The Washington times., 1936-03-27
NOW
Notes on VernGL
Season
THOSE HATS!
By HELEN ESSARY

BY HELEN ESSAhG
Spring affects even hard-boiled
columnist.
with daffodils strugglin g
through the brown earth, early
morning birds chirping in the sun
shine, lawn garlic (peculiar to my
personal garden) waving in the
March breezes and the window
washing gentleman knocking at
the back door, how can one con-
centrate on the habits OF DIS
tinguished Citizens, or. care par
ticularly about Washington, the
Capital Of the Nation?
washington is such silly, fright.
ened town, anyhow. Nobody ever
tells the truth here.
I wonder what would happen II,
lust for one day, Public Characters
and relatives thereof would speak
only their honest thoughts.
It is an enchanting idea to
play with. There would be fist
fights in every office ante room
and rapier thruSts in every boudoir.
Dear friends Of the Too Too Dt'
vine School would hunt with scalp
ing knives OF the Sioux.
Spontaneous combustion, induced
by pent up rage, would flatten the
Grecian temples Of the Govern
nnent until Constitution Avenue
would lie in ruins like the Appian
Way.
Gardens and fountains about the
White House would shrivel under
the heat of unfettered hate.
Liberty, in her war bonnet,
would come down from the Capi.
tol dome and, striding through the
streets, declaim:
"Sic semper tyrannis!"
Horticultural Note: An admirer
of Mrs. Roosevelt stood at last
weeks Baltimore Flower Show
looking at a pale yellow rose, Ia
beled, MRS. Franklin D. RooSe-
velt." Said the admirer:
''That's too characterleSS .
rose to name for the First
Lady. why didn't they select
for her . beautiful Red Ram
bler?"
People say That: Senatorial
gentlemen are wearing light
hearted neckties this March. Elk:
pertS declare this is the result OF
the presence Of the second widow
on Floor.
That $4,000 French gold-lac.
quered piano in the White House
was given to Alice Roosevelt when
her father was President. Having
no place to put this treasure in
her own house, Mrs. Alice RooSe-
welt LongWorth has left it at 1900
Pennsylvania Avenue-for Cousin
Franklin and Cousin Eleanor to
enjoy.
Mrs. Pat Harrison turns the
game of politics over to her hus'
band, the Senator from Missis.
sippi. Nevertheless, she sees that
he keeps his appointments on
time. She is the family chauf'
feur In Washington. In MisSis'
sippi she drives him out to in
spect the political fences.
There are nine come-hithery,
ready-to-dine -out-at-a minutes no
tice and won't-youcome- -over-to'
my-party widows in Washington
to every bachelor, able-bodied or
decrepit.
styles-1936: Merely looking
at the shop windows, crowded
with violent new spring clothes,
frightens me.
I think of the day when the
new dresses and hats will go walk
ing about the streets, on people.
When the greens touched off with
lavender promenade beside the
blue and white polka dots. When
the grays and yellows will go hand
in hand to a bridge luncheon
and sit beside beetroot and pur.
pie.
The hats frighten me too. They
seem to have not relation to the
head, or to the personality of the
wearer.
They look as if they were going
in the opposite direction rapidly.
All Of them are cut on the bias.
They skid or they fly away with
wings and feathers. They gallop
down over the nose.
The hats with posies over the
eye break me down. They are so
fearfuly coy How can face,
young or old, that has gone
through che depression and other
things risk looking out on the
world beneath roSebuds, water
lilies, and forgetmenots?
Mrs. John Garland Pollard,
wife Of the former governor Of
Virginia, studies her lessons in
law at the George Washington
University on a walnut table that
was once the property of Presi.
dent RuggleS, an early president
of the University. President Rug
giles gave the table to one Of for.
mer Governor Pollard's ancestors.
Mrs. Pollard plans someday to
present it, inscribed with a plate
telling its history, to the Uni
versity for use in President Mar
WINS office.