The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1937-06-10
NOW
Washington
HOnOrS
A KING
BY HELEN ESSARY
The Capital goes British.


ingtonians toasted His Majesty,
King George VI, yesterday on
strawberries and Devonshire
cream, drank his health in saul
terne punch and wished him a
Happy Birthday to the music OF
old English folk songs at the
Garden Party of Sir Ronald and
Lady Lindsay.
Down at the foot OF a rolling
flower-bordered lawn, under a big
red and gray striped marquee
these happy Neutrality-suspicious. muir
INJURED polite nothings to each
other.
Come what may. most Of them
were thinking, New Deal or no
New Deal, there is really nothing
you know quite like a British
Embassy Garden Party.
For the British, geniuses that
they are, colonize the strangers
within the big iron gates OF their
Massachusetts, Avenue residence.
The stoutest American heart be,
gins to culver at the sight Of the
first footman in red and gold
livery.
The naughty beauty Of the sec
ond footman in plaid kilt and fur
busby completely entranced one
ardent lady yesterday.
do tell me-" she said, what
is that wonderful uniform you
wear?"
beg pardon, Madam" said the
lofty creature between requests OF
"Your card, please" to passing
guests. BEG pardon? I don't un'
derstand."
81 say, what kind Of a uniform
is that you're wearing? I really
think the press should know"
cts the uniform Of the Black
Watch Madam. But it's really
not n'ss'ry for the press to know
anything about any Of us, Madam"
Not ne'ss'ry for the press to know!
Shades Of little Wallis Simpson!
On the grand staircase along
the marble pillared corridors, be-
meath the portraits of the royal
family, other liveried tootmen
stood like figures in a ceremonial
pageant.
His Britannia Majesty's Am
bassador and Lady Lindsay re-
ceived their guests in the garden
lust outside the drawing room
doors. Many of the guests strolled
about the terraces and gardens.
Some found chairs. Sat in groups
gossiped and talked about the
passer-by.
Others fingered indoors, frankly
sightseeing" in the mahogany
and chintz drawing rooms and in
the ballroom with yellow walls
nanelled in black mirrors.
In the state dining room tea
was being served. And when I
saw tea, I mean "tea." One guest
took her place on chair (orange
leather seat copied from originals
in the Victoria Albert Museum in
Iondon) and beckoned to waiter.
81 want to know what kind
of tea this u.s." she said.
81 don't know quite what
you mean, Madam"
81 mean, do you know what
brand it ISL"
at is a combination, Madam,
Of China and India tea. We
blend our own to our own taste
in the embassy" replied the
waiter with reSOlute pOliteneSs.
Some awfully smart dresses
were worn, though few long gar
den partyish frocks were sweeping
the turf. Among the most at
tractive costumes were those OF
Mrs. Sumner Welles, wife of the
Undersecretary of State, in white
linen combined severely with
black: Mrs. Hugh Auchincloss, in
white with q, dark blue vest and a
smart white turban,, and Mrs.
George Barnett, cousin Of the
duchess of windsor, in a short
skirted lowered chiffon broad
cloth.
AS I left the delightful party,
william, in olive-green broadcloth
and top hat, was calling" the
last of the cars.
A wispy woman in brown came
down the driveway with a camera
in her hands.
please move" she said firmly
tn william. II want to take some
pictures"
She focused her camera on the
bronze plate on the gate which
said Embassy IN" and took a
snapshot.
Then she walked earnestly over
to the sign on the far gate which