The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1935-06-24
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Strategic Work
by q LGWyer
LURE OF PRESS
By HELEN ESSARY

are true, nevertheless.
The first one is about Senator
Borah. When he was Bill Bo'
rah, a young lawyer out IN
Idaho.
Bill Borah and friend, also
q lawyer, were trying case on
opposite sides, before a justice
of the peace in Boise.
The Justice Of the peace-this
Is the heart of the story-had a
daughter. A not too beautiful
daughter. But the justice loved
his child. He hoped that some
nice young man would love her
some day.
Bill Bcrah also meant to get
on in the world in his way.
When, at the end of the argu'
ment before the court, the JUS
tice said he would hold his de.
cision until the next day, Bill
Borah had an inspiration. He
spoke quickly to his friend, the
opposing lawyer. and borrowed
IS. He said he needed it badly.
That night after supper Bill
Borah took the IS and hired the
town livery stables best buggy.
Then he asked the daughter OF
the justice of the peace to go
for a ride. He took her for a
nice romantic ride and was
mighty polite all the way.
When the two young lawyers
appeared in the court room to
hear the verdict the next
morning. the justice of the
peace smiled benignly and said:
81 find the caSe-fOr Mr..
Borah."
Bill Borah's delighted client
promptly paid him SIS. Young
Mr.. Borah stepped to the OPP
posing lawyer, held out IS
bill and said:
Thanks for the money. 1t
helped me a lot"
Jonathan Mitchell, who
writes prickly pieces about
public men and affairs, told
me the second story.
It points a moral to COM
mencement orators, careless
with their words of wisdom.
Mr.. Mitchell was driving to
New York when a traffic po-
liceman stopped him in a small
town. John says he is push
over for police. So when this
one asked him to give a lift
to decent young hitch-hiker,
he promptly obeyed.
I The hitch-hiker was a nice
lad. John Mitchell engaged
him in conversation. The boy
said he was on his way to New
York to make his fortune.
He said he was a sophomore
at college. He'd meant to go
through and graduate. But
after he had heard the COM
mencement address of Wash
ington newspaper man who
said many thrilling things about
newspaper work and seemed to
be having a swell time himself,
he decided he wouldn't finish
college. He'd just set right out
and try to be a reporter.
He said his family was mad
with him, and wouldn't give
him any more money. So he
had left home. He was going
to get a newspaper job in New
York. Even if he had to walk
all the way.
The power of the press is
sometimes terrifying.
Washington is so immersed
in politics that an infusion of
the arts is refreshing.
! The wedding of Miss Fanny
Bunand-Sevastos to Norris
Bowie Chapman brought to
! town people distinguished in
sculpture and painting. In the
really lovely garden of the
Bowie Chipmans, where the we'd
ding reception was held, they
met diplomatic and residential
; Washington.
One of the most important of
the visitors, Pierre Bourdelle,
son of the late Antoine Bour-
dele, the French sculptor, has
done some famous pieces of
statuary. In Warsaw, in Paris
and in Buenos Aires, his heroic
figures are among the show
pieces. The murals in the
Grand Central Station in New
York are Mr.. Bourdelle'S work.
The maid of honor at the
wedding was Angela Gregory,
of New Orleans. A pupil of
Bourdelle and among the first
Of women sculptors in the
South, she did the decorations
ct the New Orleans city hall
and jail.
the new Mrs. Chapman is the
daughter of a Greek mother
and a French father. Her
brother is Prince SevaStos of
Greece.
Mrs. Pendleton Mayo does
her hair with more individual.
ity than any woman in Wash
ington. She parts it in the mid
die and Sticks it down tight over
her small, pretty head into a
coil at the base of the neck. ..
Louisa j. says she met Mrs.
Borden Hartman shopping and
went home feeling musSed,
crumpled and hippy-MrS. Har.
riman looked so cool in a black
and white frock and a wide