The Washington times., 1935-08-24
NOW
Passport Rites
Give Thrill
CLUB TO STAY
BY HELEN ESSARY

BY HELEN ESSARY
Postmaster General Farley
phoned his Washington office
every morning while he was
In Honolulu.
Every afternoon his Wash
tngton office phoned him
across half the world.
Query-What will big Jim"
say about Shirley Temple who
travelled home on the same
ship with the Postmaster
General? Maybe she gave him
an interview on child labor.
Generally when a handsome
young man with a deep voice
and long eye lashes looks in
tently and says:
what color are your eyes?"
you suspect he is being per-
Sonal and pleasant.
Not so with Clifford o.
Barker. passport agent of the
State Department.
When Mr.. Barker fixes a
penetrating gaze upon you, you
know that he is about to write
down your description on your
passport.
In half a minute he will ask,
"Have you any distinguishing
peculiarities, such as birth
marks" And, chow old are
you?" ''Hold up your right
hand and swear to the truth"
These are merely the ques-
lions he asks about Al assorted
people every day.
A headline in the Baltimore
Sun says, Both Parties Are
Set on Wooing the West"
Well! So this is what politics
have come to!
Mr.. and Mrs. Clarke Salmon
II (he's the editor of the New
Orleans Item) have been intro
ducing their young son to Wash
ington. They said:
"Now, Clarke, what do you
want to see most? President
Roosevelt, the Lincoln Memorial,
the Zoo? No? The Capitol? No.
What them"
"The new streamline street
cars"
WONDER, WHY 1T IS THAT
According to the magazines.
movie stars are the only women
who seem able to give advice
on "How to Keep a WaiStline,"
''How to Fry an Egg" How to
Hold a Husband" (humph),
"How to be intelligent" (humph
AGAIN..
It's progress that roots up
street car and railroad tracks to
make way for the automobiles
which would never have reached
such places as Chevy Chase and
Rockville if the trains and the
street cars hadn't shown the
way.
The magazine counters selling
"What the Stars Tell You," Let
Astra Guide Your Feet" and
"Your Personality Is in the
Heavens" are crowded with
women "just glancing through,
thank you" But there's never
q man who bothers to stop for
. horoscope.
Change is never encouraged
at the Cosmos Club, that IA
nous haunt of the intelligentzia
on Lafayette Square.
In the women's part of the
club, the old Don Cameron
House, is the stairway that is
the joy of the club. The risers
are exquisitely carved above and
below the steps until the top
most rung Of the top floor.
A new house manager once
brashly painted the stairs. He
said he didn't like their mellow
Eighteenth Century look. The
board of managers nearly died.
But revived in time to fire the
manager.
RumorS persist that the Gov.
eminent is about to buy the
Cosmos Club property for a
thrilling sum. And that the
club will move it's quarters far
ther out into the city.
The board of the Cosmos CLUB
says the suggestion is outra.
geous. Give up this fine old
place for money! Absurd!
And promptly votes the propo-
Sition down every time it puts
its ugly foot inside the clois-
tered doors.
Rudolph Forster, who has
been running the White House
offices almost since he was old
enough to spell, and his son,
Warren, walk down Connecti-
cut Avenue every morning. You
can set your watch by the hour
Of their passing. Close behind
them is generally j. F. T. O'Con-
nor on his way from the Shore
ham to his office as Comptroller
of the Currency. Jean How
ard and Ida Claggett are dash
ing around the Continent help
ing Mrs. Georgette Ross Howard
observe European behaviour in
preparation for Mrs. HoWard'S