The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1935-02-09
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Charms of Italy
In an Embassy
LOST POUNDS
BY HELEN ESSARY

ny HELEN ESSAnI
Certain pictures in scene-shift-
ing Washington linger in ones
mind.
I shall always remember the
drawing room at the Italian En-
bassy as it looked night before
last with candle-Gght and fire
light glowing on the faces Of
pretty women and on the bright
/ decorations of foreign ENJOYS.
The dignity of the high-ceil-
inged room, the deep red bro
cade in it's draperieS and sofas,
its paintings, treasures from
italian galleries, it's broad man.
tel of native marble, gave par
ticular grace to the guests of
the Ambassador of Italy, AL
GuSto RoSSo.
Madame de Laboulaye, in
white lame with a white feather
boa, emphasizing her hair;
brunette Madame de Nth, in
white and silver Il love her gay,
eager manner) the italian AM
bassador with his vivid, hand
some face; the Ambassador of
Poland, Stanislaw Patek, ele-
CANT, soldierly, with upturned
muStache-the picture of a dip
1omat; Mrs. Henry Wallace, the
lovely wife of the Secretary of
Agriculture, and the cookbook
ing French Ambassador made
O group such as one sees only in
Washington.
Not far away, Secretary Wal.
lace and the fascinating Madame
Won Kaathoven were cheerfully.
arguing about regret to say,
they were arguing about apples.
In between times, Madame Won
Kaathoven told of a certain
"pretty woman who tried so
hard to please, she might as
we'll have been hideouS." A sad
story
Representative Samuel D. Nc
Reynolds, of Tennessee; the
young Baroness Won Pallandt,
Mr.. Grant-Smith, Senator and
Mrs. Robert j. Buckley and Miss
Rebecca wellington Miss Well
1ngton has the sort of speaking
voice poets grow melodious
about) were talking nearby.
I wish I might write much
more about the Italian Embassy.
How it reflects the Italian feel
ing for beauty. And shows, con-
cretely, in its furnishings both
old and modern, the exquisite
things that Italy offers.
The series of pictures on the
dining room walls of the "Coro-
nation of Pope" especially in.
terested me. The red of the car
dinals' robes was repeated on
each canvas.
Senator Alben w. Barley, of
Kentucky, tells about a man he
knows down at the Mayflower
who was window shopping with
his wife on Connecticut Avenue.
While she was envying new
chiffon for Southern wear, the
gentleman was considering his
own reflection in the mirror. He
said:
Louisa! Just look at me! My
backs as straight as an arrow.
I've lost every extra pound"
Louisa studied her lords re-
Election. She said:
"YOu haven't exactly lost your
extra pounds, darling. They've
merely gone on ahead of you."
The NRA has a rosebud in
dustry.
It's for particular persons with
pursed up mouths and spring.
time thoughts. Probably.
The rosebud industry once was
merely a part of the sewing ma
chine industry. But it thought
it would have a far sweeter
sound if not given the more gen.
eral name of it's 5000 relations
in the same industry. A COM
bination with flag and bedspread
manufacturers it considers con-
genial.
Mrs. James H. Wolfe, who is
now settled in Washington as
the director of the woman's di-
vision of the Democratic ma
tional committee, may lose her
nice home out in Salt Lake City.
The new governor of Utah
has set his mind on the big
house on top Of a hill owned by
Judge and Mrs. Wolfe, for his
executive mansion.
Judge Wolfe says the Cover
nor can't have their house. He
must look around in the valleys
for an executive mansion.
In Salt Lake City there are
more hills than valleys. just
now. the hills are so slippery
that the automobile licenses
which should have been renewed
on January l, may be got as
late as March /. The hills to
the courthouse have been too
slick to drive up.
When rich and prominent
man rides on the street car. it's
news. Frederick A. Delano
takes the Connecticut Avenue
car every morning at a few min
utes before 9 o'clock on his way
to the American Civic Associa-
Eion, of which he is president.
Robert Lincoln O'Brien, chair.
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