The Washington times., 1935-03-28


in the spending Of the new
4,SS0-million-dollar works relief
program, iS-Joy!
Quick, now. Step up in a
hurry and get yourself invited
to q Vanishing Party.
It's the thing to do and to
have this spring-the Vanishing
Party.
But what is a Vanishing
Party? Well-Mrs. w. R. Mum
roe, whose husband is aide to
Assistant Secretary of the Navy
Roosevelt, and Mrs. Emory S.
Land, whose husband, Rear Ad.
miral Land, is Chief Of Construc'
tion and Repair, wanted to
raise money for the National
Symphony Orchestra.
They thought a chain enter
tainment Of some sort would be
simple. Easy. And amusing.
So they asked in for tea seven
friends, representing seven dif.
1erent social groups.
Each OF the seven guests
brought a contribution of 81
and promised to give a party OF
her own-a luncheon, tea or
dinner for a number of con-
tributing friends. A party of
friendS-one less in number
than the party she had attended.
For six persons, to be exact.
Each of the six would en-
tertain five. And so, on down
to one.
Although the number Of
guests is vanishing with each
party, the number of parties is
increasing enthusiastically. The
idea is taking the town by
magic.
The Vanishing Party will soon
provide a nice, cheerful con-
tribution to the Summer SYM
phony.
Our friend the Counselor says
he marvels at the calmness Of
the State Department. Every
day now, telegramS about the
European boiling pot fly in and
out Of the building on PennSyl-
vania Avenue and Fifteenth
Street.
But the State Department,
trained to self-control, never
bats an outward eye.
The press should be praised
rather than criticized for print.
ing rlmorS of war, says the
Counselor. Rumors give the peo.
pie a chance to know what their
rulers are up to and chance
to use their own influence
against war.
In the World War, many Of
the men who were to do the first
fighting knew nothing Of the
plots of their governments until
they read on town bulletin
boards that they were to report
for duty on the following morn"
ing.
Like slaves, they reported.
Many Of them never came back.
But to gayer international
matters.
Gen. Louis McCarty Little
knows q nice story about a man
who was hunting for an apart
ment in Paris.
In the dining room Of one
quaint place, he saw q big stain
on the wallpaper.
''Nice apartment but what
about that big spot"
! The concierge answered in a
horrified voice:
''That? why, Monsieur, that
ls the American dish, the
mashed potato"
"Mashed potato! On the
Wall?"
"CertainIy, Monsieur. The
servant one time last year, he
slipped on the rug. VOLTA, Mon
sieur! There is the mashed
potatO!"
A group of handsome women
in the bouffant taffeta of this
spring is undoubtedly soothing
to the eye. Madame Prochnik,
in apple green, Mrs. Little
(wife of the story teller in the
above paragraph, in a sort of
yellow rose, and Mrs. Peter j.
Gerry, in the shade of blue
one is always looking for but
can never find-Seated on an
Empire sofa in the Austrian
Legation, with their skirts bill
lowing about, were a charming
picture.
No woman is ever as beautis
full as she used to be. That's
an axiom. But no woman be.
lieves it. Witness the beauty
parlor.
The Government (poor old
thingl knows bout beauty
parlorS and what they do to a
family budget. DR.. ISador Lubin,
labor adviser, is going to have
his department revise the Cost
Of Living Index, published in
1918.
Because with the advent Of
radios, automobiles, silk stock
ingS, and PERMANENT WAVES,
the old figures are quite inad-
equate."
Add Art Collectors:
Mr. and Mrs Lewis OWSleY