Milford chronicle., 1960-04-01
I'm THE AIR FORCE"
By EIuine townsend Dickersor

knew me. no one cared who that
displaced person was / didn't
have a handkerchief or a Kleenex
and began TO search for one in my
coat pocket, purse and finally felt
what thought was one in my skirt
pocket. When / brought 1t out /
found tiny baby stocking of Les
lies and this really did bring on q
food of tears.
We were in Chicago the week the
headlines were concerned with the
three suburban matrOns that were
slain at Starved Rock. This maniac
killer | had on my mind, the mad
rush of traffic in the loop-I didn't
know whether to cali the police or
the hospitals to locate my good
husband. ! wasn't worried about
our being separated or lost from
to return to the hotel and we could
relocate each other there. but since
/ had left message after message
couldn't understand why Hayes
didn't come to the room where /
was unless something simply ter
rible had happened to him. BY 2:30
/ had really come loose at the
seams" and when | saw Hayes
come toward me / displayed a dra-
matte scene for all the foreigners
to see!
Hayes had waited for three long
hours at the only coffee shop Mar
shall Fields has, but on the first
floor. The two people had asked
about a coffee shop told me these
five on the 7th floor WAS 1T. / had
looked on the floor register by the
elevators and no others were list
ed. Hayes had called the hotel to
see ii / might have left a message,
but our floor desk clerk was "out
to lunch" and her replacement was
out of her mind and didn't look in
our box for any message! Hayes
had called the central location Of
flee of Nj. F., had the floor manager
to assist him and apparently had
toured the TEA ROOMS on the 7th
floor the exact same time l had. II
was an upsetting time for both of
US and one we didn't forget quick
ly.
What was left of the afternoon we
spent at the Antique Mart. two
blocks from our hotel. We saw shop
after shop of old china, brass, pew
ter, crystal, etc. Our enthusiasm
had been killed, however. and we
returned to the hotel and got ready
for dinner. We ate that evening
at the Palmer House at their South
Sea Island room The Traders"
If you have ever been in Trader
Vic's in San Francisco you will
know what this room was like since
it is a duplicate of that and is run
by the same person. Nets on the
ceiling, giant shells on the walls,
tables made of cross sections of
trees many inches thick, and in
teresting hurricane lamps on the
tables made the atmosphere invit-
ing. Glass enclosed, was a kettle
with a wood fire underneath, that
cooked much of the food on the
menus. Parties all over the room
were drinking from elongated
straws out of pineapples and CO.
cOanuts All cocktails were exotic
and the food was too. Hayes had
pressed duck and / had almond
chicken with mushrooms. oh! we
had such excellent food on this
trip.
After dinner we spent two hours
or more at the Chez Paree-a night
club whose entertainment for the
evening was Sarah Vaughn and the
Vagabonds who used to appear with
Arthur Godfrey several years ago.
They were clever and funny as us
ual and we did enjoy them, but we
especially enjoyed Sara Vaughn.
She sang our favorites with such
ease. Whether the melody was high
or low range she sang it with no
difficulty 1t was a pleasant way to
end a day that began so hectically.
Until next week then.
Always,
Elaine Townsend Dickerson