The Waterbury Democrat., 1939-02-02

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 magistrate n
 Rome under
 the Italian
 6 o V rnment,
 and later a
 judge in the
 Holy Rota, the
 Vatican court that passes upon matters per- taining to marriage. In this court all proceedings are in Latin.
 Eugene is a small, white-hair- ed man with high forehead, blue eyes, fair skin. Tn an hours con- versation the other day, he ad- mitted to me that he reads Dante Gin Italian) and Homer Gin Greek) when he has insomnia. He very often is unable to sleep more than an hour or so at night. He then arises, and spends the rest of the night reading, prefera- ply while walking up and down. He doesn't worry about his sleep lessness, so 1t doesn't affect his health at all.
 Eugene's idea of keeping guests happy Is to create atmosphere that serves as background rather than as @ selling point. Atmos- phere that jumps out at you is no good, he thinks. So the furnish- ings, drapes, music and light in the Ambassador dining room are all gentle, dignified, restrained. So is Eugene.
 There's much speculation as to what will become of the Schwab castle on Riverside Drive, now that Mrs. Charlie Schwab has gone on. It Is known that the old steelmaster doesn't want to keep the place. Even before his wife's death, Schwab tried to sell his home to the City of New York as a permanent home for the may ors. He made canny offer which the equal canny Mayor La Guar dia turned down without hesita- ton. La Guardia doesn't feel that the city could afford to keep It's mayors in such place, even If the property were gift.
 It Is not improbable that the Schwab castle will follow the Paterno palace, a little farther up the Drive into the hands of wreckers. There are few Ameri- cans left who can afford to pay taxes on such pretentious homes. You can always tell whether the Lord of Schwab Castle Is at home. Just glance inside the porte cochere on the 74th street side. When word is received that the master is arriving, @ red car- pet is rolled down from the door to this carriage entrance. It re- mains spread there until the aged former iron puddler leaves for one of his other homes.
 Spot- -jottings: otto Soglow, the artist; r. J. Emmerich, de- partment store tycoon and Gene Lamb, of the Circumnavigators Club, are amateur cooks who like to get together in friendly rivalry. Emmerich knows how to select, cut and broil a sirloin steak for six men with big appetites .. The Octorao Hotel at Oxford, Pa, has the most remarkable Victo- rian what-nots in its dining room I've seen anywhere The Society of Virginia Women in New York takes @ special in- terest in Virginia shut-ins. The 96 members assist 96 persons in their own state who are unable to go outside of their homes and 1t gives me lot more plea- sure to report this kind of item about New York than 1t would to tell you about the number of murders in Harlem.
 Memory: Those heavHy-shaded Spencerian signatures and the birds in nests, all done by quick, graceful, shaded strokes. My eldest brother started out in life as fancy penman, but came under the influence of Profess sors Palmer and Robbins, and went in for the muscular system of plain business penmanship .. and this is recalled by my name done in the grandest of shaded strokes by a Sacramento friend. My wife has been supporting a colony of squirrels and birds during the winter. while the ground has been snow-covered. A war over nuts has developed be- tween the bluejays and the squir- rels. There's plenty of bird-feed for the jays, but they just natur- ally hate squirrels, so they swoop down quickly and steal the nuts. They carry them to the trees, put them down on limbs and in crotches, and peck away at their shells. screaming and swearing.
 Lately, the squirrels, under the leadership of one husky old grandpa, have been showing fight. They'll make a dash for the nuts, chatter at the jays, and often chase them away.
 On rainy or stormy days you'll find many seemingly homeless old ladies taking refuge in the less expensive cafeterias or automats. For nickel one can get cup of coffee, and that entities one to occupy a table in a quiet corner, during the afternoon, when there is no business to speak of. A newspaper rescued from the waste can on the corner furnishes an excuse for spending hours.
 Some of these hapless women, clinging to amenities of better days, will dress up their little tables with paper napkins as ta- A. Af