Evening star., 1938-12-18
BY MARY VAN RENSSELAER,
THAYER.

THAYER.
NEW YORK, Dec. II (N.AN.A).-
The press had just been swept re-
luctantly out of the Edens' cabin
on the Queen Mary. A small crowd
of sightseers remained hopefully
outside, trying to shove their way
past the burly policeman who guard
ed the entrance. Whenever the door
opened the sightseers surged for
ward, trying to get glimpse of the
Edens-one man lifting his young
son shoulder high so that he could
get a good view.
To avoid curious glances Mrs. Eden
sought refuge in the dressing room
and emerged when the coast was
clear. Mrs. Eden, beautifully pink
checked, maintained traditional
British calm as she surveyed the
stateroom, thick with cigarette
smoke, stacked with bags and bum
dies. Volatile Anthony Eden, but
toned smartly into ble-breasted
waistcoat, looked slightly paler than
when he arrived last week.
Mrs. Eden smoothed her simple
black dress, adjusted her hat to a
more tip~tilted angle and summed
up her American visit. She'd had a
wonderful time, was "crazy" about
this country and couldn't wait to
get back. Nothing would make me
leave" she said, IF 1t weren't for
my two sons waiting for their Christ
mas parties"
Likes to Dance.
She delightedly admitted that she
had persuaded her husband to make
the trip. Though practically nobody
knows it-this isn't her first visit
to New York! When the Edens
were in Canada number of years
ago she whisked down here incog-
nito and spent exactly "a hours
seeing the town and dancing in half
q dozen night clubs.
Mrs. Eden, who's tall, has dark,
really luscious eyes and a skin-you-
love -to-touch, likes to dance. She
tried the Hotel st. Regis Iridium
Room, was amused at the Stork Club
and made a special trip to Rookie
feller Center's Rainbow Room to
dance, see the view and hear Alec
Templeton, the blind pianist Noel
Coward took time off from rehears-
ing his new play to show Mrs. Eden
around the night spots. Mrs. Eden
dipped into the shops-but they were
crowded, she had feeling that peo-
pie were watching her and so her
purchases were mostly confined to
photograph records-she has all the
new ones, swing, rhumba and just
plain jazz.
Between them, the Edens admit to
Just two disappointment during
their brief visit-neither of them has
tasted terrapin, and Mr.. Eden never
met Ben Cohen or Thomas Corcoran,
President Roosevelt's advisers whose
personalities intrigue him.
They learned about terrapin from
Ronald Tree, who accompanied them
on the trip. Mr.. Trees an American,
but reared in London-and all across
the rough Atlantic he made their
mouths water with stories about ter
rapin. Both Mr.. and Mrs. Eden like
food-and, when they went to Wash
ington and, finally, Baltimore-they
could hardly wait to sample this
taste sensation. But they never saw
as much as turtle Uneven though
Mr.. Eden did have luncheon at the
famous Baltimore Club, which is
famed for its terrapin. There were
So other luncheon guests, and, when
Mr.. Eden learned that terrapin costs
around So a portion, he was some
what reconciled.
Visit Garrett Estate.
Mrs. Eden saw a slice of very ele-
CANT American country life on the
Washington jaunt-for Mrs. John
Garrett, wife Of the former United
states Ambassador to Italy, motored