The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1935-07-04
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An EUening With
Rep. Isabella
CAMPAIGNYARN
By HELEN ESSARY

Cure OF Isabella GreenWay planC-
ing a tree in Potomac Park,
you may have noticed that the
Representative from Arizona
wore a big hat.
Well, it wasn't Isabella Green
ways hat. 1t beonged to Vera
Bloom.
On Arbor Day, Mrs. Green
way got an urgent long-distance
telephone call from the Cover
nor of Arizona. He said:
Don't fail to plant a tree
for your State"
On her hasty dash for a
taxicab, Mrs. Greenway couldn't
find her hat. Time was mighty
short. So she went without a
hat. She got the tree, cere'
moniouSly planted for Arizona,
and was about to pose for her
picture when Mrs. Sol Bloom,
wife of the Representative from
New York, said:
"YOu ought to have a hat
on. Here, use Vera's.'
This was one of the stories
told at a dinner at the Don
aid RichbergS'. Mrs. GreenWay
was poisoning with good jokes
on herself. It might have been
"An Evening with Isabella"
Not that she talked all the
time. Whatever she said was
entertaining, however. The
others invariably stopped to
listen.
Mrs. Greenway came in eX-
citedly to the party. She had
lost her way. She looked as
beautiful as a well dressed
Venus in billowing blue taffeta
with deep pink roses at her
waist. Her eyes were shining.
Her voice was deep with en-
thusiaSm. The dinner party at
once went into the camp Of
the lady from Arizona.
There was her story about
the telegram. The story, not the
telegram, came with the cock
tails.
The message to Mrs. Green
way, from an old friend, q
woman, said as sort of joke:
"HOw are your beautiful
eyes?"
Mrs. Greenway'S secretary
thought the message was in
code. Sent it back to the tele"
graph office to be decided.
This campaign yarn was good.
The pilot had been trying des-
perately to land plane in a
little Arizona town. Great herds
of cattle blocked the landing
field. The pilot said:
"What do we do now, Mrs.
Greenway I've been around six
times now"
"JuSt fly up in the air piece.
And zoom down close to the
ground. That ought to scare
the cows"
After two or three zoomings,
the cows caught on and ran
away. The landing was made.
Averell Hartman said:
"Tell that other story about
the airplane."
Mr.. Harriman's sister, the late
Mrs. Mary Hartman Rumsey,
was a close friend Of Mrs.
GreenWay'S.
We were then having coffee in
the drawing room. Mrs. Rich
berg, who has a genius for hos.
pitality (She's pretty to look at
and puts her guests at easel,
was sitting on a big hasSock in
front of the open fire. Donald
Richberg was offering a cigar
to George M. Peek, of the Elk
port Import Bank. Mrs. Peek,
small, piquant, with beautiful
white hair, and Charles A. Da-
villa, handsome Rumanian min
lister, were having coffee.
"That One!" said Isabella
Greenway, sitting straight in a
nigh-backed chair.
"Once before the election I
was in such a hurry to keep a
speaking engagement-yOu see,
there's only one Representative
in all of ArizOna-that hadn't
had time to change from riding
clothes before stepped into the
plane.
81 was to speak at a church,
SO it was necessary that 1 ap-
pear in a dress. / did appear.
/ changed when 1 was thou
sands Of feet up in the air
after I'd asked the pilot to turn
his refIecting mirror the other
way. Got myself into a neat
print-a complete disguise for
any woman.
"And was ready to land when
I noticed that instead of com.
ing down we were travelling
round an round. Above the
roar of the motor my secretary
shouted to the pilot What's
wrOng?'
'NOthing'S wrong. Just
thought I'd better not land un-
til she'd finished dresSing!'"
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