The Washington times., 1936-12-17
Perfumes, Madge Evans Hobby
Quart Size Bottles
Clutter Actress
Dressing Table
BY LYDIA CALVERT
Special to The Washington Times


HOLLYWOOD, Dec. III step.
ped from the limousine. Not tri-
umphantly or gayly, as one should
step from any vehicle of more
than six cylinders, but with trepi-
dation in my heart and a feeling
which said Run and Hide" It
was my first visit to stars home
and when I got out of the car
one step brought me smack be-
fore the door knocker.
I knocked and Immediately q
chorus of sharp barks started up
inside.
I figured that such an outburst
could only come from a Pekingese.
But this was small comfort. What
feared was not dogs. It was
movie stars.
FlOwer-Like Face
The door was opened by a
kindly colored butler. I was
ushered into a charming drawing
room that was Spanish in feeling
and reStful in color but there's
no rest for the scary. I sat myself
down on chair edge and counted
my heart beats.
"HellO," said the sweetest
voice in the world. 'Tt'S awfully
nice of you to come"
I gazed into the bright flower
like face of Madge Evans. 1t IS
the most combed and brushed face
that I have ever seen. It's a face
that looks as if it's lived on the
very best grade Of laughter. Even
when it's serious it smiles. Sud
denly my fear was silly.
The bowl of giant chrysanthe-
NUNS glowed gold on the mantel.
The bougainvillea vine outside
the window screamed pink. The
Pekingese and their friends, the
Scotties, stopped barking and
made friendly overtures. We
laughed and talked. The subject
turned to clothes, which was what
I had come to learn about.
SIl111 ElS uEC
"Come on upstairs and see
them" she said. She was as nat
ural and as excited about it as
you are to show off your new
dress to the first friend that pops
in.
I noticed her slim figure. She
had practically no hips, nice
shoulders, slim legs. Her costume,
a navy woolen suit with a shrimp
pink blouse, was simple and be-
coming. AS we climbed the stairs
1 noticed her shoes were navy
hand-Stitched like a glove with
white.
"NOw you sit here" smiled
the gracious Madge, "and make
yourself comfortable and I'll get
the clothes. Would you like to
see coats firSt?"
TAKES IN DETAILS
She disappeared for a moment
and feeling like a mean old
neighborhood gossip I took in
every detail of her room. Wanta
hear? She has a tremendous
carved mahogany bed with a mas
Sive carved chest at the foot. The
spread was yellow taffeta. The
curtains were blue flowered
chintze; the carpet darker blue.
The dressing table held silver
appointments and two large, red,
crystal perfume bottles. On a
table near a sofa was a book she
was reading: Havelock Ellis, the
New Spirit. In the corner on the
floor was gingham toy dog.
"Well here's a dark green
leather coat that's good for Cali
fOrnia weather" my accOmmO-
dating hostess said, reappearing
with her arm full. 81 have a hat
to match it with silly feather.
/ like hats to match"
Popping out of the room and
back dozen times with the best
grace in the world, calling in an
swers from the other room, chat
tering and laughing all the time
she showed me all of her lovely
clothes. She loved it. know
she did because she said so and
you can believe anything Madge
Evans says. She's just about as
genuine and good and sweet as
they come.
Tailored Suit
She had a divinely tailored suit
in oxford gray with two skirts,
one striped, one plain. She had
gorgeous mink coat my best coat"
with which she wears among other
things peacock blue matellasse
lame street dress and cute little
pixie hat to match. One of her
special loves is a pink and blue
taffeta house coat that closes to
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