The Washington times., 1935-05-21
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She Came, Ate,
Remembered
EPSTEIN LOSES
BY HELEN ESSARY

BY HELEN ESSARY
! Perils of Washington social
life.
/ No. 6s4.
This happened at the Polish
Embassy before the entertaining
stopped last week because OF the
death of General Pilsudski.
Our heroine, Mrs. B., was
greeted happily before the din
ner by the ambassador. She was
an old friend of Mr.. Patek. He
was glad to see her.
When the moment came to
proceed in dignity to the dining
room, no gentleman asked Mrs.
B. to take his arm. The lack
Of an escort did not worry our
heroine, however. She trailed
agreeably after the others.
But as she wandered down the
table looking for her place card,
one Of the attaches started no.
ticeably. There was one guest
too many. He had overlooked
the charming Mrs. B.
However, being a clever at
tache, he managed to place an
extra seat at the table without
any confusion.
The dinner went cheerily on
as dinners at the Polish EN-
baSSy always do. In the pause
that followed the removal of the
4illet Of sole, Mrs. B. suddenly
turned pale. Her eyes went
blank. She claSped her head
and cried:
Dear heaven! I've just re.
membered! It was the Spanish
Embassy where 1 was to dine TO-
night"
Artistic England is in a state
Of mind again about the sculp-
tor, Jacob Epstein. The Gov
eminent of Rhodesia bought a
building in the Strand in Lon
don and decided to remove to
parts unknown a large bulk Of
its furniShingS-eighteen of Mr..
GpSIc1u SLdGueS.
Epstein enthusiasts including
Mr.. Epstein himself, are saying
such sacrilege shall not come
to pass!
The hullabaloo reminds me of
the following gay little jingle
written by Mrs. Georgette Ross
Howard, who knows more about
current events than you and I
know about the multiplication
table:
There's that wonderful family
named Stein
There's Ep; and there's Cert;
and there's Elm.
Fps statues are punk.
Gertrude'S poetry-the bunk!
And nobody understands Elm.
The trousers Mr.. F.. Darcy
Osborne, Counselor of the Brit
ish Embassy, wears with his
state uniforms, are so gorgeous
and heavy with gold braid
they would stand alone.
Mrs. Milburn L. Wilson, wife of
the Assistant Secretary of Agri-
culture, has a pink and white
complexion that Heaven gave
her way out West in Montana.
DR.. Alfred SEE whose Chinese
Ministry is about to be elevated
to an Embassy, was an officer
in the Washington Central High
School cadets. When he was
q cadet he wore his Manchu
que tucked under his uniform.
He got his Phi. D. at Columbia.
At the Central High School,
there's a memorial gift room
from the SEE family to the late
Miss Ella Morgan, their adored
teacher there. Miss Morgan
made a triumphant visit to
China as a guest of the Sees.
Remarks-Principally peevish.
Why is it that after you have
taken the advice of all the
beauty experts-pinched and
patted and creamed and pow
dered and exercised and bathed
and sinirked-and darkened and
Redeemed here and there-and
you look in the glass expecting
to be as Venus arising from the
foam, there staring at you-the
same old face-looking 10 years
tireder from all the trouble?
Why is it that all of the five
new bottles of ink, heroically
brought for five household desks
are always on the desk you
aren't at?
Why do lead pencils dislike
telephone stands so intensely?
Why are men always bored
with the feminine qualities they
think they admire-or think
they ought to admire?
Rumors that two fine houses
are about to be sold-the Splen-
did estate of the late Raymond
T. Baker on Foxhall Road-it
has a thrilling view and is one
of the handsomest mansions
near Washington, and the RiXey
home adjoining the Washington
Golf and Country Club.
Mrs. Rixey, widow of Admiral
Rixey, surgeon general of the
Navy and personal surgeon of
Presidents Mckinley and Roose-
welt, recently died. The Rixey
house overlookS the Potomac.
And contains fine old furniture
and pictures. autographed books
and treasures of all sorts.
Now that Mrs. Coolidge has
honhed her hair, maybe Paulina