The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1935-05-04
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Compassion for
4 First LGdy
ALARM BELLS
BY HELEN ESSARY

BY HELEN ESSARY
Well, looking back on the
meetin' the U. S. Chamber of
Commerce jes' hatchery didn't
like a thing!
One woman exists who doesn't
feel she has the right to ask
Mrs. Roosevelt for special no
tice.
Mrs. Ethel Mary Wood, Of
london, sister of Lord Hail
sham; English Secretary for
War, is in washington now.
Mrs. Wood is not going to ask
to meet Mrs. Roosevelt.
She'd like to awfully. But
she thinks Mrs. Roosevelt is so
tmportuned by people and or
CARNATIONS that it isn't fair to
add one more request for her
time.
Mrs. Wood is a writing per-
son (three books, many maya
zine and newspaper stories), a
social and government worker,
and very eattractive besides.
She might we'll have begged a
special cup of tea at the White
House. But she said she actu-
ally hadn't the heart to ask for
favors.
Mrs. Wood discovered on her
recent visit with Mr.. and Mrs.
Oswald Garrison Willard at
their Connecticut farm that
America and England are not
only closely related but that
England can be used to set the
time in America.
The son of the Willard fam.
lily has a passion for the radio.
Such a noisy passion that he
and his radio were moved to
barn far from the house.
This arrangement was good
for the family nerves-up to a
point. But young Willard got so
engroSsed in his radio that he
forgot to come to dinner, Said
Mr.. Willard:
"You have a clock but you
never look at it. To install a
phone would be expensive. To
send servant gives extra work.
You must find some way of get
ting here at ! o'clock
Young Willard did find a way
by radio. When Big Ben on the
Parliament Tower in London
tolled midnight, he knew, allow
ing for the difference in time,
that it was dinner time in Con-
necticut.
The Speedway down by Hams
Point isn't half as pretty as it
used to be (women are the same
way.
Somebody with a mathemat-
1cal eye and no imagination has
rearranged the flowers and
trees until the Potomac gardens
have the abandon of railway
station flower beds.
Before order came to destroy
the beauty of the Hams Point
neighborhood, flowers and trees
grew wherever and whenever
they felt disposed. The result,
though sometimes unrestrained,
was pleasing.
Wild roses, daffodils, willow
trees, peonies and azaleas got
along happily together. Now
even the japanese cherry trees
grow at stiff yardstick intervals.
Along the river shore where
narcissi once dropped languidly
over the water, an asphalt foot
path goes it's ugly and uncom-
promising way.
Such rigidity of scenery did
not discourage some colored gen.
tlemen who were out fishing
"'yeStiddy." Probably nothing
ever discouraged these colored
gentlemen. Their genius for get
ting the most with the least per-
sonal effort was superbly AT"
gican.
Their fishing poles we're
topped with little bells. Every"
time a fish bit, the bell rang.
This, it seemed to us, was pretty
unfair to any fish. Because
whenever he put himself in
danger of being fried for sup
per, he had to signal the fish
erman he was ready to die.
"Our Silly Spelling" will be
the theme of DR.. De Witt C.
Croissant, lecturer on English
at Georgetown University, when
he talks on May 6 to the
American Association of Uni.
versity Women. DR.. Croissant
thinks spelling rules are mighty
silly.
N. B.-Isn't a croissant in
France a crisp breakfast roll?
Eugene Boissevain makes GER
tain that his wife, Edna st.
Vincent Millay, has a bowl of
rice and cream every day at
4. Miss Millay, who is beauti-
full and one of the best of our
poets, sits on a hassock when
she has her afternoon nouriSh-
ment Lucille Elliott wears ap-
pie blossoms in her lovely au.
burn hair when she chooses a
black tulle dancing frock.