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urday afternoon and several "good
looking men” agreed with me.
•
W HETHER or not Mrs. Palmer
will own up to thia Jolly little
anecdote, I know not, but The
Philadelphia Telegraph la responsible
for the first printing and lt’a clever
enough to repeat, anyway: At a re
cent dinner party In Washington, says
The Telegraph, the conversation
turned to old-time customs, and this
little story wai told by Mrs. Leigh
C. Palmer, wife of Lieutenant Com
mander Palmer, of the navy.
One afternoon. Mrs. Jones paid a
visit to her friend, Mrs. Smith, in a
distant part of the town, and on her
return she proceeded to impart to
husband Jones the more important
Incidents of her call.
“And there is another Hiram,” re
marked the good woman as the re
cital flowed on. ”1 don’t believe the
Smiths are as religious as they used
to he."
“They ain't." said Hiram, with a
Surprised expression. “What makes
you think so?”
"Well, it's thla way," returned Mrs
Jones. "For more thah 2.'» years that
big Bible of theirs has lain on the
renter table. In the parlor, and now it
has disappeared."
“That ain’t because of their relig
ion, Mary," smiled Husband Jones.
"That’s because of the age that s
wrote in it. them Smith girls is get-
tin’ pretty well along!’’
• • •
O NCE upon a time when I had
the pleasure of being introduced
to a charming society woman of
Birmingham, she made ns an opening
remark the statement that "Birming-
ha was always Jealous of Atlanta
and Atlanta of Birmingham.'' Now I
had never heard a whisper of Jail-
ousv on the part of Atlanta. There
fore I was somewhat surprised at
the remark. Since then I have heard
that Birmingham people really were
a little envious of Atlanta, in a so
cial way, and setting Atlanta's stand
ards as a record, they attained to
equal or excel this record. It may
be that the one-sided rivalry had
something to do with Birmingham's
brilliant social program of last week
for the golf tournament. If so. I
must acknowledge that they have
beaten us this time. Of course, when
Atlanta had the former tournament
of the Southern Woman’s Golf Asso
ciation, the organisation was in its in
fancy, and the next time we expect
to do much better. However, the
fact remains that Birmingham holds
the ffhlrn so far, and she can sit hack
and wait for some other city to excel
the charming hospitality of last
week's tournament. And no group
had a happier time of It all than those
from Atlanta. In the first place, our
fair city ha/1 such a representation
to previous tournaments We have
always had a clever sports contingent
present Mrs . Paine, Mrs Broyles,
Mrs. Robert Jones, Alexa Stirling and
so on—but this time the golfers were
reinforced by others who are not such
good players, hut are socially active
and interesting The Country Club
was the scene of much of the goiety,
of/course; and small luncheon par
ties every day were grouped there In
large numbers. Then every afternoon
and more especially every evening
was given over to social pleasures
One of the very best of these, say
many, u'as the moonlight picnic giv
en by the Edward Barrets, and "the
list of guests” sounded much like one
of our own. For instance, Mrs. Frank
Adair, Mrs. Thomas B. Paine. Mrs.
Edwin Johnson, Mrs. Albert Thorn
ton. Jr.. Mrs. Inman Sanders. Mrs.
John Sommerville and Mr. James H.
Nunnally.” The Atlanta contingent
contained several beauties as well as
prize golf players. Of course. Mrs.
Albert Thornton was much admired.
She was the guest of another beauty,
Mrs. Campbell Maben. and the tw'o
made a most alluring "picture” at the
club during the week's affairs. A
Birmingham paper noted the fact that
"Mrs. Thornton Is a remarkably
beautiful woman, with soft brown
hair and faultless peach-blow com
plexion."
Of course. Atlanta's sports record
was sustained by the splendid playing
of Alexa Stirling and Mrs. Tom
Paine. And I do think that Mrs.
Paine helped also to sustain our rec
ord for dancing.
• • •
S MOST Important arrival in the
city is Shorter Rankin, Jr.—
important not only to his father
*nd mother and grandmother and
uncles and aunts and cousins—but to
all of the many friends of the young
man’s klnspeople. Master Rankin Is
| the grandson of Mrs. Charles Gately
—her second grandson. I believe—and
he Is the only son of his mother, who
was formerly the lovely Margaret
Thomas. Speaking of babies, I won
der If the baby house party at the
Hoke Smith home In Washington
was ever excelled by an aggregation
of healthy, nice-looking, well-behav
ed youngsters. There are no prettier
‘kiddies” anywhere we know' than
the twin daughters of the Marion
Smiths. Mrs. Ronald Ransome's little
girl Is a winsome baby and Lucy
Hoke Smith's young son is simply
obliged to he a clever youngster.
The baby house party was planned,
I understand, for tha. benefit of Mrs.
Smith, who wished to have all her
grandchildren together In her home.
Of course, the parents of the "kid
dles’* were there too, hut for once
in their lives, they had to take a
back seat, lam sure.
• • •
W HEN Mrs. Thomas Heneage
arrived in Atlanta the other
afternoon at 5 o’clock, after
a long and tedious Journey from
Chicago, she was met at the train
by her hostess and whirled out to the
Driving Club, where she found her
self the honor guest of a teaparty,
if you please. Without having time
to powder her nose after arriving,
too, young Mrs. Heneage was as
charming as sould be, wearing a
smart little black and white checked
silk costume, a chic black talloret
hat adorned with an owl’s head and
around her neck, a white fox fur
piece. One could not imagine her
beino just in from a iony, long train
Journey and on hot days, at that! Mrs.
Heneage is an exceptionally clever
young woman—that’s the reason she
managed to loon like an honor guest
at a Driving Club teaparty, ten min-
I utes after ending a cross-the-con-
| tinent -Journey. And she Is always
I smartly costumed. At the various af-
I fairs of the week she has shown tljls
statement to he very true. Lots* of
us remember Mrs. Thomas Heneage
as Florence Cribhen, National Park
Seminary girl and "chum" of Res
ale Jones, whom she is now a-visit-
ing. and for whom half of this week’s
I parties are to he given.
• • •
| *T*HE couple were sitting side by
I side on the front porch swing as
dusk was falling on the night be-
j fore their wedding last week. Every-
j thing was ready for the fray—I mean
for the wedding—and things were se-
j rene and calm until presently came a
I small hoy on a bicycle with an enor-
| moui box In his arms, addressed to
I the bride-to-be When opened, this
box disclosed a bridal bouquet of or
chids and valley lilies and white rib
bons. Forthwith grave doubts arose
in the mind of the bridegroom. Was
she going to elope with another man
to-night? Was the bouquet a grim
reminder of broken vows from a dis
carded suitor? Were they both mis
taken about the date of the wedding
or—horrors!—was it really Saturday
night, and they sitting there thinking
it was Friday?
Consternation seized upon the
household for a time until communi
cation with the florist was established
and it was learned that his mistake
caused the bouquet s premature arri
val. So It was put on ice and kept
very nicely, thank you, until Saturday
night.
• • •
, T*HE latest in dinner decorations
| seems to be the sunken garden
effects. So far no Atlanta hostess
has attempted this unique style of
flower arrangement, though well do I
recall some of Mrs. John Little s ex
quisite Italian flower garden decora
tions. The sunken gardens are ar
ranged with a hank of flowers around
a deeper plateau, in which a minia
ture fountain spraying "real water"
over the flowery banks is usually
placed. Among the many gorgeous
parties of the past week in New York
for our friend Mary Duke, who is
soon to be allied to the Drexel-Blddle
clan, the same as her brother Angler,
was one adorned with a sunken gar
den. This particular "sunken gar
den” was bordered with white and
pink rhododendrons and lilac bushes—
think of it. In the center of "the gar
den,” arranged high among the flow
ers, was a great cage of wild birds, in
the cage. beside the frightened
songsters being golden trinkets for
each guest.
Another sunken garden dinner party
was that of 90 covers given the other,
evening by Judge and Mrs/ Elbert
Gary just before their departure for
California and Hawaii. This party
was in honor of Mr. and Mrs. Hearst,
and The New York Sun described the
tables as being adorned with circling
banks of violets, in shades of white
and purple around a sunken garden,
the whole entwined with small elec
tric lights.
• • •
P UZZLE: Find the girl.
I do ryyt myself know who she
is. for the narrator of this little
tale did not tell me the number of the
house on Myrtle street, wherein re
sides the popular young heroine of
this tale. Anyway, the neighbor
across the street came home Sunday
afternoon last from a motor ride with
friends, only to find her front door
locked and her husband and family
temporarily absconded. After looking
under the doormat and being unre
warded for her search, this neighbor
decided to sit down and wait for - said
key and family to arrive. Not having
much else to do, she commenced to
count the young men callers on the
girl across the way. When she had
oome to number 22, her husband ar
rived and unlocked the door.
Now, I have heard some girls say
lately that the young men were re
miss In their Sunday afternoon calls
of late. My advice to these girls Is:
Find the girl on Myrtle street upon
whom 22 young men called last Sun
day afternoon and get her recipe—if
you can!
• • •
N OW, if you are tired of bridge and
do not care to dance in the day
time; if golf is too strenuous for
you and tennis too fast; if you are not
"keen” for motoring and never-liked to
walk,—I can tell you of a wonderful
game which will keep you out In the
fresh air for an hour or so at the time,
which is mildly interesting and fur
nishes beneficial exercise without
strenuosity, which can be played in
your own hack yard with two or three
or a half-dozen friends. No, this is
not a new game, but an old one re
vived by a clever Atlanta woman of
late. Have you not heard of Mrs. John
Murphy’s croquet ground at Hill
Crest? From the enthusiastic ac
counts of those who have taken up
this game, which was once the sport
of kings and all fair ladies, nothing so
delightful for warm weather and la
dies not inclined to overexertion has
been played here in many a day like
unto the croquet games on Mrs. Mur
phy’s lawn.
Every morning, whilst the dew is
on the grass, they tell me that a group
of Mrs. Murphy’s friends enjoy this
new-old game with her. They roll the
little wooden balls about with more or
less skill until they are tired, then en
joy an hour on the breeze-swept porch
with "tinkiy," frosted glasses of deli
cious nectar in front of them, and so
find life complete.
”T know of nothing more satisfying
on these warms days,” said a frequent
guest at these informal croquet par
ties. "unless it be the job of parlor
maiding out at the Druid Hills Golf
Club!"
• • *
S PEAKING of brides and honey
moons, I hear that the entire
resident household of the Ponce
DeLeon apartments has been most
deeply interested in the proof of a
honeymoon which has lasted nine
years. It seems that a young couple
who live there recently celebrated
their ninth anniversary. To be sure,
many young couples celebrate the
ninth anniversary—generally with
giving a dinner to a group of friends,
so that they will not by any chance
be left alone to celebrate the event.
But this couple went about things
quite differently. In the first place.
Hubby was railed away on business
and simply could not be at home fbr
the occasion! Well, that in itself
would not be unusual, but Just you
wait until I get through with this
story.
On the morning of the fateful day
the door bell rang at 8 o’clock and
there stood a small boy with an enor
mous box of candy from the loving
husband to his lonely little wife. At
10 o’clock the door bell rang again
and another boy produced a gTeat
bouquet of flowers, from the same t<5
the same. At 12 o’clock sharp the
beautiful pearl necklace arrived—dit
to. At 2 o’clock came a loving tele
gram. and so on.
All day long the young wife took
these offerings—with Intervals of two
hours between—Just like a pill. And
the neighbors swallowed It whole I
mean by that, they watched with
lively appreciation these “perfectly
sweet" manifestations of a love that
has kept Its fervor for nine years.
Now, I’ll venture to say the ordinary
husbands around in the neighborhood
of the Ponce DeLeon are having a
terrible time, trying to live up to the
example set before them.
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