The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1935-07-20

place where you eat outside in what
I've always thought was a done-over
alley where they surprise you
this year by giving you an amazing
ly good lunch for 81. Where the
customers are just about half and
half &. one half, like me, in for a
visit and very impressed the other
half New Workers who wouldn't be
impressed by anything ooh, abso-
lutely notD.
ITO the Park Lane, where people
still gather after o'clock in work.
a-day clothes and talk about the
hot weather.
TO the Marguery, where dark
blue glasses look very. cool against
white cloths and napkins and where,
when the man gets his hat the head
waiter in the inside dining room
complains bitterly about business
because Of certainty, everybody
wants to eat outside
Mrs. Prutzman Wins
ITO the Kungsholm for dinner
with the Amos Parishes, where the
SmorgoSbord is simply unbelievable
and Mr.. Parish offered 81 to the one
who could get the most on his or
her plate and Liz (Mrs. Elizabeth
Prutzman, to you won 1t.
To the Rainbow Room in Radio
City for lunch which is very, very
swank because for lunch you can't
get in unless a member takes you.
TN The evening, it's anybody's
dance who can afford it, but if you
and your escort go in dinner clothes
you will not, emphatically not, ride
in the same elevator with those in
full evening wear, and if you aren't
dressed with some degree of for
mality you won't get in at all!
Down to Pier at noontime to
see the Normandie sail. ChilIs run
ming up and down my spine while I
missed my lunch, waiting for it to
pull out. So big, you wonder how
anything human could have made
it -. so dramatic it gives you goose
pimples! The whistle for all
ashore that's going ashore a
TWA taxi tearing up with a belated
passenger and then that solemn
moment just before they left the
last gang plank and cast off the last
line. That great black hulk rearing
seemingly to the sky the hun
dred little portfolios with French
sailors face framed in each one, his
jaunty white cap contrasting starkly
with the black of the ship.
ITO cocktail party at Margaret
Bourke Whites studio, done in
workman-lke fashion in dark blue
and white with great open spaces
up on the 39th floor of sol Fifth-av.
Where, with storm threatening the
view was magnificent where a
TWA officials wife complained
laughingly of fashion writer's writ
ing about airplane travel and never
taking excess baggage rates into
consideration.
Miss Bourke- White took me out
to the terrace where in a deep little
pit she has two pet alligators who
won't reach their full growth for a
hundred years or so, but who are
perfectly capable now of taking
finger if they don't like the look in
your eye. Well, I didn't like the
look in theirs, either.
ITO the Colony Club which is so
snooty it scared even me, and
wondered why, because it has moth
ing no music, no atmosphere, no
nothing, but walters in white gloves
who push finger bowl under your
nose every minute and insist on
your drinking demi taSse when
you'd much rather have huge cup
of black coffee.
ITO the famous 81 Club, from
where Noel Coward had his lunch
con sent every day when he was
making a movie out in Astoria.
Races Mix
where a very chiShi (the word is
Vogue's OWN Japanese girl slipped
cocktail with a blond Nordic :.
where five American men talked
politics and the sturdiest looking of
them all ordered a broiled lamb
chop and chiffon salad! Where
diamonds were as common as cock
tails and even rubies seemed ordi-
nary where the women wore
dark prints with white accents
(even white hats and shoes or cool
Sheers even as you and I.
Finally, my last night in New
York, down to Locust Valley, Long
Island, to the famous Red Barn
Theater, which turned out to be
white; And with all the plays there
are to see in New York, they had to
drag me down all that way, destroy
what little wave the ocean left in
my hair. get themselves and me lost
| five good times until a state cop
finally took pity on us and with
siren singing, landed us at that Red
Barn PUNK in the middle Of the
second act.
"All that to see Walter Pidgeon Off
he comes here in the movies, give
him a look, ladies, he's Gary Cooper
in slightly shorter package
and very, very smooth) open in
There's Wisdom in Women"
The play was very bad, but the
audience was very elegant q sat
two boxes from Peggy Hopkins
| joyce and the women all wore
summary chiffons and prints and
much white exactly as we go in for
here.
And on Tuesday, my feet two
whole sizes larger, I worked and
then at o'clock Eastern daylight
saving time, Eastern Standard
time. 5 Central Standard time, I
was on my way back to the Middle
West you know, out there where
they have wild Indians, and hardly
are civilized-why they even think
the Normandie's a grand boat! It's
too. too naive)! I did almost COL
lapse. though, when I found I was