Blossom bus who, on
their way to view the Cathedral
at st. Albans, had been urged
by. their guide to "stop here
for a little refreshments
Mrs. Davis rushed to a Sc
cltded phone. Caught three
bosom. friends. Begged them to
come straight to her kitchen
(only a bosom friend could be
asked such a favor) to superin-
tend the serving of the hastily
ordered supplies. And save her
life and her husbands next elec.
ton.
The bosom friends came.
"Puddler Jim" Davis and the
D. A. R. took on several hus-
dred' camp followers that very
day.
Tricks in the Washington
trade are everlasting. Being the
appreciated dinner partner of a
gentleman over so is often man.
aged by the gentle insinuation
thai you suspect him of "a
wicked heart"
The gentleman thus being in
suited will snap out of that
Observation-Disclosures despond-
ency. You will, from that mo-
ment on, have nothing to do
but enjoy your food and listen
to Just ho1O tOicked The aging
heart hopes it is.
Another dinner recipe is to
ask the gentleman if he writes
poetry. Nine times out of ten
he does. Or would like to have
you think he does.
Tom Sweeney, head of the
Equitable Life Insurance Com.
lany o. this district, really is a
poet. His published Horizon
Frames" the Poetry Review
of London says. has depth and
understanding" Here is a nice
bit from Craving for Hills!"