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SUhTOgY
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To the left is Mrs. Thorne Flagler. Mrs.
Jack Lewis is in the center, Mrs. Lewis
was hostess at a large reception at the
Piedmont Club Tuesday when the
young married women were bidden
to meet Mrs. Robert Yancey, of
, v New York, the guest of Mrs.
* Joseph Raine. On the right is
j> Mrs. Percy Taylor as she ap-
peared on her wedding even-
[, ing. She was Miss Louise
Watts and her marriage was
preceded by a round of
i parties.
nable for a pretty event. The benefit
Tango Tea will be held from half past
4 o’clock until half past 7 Monday.
C ONSERVATIVE ME! After vow
ing all my life that the old
things, the old customs, the old
ways were good enough for me, here
I find myself the friend and apostle
of the very newest wrinkle of this
very new, fast age. The Tango Tea
looks good to me.
At first I could not think of the
new custom without something of a
shudder. Dear me, how ignorant I
was. Now I can look back at my
former qualms, and smile at myself
for a perfect goose. Now, after 1
have seen what dear, dainty affairs
these tango tea^s really are, wrhat won
derful occasions they are for assem
bling the very loveliest, most attrac
tive people, what intimate little gath-
irings they are, after I know this, I
ran see that I was wrong, and very
foolish when I decided I did not like
the tango nor anything connected
with it.
You’ll feel the same way about it
if you only take the trouble to find
out. There will be a splendid oppor
tunity, for instance, next Monday af
ternoon, when the tango tea for the
benefit of the Christmas Fund of The
faithfully on their sacred honor that
they would be there. In our midst
upon that occasion will be quite a
contingent from the anny post, as my
friend, Colonel Van Orsdale, has sent
a nice, friendly little note, telling all
about the occasion, to each one of
his officers. And such a bit of in
formation, you all know, is tanta
mount to a command.
Those who are arranging the af
fair tell me there will be pretty girls
at the door to take up tickets, and to
welcome everybody that comes, and
to tell you they are glad you came.
Oh, I am sure it will be a splendid
occasion. I am glad that there will
be plenty of men, too, because I did
so want to dance the other after
noon, at our first Tango Tea, and sat
scraping my feet most pitifully.
It Is In a worthy cause, too, so
that by coming out you will be help
ing the poor little children toward a
happy Christmas, as w'ell as ac
quainting yourself with what I think
will be a pretty, attractive custom.
They have fixed up the ballroom on
the top floor of the Piedmont Hotel
so that it is the dearest place imagi-
P OLLY is a platitudinous person,
as you all know' very well, and
much given to proverbs. Of
course, such an antediluvian failing
Is hard to overlook, but oh, she is so
old-fashioned in every w f ay. So do
forgive her, young folks, and listen
to another old, old maxim that she
Is going to pronounce to you by way
of starting a little story. Here:
'‘It’s an all wind that blows no
good.”
And the hero of the story is Phil
L/Engle. The heroine—well, never
mind.
Naturally, this being a sort of ro
mance. our young man was sorely
smitten by her charms—or thought
he was. which in effect is the same
thing. And she liked him. Every
body does.
They were good fellows together,
and laughed and danced and made
eyes together, and came to quite an
understanding—nomine serious, you
know, or definite. But one evening,
sitting there before the cozy fire in
Sunday American and Georgian is
held at the Pindmont Hotel.
It will be an eminently correct af
fair. I am told. There was an affair
just as correctly staged at the Wine-
coff Hotel the other afternoon, but
The trouble about it was that there
were not enough men there to make
the occasion enjoyable. The only
dancers I saw were Jim Nunnally, and
Jim Williams, and Bob Small, and
those poor men nearly danced their
feet oft while the girls, who simply
The photo
graph of
Mrs. Lewis was
made by
Hirshburg and
Fillips.
the front parlor, they decided that
as they' liked each other so well, the
first of the two who married anybody
else than the other would give that
disappointed other one, as a sort of
heart balm, a fur coat.
Time passed. Now' the heroine—
haven’t you guessed yet—is going to
get married soon. It has been an
nounced. Poor Phil! The announce
ment does not mention him at ail,
but another person altogether. And
not even an Atlanta man, at that!
But anyhow, there’s a silver lining
to his cloud—there I go again wdth
my proverbs—or maybe you might
say, a fur lining. Phil is almost con-
that they will open an exclusive sh
in Atlanta. And having arrived at
the years of common sense, I ha vs
long since learn r to trust gossip of
the substantial kind, such as this is.
The two probably won’t need mui
study to perfect them in the fine art
of dressmaking. One of them—what
soled in thinking of the fur coat that
he will get.
that are being said over the tea cups
and across bridge tables about the
two independent women whom you
all know. Gossip has i that they arc
going to study the art of dressmak
ing, fine dressmaking, the Lady Duff-
Gordon sort of thing, you know, and
a few thoughtless girls or some boys
of the college set have made No,
we are not -nobbisb.
In fact, we are rather independ
ent, I am proud to say, and liberal.
And If you don’t believe that—well,
you just haven't heard the nice things
W HO said that Atlanta society
was snobbish? I want to stand
up on my two little feet—
please say that they are little—and
defend our people against that accu
sation, in spite of any impression that