Evening star., 1950-01-15

Probably the most unique type,
of costume party ever given was
held in our little ole town last
night. You've heard of the bal
des tetes or headdress ball, such
as was staged by the waltz group
at the Sulgrave Club Friday night.
You've heard of the glamorous,
honest to- goodness costume ball,
such as the feminine scribes are
giving for President and Mrs. |
Truman Tuesday night, and you're
undoubtedly acquainted with the
bal masque or masked ball such |
as Elsa Maxwell occasionally
throws in up-and-coming New
York. But one might wager a
slight bet that you have never
seen or thought of a party in
which only the feet we're dis
guised, and which is uncommonly
referred to as a foot ball."
Last night a group Of party
loving, playful friends of Dorothea
and Ned Foote staged just such
a cockeyed affair in their honor,
all because they recently moved
into a new house on Woodland
drive. A progressive dinner that
placed unusual emphasis on the
last name of the honor guests, it
came as a complete surprise to
the Foote's who thought that they
were spending a quietish evening
at the John Cutters. They had
no idea that about 20 others had
been invited "to meet the moving
Feete" and admonished to wear
something unique" upon their
hoofs.
The dinner progressed from
cocktails and hors d'oeuvres at
the Cutters, to the main course
at Constance and Bill McCor-
hicks, to dessert, coffee and
liqueur at Caroline and Tommy
Adams, and finally to a game of
charades and more refreshments
at Betty ands Leonard Blocks.
"Footsore" was the name of the
play they put on that was take
off on the mannerisms, habits,
ETC., of the honor guests.
The affair was hilarious from
beginning to end with food served
in the shape of shoe soles, rolls
passed in something like lined
galosh, etc. But the most fan
tastic thing of all was the ap-
pearance of the four hostesses
who, below their pretty, becoming
evening dresses, wore enormous,
comical false bare feet. One man
tied a frying pan to each foot to
represent hot dogs! Anything for
q giggle.
Betty Vandenberg Pfeiffer,
pretty blond daughter of Senator
Arthur H. Vandenberg, will give
piano concert in Washington on
the 29th. She will appear at one of
those delightful Sunday evening
concerts staged in the beautiful
interior of the National Gallery
of Art.
After 10 years of letting her
music slide bit in favor of house
hold duties, Betty took up the Sc
rious, study of piano again two
years ago. Since then she has
given numerous concerts in and
around Long Island. How long
she will stay here when she comes
down from New York, not even
Mrs. Vandenberg knows, but her
friends are hoping that she won't
simply breeze in and breeze out
again. Quite a few of the local
fry remember her first concert in
Washington, when she played in
Constitution Hall at the tender
age of II.
The call of sunny shores, warm
winds and watery waves is being
felt all the way back here in
dampish Washington. One call
resounds with a faint aloha" or
two, another comes from the COL
or-filled Caribbean. Washingto-
mans are fastening to answer
both.
Mary Eula and Bill Blair will
sail from Los Angeles the 21st
aboard the Lurline and do nothing
but relax and wait till the Ha-
i