The Washington times., 1935-01-31
NOW
It's FAppIe-Pie
Weather Here
BIRTHDAY FETE
By HELEN ESsARY

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BY HELEN ESsARY
You've heard of a pea-soup
fog. OF course you have. The
fog that swallows London
streets in thick grimy mist.
That floats through windows
into houses noncentrally heated
and even creeps under elder
down comforters and nestles
down in chilly beds.
We don't have such fogS here.
Not that know about. But we
do have Apple-Pie Weather.
We've been having it for a
week. Apple-Pie Weather comes
with snowy, icicly days. It was
30 named way back yonder dur
ing the American Revolution,
by General Washington him.
self.
Martha Washington, it seems,
went to Valley Forge one bleak
January to visit her husband.
The camp cook wanted to bake
. big meat pie for the first
camp dinner Of Mrs. Washing.
ton. But there was no meat in
the cook tent.
Mrs. Washington had brought
the general a present Of apples
from the Mount Vernon or.
ehard. The cook used the
apples as a pie filling. Gen
eral and Mrs. washington were
delighted with the new dish and
Nthe way it warmed the flesh and
the spirit. The general said,
after his third helping, while
the snow and the wind whirled
against the window panes:
This, my dear, Is real apple.
pie weather."
It isn't every woman who,
however charming, is young
enough to regard her own birth
day cake-and its proper mum.
ber Of candleS-with composure.
Bee" Sokolowska can. And
did, night before last when Mr..
and Mrs. Frank SimondS had
Q dinner party. The Counselor
Of the Polish Lega tion and
Madame Sokclo wska were
among the guests.
A big white cake, blazing
with candles, was placed before
Madame Sokolowska, and she
blew the candles out with one
lucky breath.
It was an extremely pleasant
dinner, in all its details, that
the Frank SimondS gave. Open
fires blazed in. the parlors Of
their Georgetown house.
Under the influence Of their
hosts engaging personalities,
the guests were witty and very
conversational. And discussed
the World Court, Hitler, Fascism,
Father Coughlin, the days best
Joke (the story about one Of
the towns prima donna's sup
posedly forthcoming marriage
to a prominent newspaper man
already noticeably married him.
self), Huey Long, and of course,
the Hauptmann trial-With def.
mite enthusiasm.
The Hungarian Minister and
Madame Pelenyi were Mr.. and
Mrs. SimondS' guests of honor.
The Hungarian Minister is a
brilliant person. Looks exactly
aS a diplomat ould look.
Speaks English better than any
A m erican, and adores the
, United States. Thinks Euro
peanS visiting here should be
personally conducted to various
parts Of the country where they
will dis cover the real American
spirit. And hopes some wise
philanthropist will endow a
travel bureau so to direct for.
eign footsteps.
Among the other guests were
Mr.. and Mrs. Reginald Wright
Kaufman and Mr.. and Mrs.
Jay G. Hayden.
Discovered another new
bachelor in Congress.
We are keeping a card in.
dex: Byron Nicholson Scott,
OF Long Beach, Calif.-32,
black hair romantically streak.
ed with gray, engagingly earn.
est and fortnight.
One, two, three attractive
hoSteSSeS in q row.
Mrs. Sidney Cloman, her
niece, Mrs. Campbell Prich.
ard and HER niece, Miss Nat
ale Keeney; and some anus
ing (and importantly people
dropping in a maisonette apart
ment in the Cordova for a
cup Of tea or a cocktail. Just
as they will be doing every
Tuesday as long as these agree.
able at-homes last.
We've always suspected any
man who could house lions,
snakes, bears and such under
one roof Of being sort of hyp.
notiSt and miracle worker. But
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