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ATLANTA, OA„ SUNDAY, MAY 30, 1915.
Miss Emily Lowndes, on the left, taken at one of the most brilliant wedding receptions
of the season. In the center is Mrs. W. R. Hodgman, wife of Lieutenant Hodgman, U. S. N., as
she appeared at the opening of the East Lake Country Club, and on the right, Mrs. Brutus
Clay, in the pretty toilette worn at the spring opening tea-dance of the Driving Club.
ry. of Henry County, the grandfather
of Mrs. Lowry and great-grandfather
of Marguerite, at a Fulton County fa:r
in the spring of 1857, if you please!
gf/^ONE, but not forgotten.” shall
( J be said of Dr Eric Zoepffel
von Quellenstein, late Ger
man Consul in Atlanta. I do not mean
to convey the idea to my readers of
a demise on the part of Dr. Zoepffel
—far from it. He ha-s only gone West,
young man When this cruel war
is over, Dr. Zoepffel has said himself,
he expects to return and take
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officers-—they always pick pretty
ones." (This from a mere man who
had “butted Ir>” on our gossipy group.>
“Is that man standing by her the
naval officer?” naively asked the
schoolgirl whose older sister had
brought her out to see a bit of fun. j
“No, child, the naval officer isn’t
here: that’s Will Meador.”
"He picks ’em out; then he tetyjj
'em go about without him; I don’t
think these naval fellows are so wise.”
(The mere man again.)
“But that man is good looking."
(This from the persistent near-deb.)j
"Isn't he ”as good looking as thfl:
naval officer?”—still the little on$i
talks. j
And that’s the silly way our conn
versatlon would sound were a pho4j
nograph on the job. But the fact*
remains that I thought >trs. ”Liouten«j
ant” Hodgman was one of the pret**j
tiest youhg women at East Lake Sat*;
send another lobster, as “something is
wrong with this one.” Bye and bye
another lobster arrived, and he, too,
was green. The bride became discour
aged, and substituted another dish for
“broiled live lobster.” The next day
the ambitious grocer asked what was
the matter With the lobster, explain
ing that he had sent the choicest in
his kennels—or pen—or whatever he
keeps live lobsters in.
"Why, both of those things were
green!” the bride exclaimed. “I want
ed a nice pink lobster!”
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telling her troubles the other day to
some of the brides-to-be. Strange to
say. not a one was di.sma.yed over the
prospect, which afforded more amuse
ment than warning, 1 am afraid. The
experienced one has only been “keep-
irfg house” a short while, and the first
affair she gave was a luncheon one
day last week. The ambitious menu
planned included “broiled live lobster.”
to be sure. When the lobster arrived,
the young woman was horrified to see
that he she or it—was of a queer
green color. That lobster is ill,” she
decided, so phoned the groceryman to
his former place in Atlanta's social
life. And, believe me. Dr. Zoepffel
has some place in Atlanta's social
life. Since the day he came amongst
us, and we had such an awful time
learning whether to say Dr. Quell^r.-
stein or to give him his full titles, et
cetera, by addressing him as Dr.
Zoepffel Quellenstein, the German
Consul has been a delightful mem
ber of Atlanta social life. He has
given many charming dinner parties I
and has enlivened many others hv his I
genial presence. In fact, long since of honeymooning One of this inter -
we have learned that Lr. Zoepffel. or i estirg group of young matrons was
Quellenstein, is a jolly good fellow and
w'e are sorry to see him leave for
more reasons than one. (One of the
reasons is that we expected Dr.
Zoepffel to protect us should that oft-
foretold German invasion of our de
fenseless (?) Atlantic coast line ever
materialize!)
\ /OU know how a group of girls will
V sit at a table on the club porch
and “talk over” the other tables.
Well, that’s what we were doing at
the East Lake Club Saturday after
noon. And this is a part of our con
versation.
“Who is that pretty girl with the
big hat and pink roses?”
"Why, she’s the wife of a ‘new’
naval officer—er—Lieut. — Er—”
“That's the way iwith those naval
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