The Washington times., 1935-02-01
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loating a foreign flag. I hear,
though, it may not be true,
that these handsome diplomatic
gentlemen practice. daily that
old formula for a proud car
riage-walking with a book on
the head.
If I were an attache with am.
billions, I'd get for myself dis
carded volumes on the League
Court (you can find them any.
where now, pile four or five
on my head, parade about my
room regularly, and acquire
that noble demeanor that leads
to the Embassy door.
Washington is this way now:
Feminine parsonage in cos
tune suggestive of brigadier
general pauses at party tea
table for half second. Then:
':NOthing for me, thank you.
I'm in a fearful rush. I've so
many other engagements this
afternoon. Life is such bore,
isn't it? I've really not time to
stay long enough for a cup Of
tea to COOL"
The lady behind the table
asked:
Did you ever try blowing
the tea? Pouring it in a saucer
sometimes helps, too"
The lady brig a der moved
haughtily away as she said:
81 don't understand"
A certain ambitious woman
had a minor invitation for
luncheon. Before she had
mailed her acceptance, there
came for luncheon on the same
day a major invitation.
She was about to accept the
second and decline the first
when she noticed the invitations
were in the same hand writing,
evidently done by the same Wis
iting social secretary. Our
heroine was afraid to accept the
second invitation for fear she
would be discovered by the Sec
rotary and possibly scratched
off both hostesses' lists. So yes
terday she went to the minor
luncheon. Poor, poor thing!
And this is a tragedy of an
Extra Man.
A perfectly beautiful Extra
Man he was. Rich and anus.
ing and terribly personal-in a
safely impersonal way. He was
married, he said. But his wife,
thank goodness, was far, far
away. Meanwhile he loved to
grace a dinner table and say
pretty things to important and
ugly people, seven nights in a
week.
One day a Harried Hostess,
remembering this paragon,
phoned his house. A feminine
voice answered. Mr.. B. was out
but she would take the message.
Oh-yeS indeed! She knew Mr..
B. would love to come to dinner.
In fact they would both love to
Cha NKrc % oToI cHn
would be most happy to meet
the people who had been so kind
to George last year.
Marie Peary Stafford, the
Snow Baby, who was born in an
Eskimo igloo when her father,
Commodore Robert E. Peary,
was discovering the North Pole,
has been quite at home in the
recent snowy weather. Icy
streets and car tracks and dan
ger are a congenial meter for
her.
Yesterday passengers on a
Woodley Road bus gasped, the
bus driver honked and NUT
tered that's the way angels
are made" And Mrs. Stafford
slowly and serenely crossed Slip
Pery Wyoming Avenue in the
middle of the block, directly in
the face of the traffic.
Ralph Hill had just finished
remodeling his nice house in
Georgetown. The rooms were
papered, the floors polished,
choice old furniture in place.
q water pipe on the fifth floor
burst and flooded every room
In the house.
Phyllis scented her right hand
for the last five parties, just in
case some gallant diplomat
might bend low and kiss it.
None did. Last night she
gave up scent and tried cam.
phor lotion and three hand.
some attaches said good eve
ming" in the continental fash.
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