The Washington times., 1936-12-16

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A m b assadOr Joseph f. Dawes
to u. s. s, r. eve are going to
live simply. Quite without Os-
tentation, with only the COM
forts that one ordinarily has In
America. We are taking our
own staff of servants. But we
shall have, you might say
minimum menage."
For the coronation in London
the American Ambassador ana
Mrs. Davies have taken a really
stunning home 1.-THE Holme,
the Regent Park Mansion OF MRS.
James Field. Standing in the mid
die of London surrounded by
acres Of gardens, The Holme has
the serenity of it's hundred years
Of age, plus exciting modern
decorations.
Mrs. Field has draped the walls
of her bedroom in white damask
and upholstered it's bed in blue
silk.
Ambassador and Mrs. Dawes
are really going to London, Mr..
Davies declares, because his daugh'
ter, Emlen, wants to see a KING
crowned.
''We shall just sit on the side
lines" said Mr.. Davies. Emlen,
nv the way, is sailing for Russia
with us just after the New Year"
Mrs. Davies, am sure, never
did look lovelier than at the din
ner Ambassador and Madame
Troyanovsky gave for her and
her husband.
She wore a ravishing grey net
dress Of exactly the shade OF the
dramatic streak in her brown
hair. The full skirt was banded
in delicate chenille lace OF the
same color. Lace bands outlined
the low bodice and held up the
small bouffant sleeves.
Wrapped carelessly about her
throat and dropping almost to
the hem of the skirt, was a foam
ing grey ostrich boa. Her triple
string Of pearls was fastened at
the back with an elaborate clasp
of many strands of diamonds.
Mrs. Davies has long hair. Her
coiffure always looks well brushed
and shiny, it's ends are smoothly
tucked in small roll, little high
at the back of her neck.
A lovely and luxurious looking
person is Mrs. Davies.
There were many other impor-
tant and entertaining people at the
Soviet dinner. The table was long,
and extended through the dining
room into the white salon.
It was vivid with at least a
dozen big bowls of tulips, roses
and iris. Between the flowers,
oranges and apples and purple
grapes overflowed from tall blue
and gold Limoges fruit baskets.
Mr.. and Mrs. Jesse Jones were
there. Mr.. Jones, as chairman OF
the RFC, lends and retrieves mil
lions with the nonchalance with
which I stick a Red Cross seal or
a Christmas card. He looked as
innocent as lamb.
That pretty young Mrs. Warren
Lee Pierson, whose husband is
president of the Import-EXport
Bank, accused Mr.. Jones Of being
the Shylock of the Administration
Mr.. Jones smiled and said:
compared with me, ShylOck
was a piker."
In the hat check room on the
first floor, Mr.. Jones stopped on
his way to the party and phoned
San Francisco about little cash
Mr.. R. Walton Moore, Acting
Secretary Of State, sighed a little
over the after-dinner coffee. He
said there was plenty Of work to
do in his office nowadays with
half the force gone to South Amer
lea. However, Secretary Hull was
sailing on December 26 and after
q 19-day sea voyage he would be
back in washington.
Two particularly interesting
guests were Mr.. and Mrs. Thomas
Watson. Mr.. Watson is a delight
full and highly experienced dinner
companion. Although an economic
royalist, with an extremely pros
porous business that takes him or
joIITotS jnto 40 countries Mr. Wat
son was an ardent pre-Novembe1
8 RooSeveltian.
Mr.. and Mrs. Watson came dowr
from New York to the dinner
They dressed on the train anc
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