The Waterbury Democrat., 1941-04-01

It was pleasing news to tho United States Offlce for Co-ordina' ton o. Commercial Relations Be- tween the American Republics though Nelson Rockefeller llat nothing to do with 1t.
 It was good news to the Amer. ican Red Cross, for the 400 paid $lO a head to see the show, thus netting $40O0 for sweet charity. TEN BUCKS
 ADMISSION
 To the world at large, however, il was just another benefit, so the news may have escaped you that Her Excellency Senhora Carlos Mar tins and His Excellency Ambassa- dor Extraordinary and Plenipoten- tiary Martins opened up the big three-story limestone palace which is the Brazilian embassy in Wash ington the other afternoon. Any one who had Sawbuck and knew about the affair could buy ticket and be admitted.
 You were bowed out of your cab by a colored footman in high hat and long blue coat. 'The door was opened by g young man in after noon clothes who gave you a fishy eye until you showed your ticket, then smiled you in. The cards were taken by 8 lady secretary, who tore off and returned the coupon for the hat and suit raffle, later.
 You checked your hat with gray. haired matrons at the right, then up a few steps to a big reception hall. Buffers in tails and white ties directed you to a temporary bar in the big treasure room on the left, filled with Brazilian and Oriental statuary and paintings and hun- dreos of object dart in glass cases.
 Then up a big wide semi -circular staircase, and at the head of the stairs Q butler asked your name, mis- pronounced 1t q became Hudson) and presented you to the Senhora herself-"chica," smiling and bru- net in lowered dress. The hostess, with her big iron-gray ambassador beside her, who furnished the house and cocktails and the little sand- wiches and little cakes and cham pagne and music, and let the Red Cross have all the gross. It said so on the tickets.
 FIFTY MALE WALLFLOWERS
 Tn the balcony hall, overlooking the stairs, photographers and the newspaper society gals, jotting down who arrived and what she wore. While the hostess stood by and saw a few of these guests drop and stamp out cigaret butts on an oriental rug worth perhaps as much as the Red Cross take.
 Off the hall, three big reception rooms, cleared of their regular fur niture, filled with linened card tables. Around the tables, $50 wo- men. That's Mrs. Hull and Mrs. Morgenthau. And here comes Mrs. Sumner Welles. And there no, there-is Mrs. Wallace and Mrs. JoneS-Mrs. Jesse Jones.
 Fifty men standing around like wallflowers, looking uncomfortable.
 A princess, a baroness, a countess A big sensation when Madame Mehet Munir Ertegun came in with Madame Constantin Fotitch. What? You don't know them? The wives of the envoys from Turkey and Yugoslavia. Political significance in that. They arrived and sat to- gether. Berlin papers please copy.
 But where was Eleanor?
 Through this gathering paraded Q score of Powers lovelies--where do do they find them?-wearing what one would wear If one were dressed ones best in 47 of the smartest re- sorts in Pan America. White for tennis in Metropolis, Brazil. Navy suit with penciled white stripes for the Hippodrome in Palermo, Buenos Aires. Nude, it's wonderful - a new color for afternoon in Guate- nlala City. And everyone ohed and ahed, and the $50 women looked at the clothes, and the 50 men looked at the Powers models and got Q light in their eyes.
 And who says that isn't doing something to further cultural rela- tions with Pan America?