The Washington times., 1938-03-18

WILLIAM H. SHORTY"
w LIPSCOMB, Is looking
forward to this weekend for he
is taking himself and his two
youngsters up to Raspberry
Plains, his beautiful country
place in, or rather, near, Lees
burg, Va. Deciding to spend q
week UP there Shorty" has sug-
gested to a few intimate friends
that they come up on Saturday
and linger until Tuesday. While,
though it may not be the con-
ventional English weekend, will
be just as varied and entertain
ing. What with horse back rid
ing, q dance in the newly-built
log studio and the entire day to
do aS zone pleaSes.
MRS. JACK MARSHALL, who
N4 has just opened her Antique
Shop, is no end pleased these
last few days because, selling
some really exquisite Chippen-
dale chairs to an enthusiastic
buyer, she discovered that they
(the chairs) were to be pre-
sented to The Boston Museum
Of Fine Arts!
MRS. DWIGHT WEBB, whose
IVA husband is Vice Chairman
of the FHLBB, gave a very de-
lightful tea yesterday afternoon
at her apartment at 24O0 Six
teenth Street. The rooms were
a veritable garden of VIVID yel-
low jonquils and-all the hun
dredS of jonQuils were sent to
Mrs. webb, from her home in
Nashville, Tennessee. The tea
table was exceptionally pretty,
and done in white, with a low
centerpiece Of huge white tulips
and fragrant creamy, hyacinths.
MRS. ROBERT BRENNAN,
W1 charming wife Of the First
Secretary Of the Legation of the
Irish Free State (and there is
some talk, that Mr.. Brennan
will be the next Minister Of the
Legation) is now, happily on
the road to q rapid recovery,
after a long siege Of illness.
RTHUR RED" CONDOR is
n wearing a new decoration.
One which was conferred upon
him by the Navy and mad to
do with his work, in landing
the only two ships at Symrna,
during the Greek. Turkish War.
MRS. Jacob Leander Loose,
Wk entered into the spirit of
st. Patrick's Day, when she gave
her tea for the Newspaper
Women's Club yesterday. She
wore an intriguing green bolero
jacket over black lace. a jade
green rose in her hair and her
jewels were jade-nothing else.
TVEIE Melody Club. the new
i night spot in town, was very
gay last night. Its black and
silver walls were packed to the
last degree Of space, and the
band, which is SWING and no
doubt about it, really gave out.
Hearing q vaguely familiar
tune, we asked the leader,
Wingy Menone, just what it
might be. MY Wild Irish
Rose" was the answer. We are
still properly surprised.
Menone, himself, is an inter
esting person. Born in New
Orleans, and determined in spite
of everything, to play a trum'
pet, he ran away, and-all over
the world, before he realized
his ambition to play rhythmic
music like the Negroes OF his
native State. Just now, when
he plays the trumpet, it's the
hottest thing this side OF a
barn fire. He looks quite young
and has been married four
times.
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MRS. PETER DRURY gave
W1 the incest tea yesterday
afternoon and it was fun to
note how many Of the guests
had remembered st. Patrick's
Day and arrived with a bit OF
green, somewhere on their dress
es or coats. George Bean had a
special green-and-white carna'
ton in his lapel; Helen Drury
had a corSage Of green carna
tions; Mrs. Bill Shearer, a wee
green feather.
Mrs. Peter Drury wore a gay
print. Roses were everywhere.
and a huge vase of white gar.
denias nodded from the long
table in the drawing room; and
yellow lilies and freeSia decoraT-