The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1937-06-14
NOW.
Coffee, Cakes
In Style
AT CAPITOL
By HELEN EssARY

desk puZzer IN MS HOUSE OI1lce ne
is not signaling roll call, but
coffee call.
Immediately thereafter, pretty
. Miss Theodosia Olivier, Mr..
Mouton's niece and office hostess,
steps through the door with q
steaming cup Of Louisiana coffee
and q plate of cookies. cts ex-
actly the same system the lost
fairy tale princess used when she
patted her little woolly lamb on
the head and banquet appeared
in the deep, dark woods) .
Indeed, traditional Louisiana
hospitality is inspiring the States
entire delegation to agreeable en-
tertaining.
When visitors call at the offices
Of Senator John H. Overton, Mrs.
N. w. Youngblood, his secretary,
always suggests a cup Of coffee.
Louisiana coffee, if you please,
here as in other Louisiana baili'
wickS.
Senator Allen J. Ellender, the
other Louisiana Senator, enter
tains colleagues and guests at
Observation-Disclosures. Recently
he frightened the landscape in
the Senate dining room by giving
a luncheon to Miss Jane Gibson,
voted the most beautiful girl at
Louisiana State University.
Miss Gibson, who went later to
June Week" at Annapolis, said it
wasn't true that she preferred the
youth and sparkle of the Naval
Academy to the brains and dignity
Of Congress.
Yesterday, under the sprightly
leadership of Bob Mouton, the
Louisiana State Society held a
sort Of revival at The Oaks, Gales.
vile, Md, with a picnic dinner
Louisiana style) of fried chicken,
with such etceteras as dancing,
swimming; boating, fishing, horse
shoe throwing.
George w. Combs, who told me
about these lively Louisianans,
says that the distinguished gentle
men from their State are almost
never alone. You generally see
them in sociable pairs and three
somes. They even work hand IN
hand.
A number of other distinguished
gentlemen were on the loose Satur-
day.
The Alfalfa Club went native.
Completely native, you might say
for it went hay-mowing.
The legislators, juristS, journal
lists. lawyers, and other important
citizens who compose this dining
organization, returned to the soil
for the afternoon.
They went to Prospect Hall, the
estate of Joseph H. Hines, near
Frederick, to harvest the first cut
ting of alfalfa and to see for them
selves if it is true that the roots
of this plant go deeper into the
ground for moisture than any
other known agricultural product.
It is related confidentially that
the club borrowed the name for
that very suggestive reason.
Senator Pat Harrison Of Mis-
sissippi, president of the club, who
boasts an early farm career, drove
with ceremony to the hay field in
an ancient horse and buggy. He
was followed afoot by scores OF his
fellow harvest hands.
But, I understand that when
the gentleman from Mississippi
took the drivers seat Of a now
ing machine the horses, unused to
senatorial commands, ran amok!
PIoughed up the ground. Dashed
through fences and across bitches,
and might have overturned the
machine if a calm dirt farmer
had not interviewed.
Except for this notifying incl
dent, the party was a glorious
success. Prospect Hall is one OF
the famous places of western
Maryland. For $50 years, sue
cessive owners have dispensed hos
pitality there. But no other ever
did it on so lavish scale as Joe
Hines, More than 500 invited
guests. in addition to the 200 club
members, were welcomed and en-
tertained from noon until mid
night.
A band played. A Negro chorus
sang. Scores of attendants, stag
cering under trays loaded with
frosted beverages, Swarmed about.
In the evening the party dined at
a hundred tables spread upon the
lawn.
oh, YES. I understand that when
the speeches began, former Sena-
tor Jim Watson confided to the
crowd the piSifuI story that al
though the Alfalfa Club had nomi-
mated him as the candidate for
President Of the United States at
the last dinner, there was not, at
the moment, a dime in his cam
paign fund.
What was worse. he said, there
never has been dime there. I'm
less something is done about it,