The Washington times., 1936-06-03


Ernst Lubitsch squints his
eyes and puffs his cheeks in an
endeavOr to rekindle a badly ex.
hausted cigar in front of Sardi's,
but only scOrches his not too
tiny nose Headwaiter Karl
at the Hollywood is perturbed
%. e. He whispers his lament -.
"They don't want to sit at the
ringside-they don't want the
walters should give them too
much attention" The shy
couple are Doris Duke and
Jimmy Cromwell Slim,
blonde Barbara Snyder passes
by "What do you think of
mo up there?" "The last
word" assures a reporter
"Why don't you say So" she de-
mandS, Gin your column"
Barbara Snyder is the last word
as the most undraped nude at
the Hollywood Early hours
preceding the dawn finds Kit
Kat Club crowded with gaiety-
seekers Sepian Shapelies
weave and toss in abandon as
they chant Afric-swing syncOpa-
tionS W0OlwOrth DOnahue
with Honey Johnson and Eddie
Reeves are among the table
holders Two heirs to chain
store fortunes pounding their
palms on table tops in time with
the beat of the wild music.
Romantic figures of the foot
lights, Dennis King and the tower
ing Philip Merivale, in a converse
tional huddle, block the Shubert
alley on 44th ST., Tuesday after
noon An impression: The de-
sign over the center arch Of
st. Patrick's Cathedral resolves
itself into a brown derby .
Parishioner AL Smith should be
advised Wednesday night at
Ell Morocco, Joe Penner in mourn
full mood "a simple thing-I
want to go home to see some Of
the spots in Hungary I knew when
was a boy-and migod, the red
tape they wind around me, I
almost give up" But Joe has
Sailed-and will revisit the swim
ming hole and the schoolhouSe
and make a few donations :. In
the exotic interior of Jimmy
Moriarty's Bali cafe, Thursday
Observation-Disclosures waving cell
ing An interesting group in
stiff formal attire-George Bourne
and his fiancee, Lorraine Holmes,
Moorehead Patterson, Mrs. Harry
Payne Whitney and Mrs. William
Gibbs McAdoo Slim Betty
Borst, amiable canary, settles
down with us 1--WE changed
my name-they kidded me too
much. I'm Betty Bryant now
that's an improvement, isn't it?"
Viennese -OOf Of the st.
Regis. Symphony Of grays and
gentle pinks with glittering
candelabra suspended from a
synthetically azure heaven en-
riched by an artists cOncep-
tiOn Of foamy clOudS-cIOuds
stationary and patient as the
figures on Keats Grecian Urn
=. .FlOOr-sided are Sarah Jane
Sanford 50 Tired by David
Brook with Michael Farmer as
an escorts escort. The for
mer Margaret Roosevelt Sways
dreamily in the arms of the
much smaller AleSSandrO Palla-
vicini who is her legal spouse
and at the table which they
have left for the dance floor
is MedOra Roosevelt, patting
Joe Ryle's head. Six gals in
gowns Of baby-blue gOSSamer
toss flowers, and the two beer.
heirs, George and Louis Ehret,
reach out to catch them. Leo
Garlic, geSturing expresSively
with both hands, holds up traf-
fic in front of the French
Casino as he explains some
thing-Or nOthing-tO a gent
Of great dignity who looks as
If he had just stepped off
Peter ArnO's drawing board.
Maxfield Parrish twilight over
The East River. .Pinkish purple
clouds bulge into fanciful shapes
:. "A Turkish minaret SwellS into
IN amorphous fleece IA few
later, an Arabian Nights
;aliph glowers down. Dusk
creeps in slowly and casts it's
sable mantle over the city. But
not for long. "A million lights
hrust their tiny brilliancieS
through the dark at the Place
"A distinguished woman
asks the waiter to bring her a two
cent stamp for a letter she wants
10 post. The wife of Postmaster
General James A. Farley. heck
ers gang up on Comic Jack White
at Dan Healy's as he delivers a
philippe on the virtues of his
favorite Giants. Only one grin
ming patron refrainS from heck
ling. Horace Stoneham -. High
moments at the colorful Black Cat
Club in the Village... Lilyan
Sepian thrush, caroling