The Washington times., 1935-06-13

Embassy.
] Ambassador Bowers, once IA
NOUS political writer, must have
some pointed thoughts on the
political picture in "the States"
today. But he's certain not to
mention them. He's a diplomat
now.
How to Cure That Journalistic
1nferiOrity Complex (not that
We had ever noticed it,:
However, a New England edi-
tor friend of ours, in town, tells
he has worked out a system
which puts heart into brow
beaten reporters. The system
varies with different people, of
course. But in the main it's a
method of discovering some
thing laughable in difficult lead
ing citizens.
For instanes, his society edi-
tor is a gentle soul whom Mrs.
B. Wadingford Smith always
tried to bully.
A few minutes conversation
with Mrs. Smith would leave the
society editor nervous and tear
full.
The editor offered her a cure
for a nickel.
Go to a pay station telephone,
he said. Get Mrs. Wadingford
Smith on the phone. Make her
tell you several times that she
Is who she is. Then say:
"My mother doesn't like the
way you do the washing. She
says that unless there is more
starch in the cuffs of the shirts,
she'll have to have another
washwoman. She's sorry be-
cause she knows you need the
work. GOodbye!"
The society editor took her
chiefs advice. Enjoyed the phone
call tremendously. Every time
thereafter when Mrs. B. Wad'
ingford Smith went Sergeant
Major on her, she remembered
the establishment the great
lady on the telephone, laughed
privately, aid was cured of that
biting inferiority complex.
"Lord Chesterfield's gift to
his son of assorted toothpicks,
gold, silver and bone, were more
of an aid to the pocketbooks Of
the dentists of that time-or of
any time-than to dental n.y.
giene," said Miss Ferne Kendall,
supervisor of dental hygiene at
Georgetown University, at the
graduation exercises of George.
towns dental hygiene class.
We've never been mad about
toothpicks, either. Except on
the other end of hors d'oeuvres.
"Part-Time Gourmet" writes
to tell us that our ambition for
Washington sidewalk dining and
teaing, such as the Continent Of
fers, is pleasant but impossible
Of success.
He says:
"The Other People whom one
might wish to watch 60 by while
slipping an apertif al frescO,'
are to be found only at private
gatherings. Most of the people
on Washington streets are cut
to the same dull pattern.
"Where in Washington could
you sit and watch as many
types Of people as you see in
Paris outside the Dome or Les
Deux Magots' or the Cafe
Flore'? Or, if you prefer the
Right Bank-the Cafe de la
Paix,' Weber's lie Royal or the
FCapucineS."
Frank Morse should be able
to advise Washington chefs
about versatile menus. In the
garden of his home, 1919 H St.,
he is raising chives, parsley,
mint, and other herbs-the max
ings of his famous parties.
Frank has many choice reci-
pes of his own. He is a good
cook, too. His Shrimp Louisian,
his stuffed lamb with nests Of
diced carrots, turnips, and pc"
tatoes, basted for three hours,
are enemies of reducing diets.
One of his salad dressings is
stirred up with 81 condiments.
With the Kentucky school
which forbids bruising the mint
for julepS, Mr.. Morse Gisagrees.
Nor does he approve of juleps in
glass tumblers. He always serves
his juleps in large silver bowl,
nicely frosted.
Senator Hattie Caraway, while
sitting meekly in the Demo-
cratic corner of the Senate,
writes Satirical verse about the
other Senators. . Major Parker
West takes his two PekineSe
dogs for a morning walk along
Kalorama Road, followed al.
ways by admiring neighborhood
children. Bob Allen and his
wife, Ruth Finney, have hair
OF the same rare shade, Of red
gold. >.
Phyllis says Let Discretion Be
Your Guide. And not your after.
thought.
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