The Washington times., 1935-06-06
NOW
Court Wrecks
A Good Speech
A BOTTLE TRICK
BY HELEN ESSARY

man of the Consumers Advisory
Commission, is generally re-
garded as adaptable and clever.
But she was put to a test in
st. Paul that would have
caused stronger hearts to turn
cold.
On the day the Supreme
Court said the NRA was a
featherweight, Mrs. Blair was
attending conferences, from
morning to night, in the Min
nesota city. She heard moth
ing about the shocking decision.
Nobody had thought it worth
mentioning.
That night as she was about
to take her first spoonful of
soup at the banquet where she
was to speak on the future Of
the Consumers Council in the
MIRA, the man next to her
said:
by the way, the NRA seems
to be wreck"
Said Mrs. Blair:
'Wreck? What do you mean?"
The man said he didn't un.
derstand exactly, but some
thing had happened.
Mrs. Blair left the soup
practically cold. Hurried out.
Got all the papers she could
find. Read hard and fast.
Hurried back to the banquet
board. And delivered a very
snappy but completely revised
speech.
Clear-eyed people tell us the
oldest things. For instance:
Several of the Spelling Beers,
who were in town recently, said
they were going to meet some
famous movie stars. How very
nice, but where in Washington
will you meet movie stars?
"Oh, at the Naval Observa-
tory"
One prize speller declared she
certainly had to see the Con
fessional Library before she
left town.
Another said, of all the pub
lie buildings, she liked best the
Lincoln Monument.
It's marvellous exercise and
very amusing.
Everybody is trying it. Every
body who can. It takes equip
ment. First the empty cham
payne bottle. Then personal
poise. A light heart, and a
steady head and supple knees.
Terrible combination.
After dinner you say to the
hostess, "Oh, I'd adore to try
that champagne bottle trick"
The butler brings the bottle or
bottles. The number of bottles
varies with the number Of
guests. Though not always. You
stand in the center of the draw.
ing room floor and balance the
bottle right side up, neatly, on
the top of your head.
Stoop down. Down. Very, very
slowly. Keeping the bottle calm
on your brow. Carefully now,
down on your knees. Lean back.
Rest the palms of your hands
behind you. Straighten out the
feet in front. Bend farther and
farther back until your Shout
ders touch the floor. Now come
up slowly and stand erect.
VOLTA! The bottle is still on your
head!
We've seen it done by at least
10 pretty women. Men can't do
the trick. They have no sense OF
balance.
Highwood, the home of the
Secretary of War and Mrs.
Dern, is struggling unhappily
against progress. Streets are
being rushed through its front
garden and its back garden.
Soon Mrs. Harry Baxter, the at
tractive married daughter of the
household, won't have space left
for baseball with her two chill
dren.
The Harry Moments (she's
awfully pretty are famous for
their Sunday night roast beef
eupperS. Mrs. Norment has
superb cook who bastes tender
loin of beef and WhiSkS up a
Yorkshire pudding that makes
Mr.. Simpson S-on-the7S t ra n d
blush for shame.
American women are not at
their best in garden party
frocks-definite garden party
costumes with trailing skirts
and such. A few talented
creatures can swish about in the
grass in flowered chiffons and
dropping hats. But most Amer
lean women wear such costumes
self -consciouSly.
AS for afternoon long skirts
the American ankle (feminine)
Is much too pretty to hide.
The parents of President
Roosevelt, of Mrs. Tracy DowS,
and of the Peter Goelet GerryS
were among Ward McAllister's