The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1935-07-29
NOW
Cupid OUer the
White House
A RIVER RAID
BY HELEN ESSARY

BY HELEN ESSARY
If they hadn't been invented,
we should never have had them.
Therefore,
For the men who first
thought of paper napkins,
And shorts,
We recommend a cauldron Of
boiling oil!
Steve Early, White House Sec
rotary, thinks his office in the
White House is a sort of mar.
riage license bureau.
He has three private Sec
retaries-Wilma Meredith, Doro-
thy Jones and Prudence Shan
non. A few days ago, Wilma
flashed an engagement ring over
her note book.
Mr.. Early began looking
around and discovered that both
Dorothy and Prudence were
wearing diamonds on the fourth
fingers of their left hands.
Beach drug stores report
heavy sales in adhesive tape
The girls use it to keep the splits
in their rubber bathing suits
from going farther.
One seaside tire shop "vul-
canizes" the tears in rubber
suits. A split bathing suit is
more Of a liability than a flat
tire. The shop is doing
chain-store business.
It's fun chasing the salty
breezeS at the seaShore, but I
do hate missing the sunset con.
certs of the National Symphony
Orchestra. My idea of heaven
land romantic periD is music
heard over the water by sunset
or moonlight or even in the
dark of the moon.
Which reminds me that the
Washington maestro, Hans Kind
Ter, excited pompadour on end
and wearing a blue polo shirt
and soiled duck trousers, was
having lobster on the balcony of
one of the Water Street res
taurants the other evening when
six big policemen staged raid
on the pickanninieS who were
dancing and singing and scram-
bling for pennies thrown from
the balcony. DR.. Kinder was
as much annoyed over the raid
as most of the balconyiteS.
Senator Wagner also was at
the sea food house. He was
obviously more interested in the
food than in the dancing chill
dren. He sat alone at a table
by the wall. When not looking
fondly at the lobster before him,
he gazed sternly off at the hori-
Zon.
The raid was funny. About a
dozen little colored boys were
singing and clapping time to
what the dark star of the eve.
ming called "A Double-Shirt
Shuffle."> Someone sang out:
"Cops!"
The boys disappeared, magi-
cally, into empty barrels and
under a tarpaulin covering a
truck.
The cops were energetic. They
rousted the boys out with gentle
proddings. And left the scene
with their hands full, literally,
Of pickaninnies. Our waiter told
us that the raiding was for the
good of the little boys. The
older children put them up to
asking for pennies. Likewise,
stealing watermelonS.
It being later than one thinks
by the calendar and the clock,
it's comforting to know that
some Washington grandmothers
60 careering.
Florence Ives Dieterich (Mrs.
Albert Dieterich) after the
marriage of her son went to
a school for secretaries. About
the time she became a grand
mother, she became her
husbands secretary. Now she
looks more like a crisp secre-
tary than she does a grand
parent.
Mrs. Charles H. Tompkins
Is vice president of the
Charles H. Tompkins Construc-
ton Company. She rocks her
grandson to sleep when his
parents let her. During Of.
flee hours she receives you be-
hind a big, glass topped desk.
She wears pretty clothes at
home and down town. Gives
delightful parties, and is a
personality.
Mr.. and Mrs. Tompkins
have been business associates
ever since their honeymoon
days. Then Ida and Charlie
Tompkins went to their first
construction Job vi ding
roads and dams in the Far
West.
Mrs. Benjamin Smith, an.
other grandmother, is a profess
Sional garden consultant. When
she was a girl in New Orleans
she made her mothers garden