The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1935-04-18
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Stretching Eggs
For Mr.. IckeS
REGAL D. A. RS
By HELEN ESSARY

BY HELEN ESSARY
Speaking of Secretary Ickes-
not as Huey Long has been
doing-Mr. Ickes' favorite dish
Is fluffed eggs.
Not long ago Mrs. 1ckes had
sent the servants off for the
afternoon. The dinner menu
for herself and her husband
was to be the Secretary's IA
vorite dish. Mrs. IckeS would
prepare it herself according to
her particular recipe
About a half hour before sup
per time, Mr.. Ickes phoned that
he was bringing an old friend.
He arrived with six old friends.
Mrs. Ickes twirled and
twisted an egg beaten and
wished that she had a handy
henhouse to dash out to for an
extra supply of eggs.
However, the eggs fluffed
out like a brand-new perma-
nent wave, and never sank into
an instant's depression. The
six friends left convinced that
the PWA was the success Of
the Administration.
Notes on Patriotism:
Mrs. Roosevelt looked at her
engagement book and read this
entry:
1.-TWO o'clock, Receive D. A.
r. Girls!"
Mrs. Roosevelt thought Secre-
tary Tommy" Schneider was
growing facetious with the
spring. But Tommy wasn't.
The girls were proteges of the
Dignified Daughters brought to
Washington on their Good
Citizenship Tour
MayflOwer Hotel Observations
During d. A. r. Deluge:
In the elevator she kicked off
her shoes, wiggled her toes, and
sighed to the world at large:
"Oh-h-h! / couldn't have
stood them another second.
I've walked and I've stood and
my poor feet hurt so. Oh,
dear!"
The elevator stopped at the
eleventh floor. The D. A. r.
page stopped. Picked up her
shoes and carried them out-in
her hand,
Overheard in the lobby ever.
batim report:
ooh, mother! Do look at that
big lady with her ribbons and
the flowers and the badges.
Look! Is she a queen?"
"Shhhhh, darling. It's S>D.
A. R."
I wish T had gone to school
when lessons were amusing as
well as Informative.
In the John Eaton School
yesterday, in a pleasant medley
of animation, bright-colored
handiwork, proud parents, and
eager children, realized that
school never need have been a.
bore.
Today, for instance, the plan.
ming and making Of an Indian
wigwam is, for a 7-year-old, one
means Of learning to read and
write, to add and subtract. More
over. a little of art, history, the
habits Of people, and carpentry
must be studied before the
decorated canvas can be
stretched over the wigwam pole.
Miss Shoemaker, the school
principal, explained, to hum
dreds of mothers gathered in
the assembly hall, the New
School that was originated by
John Dewey and is developed
in some form by all present.
day schools. The New School,
it seems, doesn't waste young
energy on memorizing para
graphs. 49,
It teaches and encourages
self-expreSSion with tasks thai
light the imagination.
| Miss Shoemaker herself is
D pleasant example of the
New School. She is young and
pretty and gently spoken and
looks as a school principal
should look and seldom does.
When she had finished talk
ing, young students in lowered
frocks and fresh blouses re.
cited original poems on spring.
other smiling girls and boys
served coffee from a daffodil.
decorated table. Then we wan
dered off to the class rooms.
Koiners Castle was the sixth
grade under the influence Of
medieval history. Rose VIM
dows, made Of cellophane;
great sheets Of paper, colored
like old walls: armor and
shields and a medieval fire.
place and chimney-every ar
ticle made by the children
turned the present back TOO
years.
An earnest group of 11-year-
oldS, led by Hayden Duffy, were
having a formidable discussion
of the Crusades. Mrs. F. Ryan
Duffy, Mrs. Augustine Lonergan,
Mrs. Hugh Tate, Mrs. Paul LeSh,
Mrs. e. w. Titus, Mrs. j. r. AL,
fonte and other mothers sat in
q neat row. And regretted that
reading and 'riting and 'rithme.
tic had not been as pleasantly