Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 214, Indianapolis, Marion County, 16 January 1935 — Page 7

JAN. 16, 1935.

‘First NR A Lady’ Leads Active Life Mrs. Donald Richberg Puts Husband, Daughter and Home First. PvNFA Srrrirm \l7 ASHINGTON, Jan. 16. —ln ’ ’ her own words, Mrs. Donald R. Richberg is “the busiest woman in Washington, without doing anything.'' She explains, with an infectious smile, that she is so keen about her husband, daughter, and home that she is “entirely satisfied to enjoy a vegetable life.” Besides playing chauffeur for the whole family, selecting her own lettuce and green peas and such at the market, and occasionally preparing them herself, this charming, vivacious, and most attractive wife of the national recovery administrator who is often called the “assistant president” digs and plants her own garden. Ls a regular attendant at a gym class, swims, plays golf, and sews most of 8-year-old Eloise s dresses. When there's nothing else to do she "knits and knits.” Mrs. Rirhberg, then Florence Weed, was born in Lansing, Mich., and spent a happy childhood with five brothers and sisters. Her father. Herbert Mores Weed, descended of English stock. Her mother's family was Dutch. That line of northern ancestors may account for Florence Weed Richbergs lovely gold-blond hair, blue eyes, and shining even teeth, but it couldn't account for her delicious sense of humor.

Trial Horse for Speeches Mrs. Richberg went to college • Florence to Olivet), but insists there is nothing unusual about her. "I'm so normal,” she says, “that my husband tries out all his speeches on me. He knows that if I can understand them, alrroot any one can.” She also keeps a clipping book of newspaper stories about him. As they con t subscribe to a clipping service, she must depend for out-of-town material on what her friends send to her, and is much amused when they fail to include the antagonistic pieces. She thinks they ought to know her better than that. Both the Richbergs share an active interest in sports. They met on a Chicago golf course and have been playing together ever since, though Mrs. Richberg insists that the only reason her husband plays with her is because she's available. Daughter Most Important To her father and mother, cunning. blond Eloise, with the Alice-in-Wonderland hair ribbon, is “the most important thing in the world.” On coming to Washington, the three Richbergs first took over the Bob La Follette house for three months, thinking fcheir stay here would be only temporary. Two sixmonth leases on another house found them more firmly settled here than ever. Now they are living in the suburbs, with a saucy black Scottie pup named Blackie, the cat, at the storybook corner of Shadow road and Sunset lane. The driveway winds up a little knoll to a lovely stone colonial house with white shutters, which, though rented furnished, has already taken on many of the gracious qualities of its mistress. The garden worries Mrs. Richberg. though. “The garden of our house in Chicago was the thing I really hated to leave,” she explains. “I don’t know what I'm going to do with this one. It's only a rock garden, and all in the shade.” Likes People But Not Crowds A gracious, charming hostess with a gift for making her guests comfortable and happy, she "likes peple. but not crowds,” and loves entertaining friends. But she is very thankful that her husband's office is too new to have gathered to itself a long round of formal social responsibilities. She thinks the informal Washington habit, picked up from the President, of calling every one by his first name, is grand. “Last year, when we knew almost no one who called me anything but ‘Mrs. Richberg,’ was pretty deadly.” But now that several Chicago friends have come to Washington, and they have made many new.’ ones to whom she is Florence, “mostly because they call my husband Don." she wouldn't mind settling down in Washington for the rest of her life. Officers Rc-Elcctcd All officers of the Seventh Ward Woman's Democratic Club were reelected at the regular meeting Monday at the home of Mrs. George Connolly. 21 W. 20-th-st. They include Mrs. Badger Williamson, president; Mrs. Agnes Coleman Keene, secretary: Mrs. Mary Yergen, vice president; Mrs. Brooke Clawson, corresponding secretary; Mrs. John W. Cain, treasurer, and Mrs. John Donnelly, program chairman.

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Copyright 1*27, by W. Scott Grove, Scranton, Pa. htiU Ptuft ieoor requires practice in the study of music. The key of C is the natural key. It requires no sharps or flats to make the simple chorda and in thus lesson, the fifth of the series, the chart shows how to play accompaniments in the key of C. INSTRUCTION—FIace chart upon the keyboard of piano or organ so that the small white latter D with a dash above it, at the bottom of the chart, is directly over the key D on the keyboard. The white and black spaces will then correspond to the white and black keys. Each of the three horizontal series of letters represents

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Mrs. Florence Richberg likes such homely dishes as baked spareribs . . . and knows how to make a good job of preparing them.

Contract Bridge

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Solution to Previous Contract Problem BY W. E. MKENNEY Secretary American Bridge League \ NEW name was enrolled among nationally famous women bridge players, in the recent national championship tournament of the American Bridge League—that of Mrs. Albert Rockwell. She and

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Pledges of Delta Gamma sorority will entertain with a bridge party at 2 Saturday at SearsRoebuck auditorium. Miss Mary Jane Laatz is chairman of tickets, with Miss Margaret Rohr, general chairman, and Miss Mary Slupesky. chairman of the candy committee.

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her partner, Mrs. Gail Hamilton, both of Warren, Pa., teamed up with Mrs. A. C. Hoffmeier and Mrs. Anne Rosenfeld, Cleveland, and won the national women’s team-of-four championship. This event added two new names to the masters’ list, Mrs. Rockwell's and Mrs. Hamilton’s, as they won two points each for their victory and each had previously a point to her credit, as they were runners-up in the 1934 Pennsylvania state championship event. Mrs. Rockwell also had the honor of being elected vice president of the Women's auxiliary of the American Biidso League. I asked Mrs. Rockwell: “What is a woman’s favorite play?” and her quick, facetious comeback was. "Why, the squeeze play, naturally.” a tt a HERE's a snappy play made by Mrs. Rockwell during the tournament. When the jack of diamonds was opened, she won it in dummy with the queen and immediately cashed four rounds of trumps. West discarded two spades and a diamond and dummy let go a club. Mrs. Rockwell, at this point, made a very cute play—she led a small club away from her ace, which West won with the ten spot. If, at this time, West had returned a club, the contract would have been held to five odd. But, when West, returned the ten of diamonds, Mrs. Rockwell won with the ace. cashed the king of spades, and then led the four of trump. West was forced to discard a club. It was immaterial what East discarded. Now Mrs. Rockwell played the six of diamonds and West was squeezed. To discard a spade would leave two good spades in dummy, while the discard of a club would establish all Mrs. Rockwell’s club tricks, thereby giving her six odd and top score on the board. (Copyright. 1935. NEA Service. Inc.)

a chord. Beginning with the upper row, play the white letter with the left hand and riay the three black letters with the right hand, making the first chord Then, in the same way. play the notes indicated in the second horizontal series, then those in the third and back to the first, forming a complement of chords in C Major. The first things necessary to become a good player are patience and practice. During the time before the next lesson the chord/; shown should be played over and ovbr again until you memorize it and can play it without the chart. Memorize the letters also, Sou will find that before long you will be able to play simple sccotn-

THE INDIANAPOLIS TIMES

Parties for Bride-to-Be Announced Eunice Mae Howell to Wed Feb. 10 in Church Rite. Invitations have been issued for the wedding of Miss Eunice Mae Howell and G. Wiliiam Raffensperger at 2:30 Sunday, Feb. 10, in Broadway M. E. Church. A reception will be held immediately following the ceremony at the home of the parents of the bridegroom-to-be, Mr. and Mrs: Hiram J. Raffensperger. Mrs. D. W. Mussman of near Southport will entertain Tuesday, Jan. 22, with a miscellaneous shower in honor of her niece. Miss*Howell, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Charles D. Howell. On Friday, Jan. 25, Mrs. M. M. Conn will be hostess for a miscellaneous shower in honor of Miss Howell. Miss Viriginia Holt, who will be a bridesmayl in the wedding, will entertain with a kitchen shower on Jan. 31, and Miss Waneta Graves, another bridesmaid, will be hostess at a crystal shower on Feb. 4. Mr. and Mrs. Howell will give the bridal dinner on Feb. 9.

CLUB CELEBRATES NINTH BIRTHDAY

In celebration of its ninth anniversary, Multum in Parvo Literary Club held a program yesterday at the home of Mrs. Carl H. Irgang, honoring the founder, Mrs. Emil H. Soufflot. Mrs. Adolf Wagner, who opened the meeting, introduced the officers and Mrs. Irrgang presented Mrs. Sufflot. The birthday cake was mounted on a plateau of plumosa ferns and roses. Mrs. Wagner poured. Roses were given as favors. Mrs. Ernest W. Fullenwider arranged the afternoon program, at which Mrs. Charles M. Martin was guest artist. Mrs. Martin sang French songs, acompanied by Mrs. Clifford Dunthy. Mrs. Horace G. Casady talked on the War Department; Mrs. A. Glen Marquis, Navy Department, and Mrs. Frank E. Weimer led the discussion. Other musical numbers were “The Little Old Garden” and “Just for Today,” sung by Mrs. Basil E. Vaught; saxaphone numbers played by James Stone, accompanied by his mother, Mrs. Orval E. Stone, and songs, “For a Dream's Sake” and •‘The Piper of Love,” sung by Mrs. Daniel E. Gruber, accompanied by Mrs. C. H. Eberhard. Mrs. Austin J. Kassler conducted a candle lighting service and gave a history of the club. CLUB FEDERATION CHORUS ORGANIZED Following organization of the Seventh District Federation of Clubs chorus Monday at the Severin, Mrs. R. H. Cradick was elected president. Mrs. M. D. Didway, music chairman of the district, organized the chorus to be composed of thirty voices, directed by E. L. Emery. Other officers are Mrs. Edna Sharp, vice president; Mrs. W. D. Keenan, secretary, and Mrs. Everett Ryan, treasurer. Mrs. Didway will be assisted by Mrs. J. M. Smith. Chi Beta Kappa Sorority will meet at 8 tonight with Miss Ruth Williams, 473 N. Walcott-st. Mrs. Cecil Standiford will assist the hostess.

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| CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN THERE had been consternation among the tenants at Peter's Florida grove when Ann arrived from the nearest railroad station—alone. “When’s Mr. Peter cornin’?” Lena asked. "Not for some time,” Ann told her. “I haven't been well and only I came here to rest for a few weeks. After a while, when*l'm stronger, I'm going—” her voice faltered, "goi ing away.” | “Something's wrong,” Lena said | dubiously to Sam. "It don't seem natural, her traipsin’ way down here without him.” “It ain’t,” Sam agreed. “I thought things were kind of queer sometimes when they was here. Seems like they thought an awful lot of each other, but were kinda oneasy about showin’ it.” Lena knew her “spicions” were correct when Ann called to her one morning. When Lena came out on the porch, Ann asked, “Does Sam ever write to Mr. Peter?” "Yes, Miss Ann. When things don't go so good, and when they does.” “Please ask him not to write for several weeks—until I leave. Or. if he does, ask him not to mention that I am here.” “It breaks your heart to see her sittin’ there so pale-like and unhappy,” Lena said to Sam. “Mark my words, they’ve been fightin’ about something and he's too onery to give in.” “It ain’t likely Mr. Peter would be onery,” Sam said loyally. “It ain’t as likely Miss Ann- would be. I wish,” Sarah said sentimentally, “they would stop this foolishness and make up. Wastin’ a lot of time being miserable when they could be happy. That's what they’re doin’.” The trouble between Miss Ann and Mr. Peter was discussed freely at Sam's home. And Marie's sister Corita, who had been brought to assist about the house and sleep there at night, had more tales which added to the general uneasiness. / Corita told of hearing Ann sobbing at night. “If he don’t come soon, maybe she not be here,” Corita .said in her quaint foreign speech. “Why?” Juan queried. “Because she's very sick.” Juan brooded over that. Ann had completely won his heart. He iollowed her about, his big, dark eves fixed upon her adoringly. All of his tricks had failed to divert her. He had plunged into the lake, making alligator trails. He had told Ann about the Seminoles who had lived here once, making arrowheads from the flint at the bottom of the lake. He showed her the new mocking bird's nest in the trellis, and pointed out another nest in the tree near her room. But he was not satisfied with the pale little smile Ann gave him. So one night he painstakingly, laboriously, constructed a message to Peter. Lena found him hard at his task and after a quick glance around to see that Sam was not about had whispered, “Now, 'why didn’t I think of that! Here, child, let me have that card. I’ll out the address on myself.”

THERE was something Peter had to do. A telephone call he must make. And then he would write the end to that particular chapter forever. A telephone call to Valeria. Earlier in the day he had been looking through some old checks and had come upon the one he had given Valeria. He had noticed it particularly because it revealed it had been cashed on a day that stood out in his memory—the day Ann had left him. Remembering that, he wondered why Valeria had kept the check so long. Suddenly he was startled by the thought that it might have some significance. Sarah had said, “Is there anything you could have done that Ann might have misunderstood?” He had groped about in his mind, but had found nothing. But Ann might have misunderstood about this check if she had heard about it. It was a silly thought, but there it was. And there the thing was—the whole terrible, selfish plot that had taken such a toll of happinessafter a talk with Anne’s nurse had thrown light on his theory. Miss Brock, asked if there were anything specific in connection with her distrust of Miss Bennett that, day, had answered, “I should have told you at first, but I thought you might think I was spying. Miss Bennett went back to the room and said she had left something. I saw your wife hand her a letter—a slip of paper it might have been. Then I went back to the kitchen. When I saw Mrs. Kendall again she had some kind of nervous reaction.” Peter got in his big gray car and headed for Valeria's apartment, j Somebody called out to him as he spun around the corner, "Say, young fellow, you're in a hurry to go to the police station, aren’t you?”

I But all his mad haste to tell VaI leria what he thought of her meant | nothing, after all. Valeria was out. So now here was Peter, at home preparing to call her over the telephone. Her voice answered, smoldering with resentment. “Well, Peter, are you tight or something—calling me after so long?” Peter said coldly, “I wanted to ask you why you waited so long to cash my check.” “I—l found I didn't need the money in such a hurry after all.” “But the check served another purpose, didn't it?” Valeria was not where she could roll big, injured blue eyes to advantage. She said slowly, “I don't know what you’re talking about.” Peter found his anger had given way to intense disgust and weariness. He said, “It doesn't matter. The harm has been done. Besides I've found out what I wanted to know.” The receiver clicked in his ear. ass PETER sat down and gave himself up to his unhappy, brooding thoughts. Until recently Ann had been here in the city. Now she was really lost to him. The detectives had reported the trail had been lost. They had come up against a blank wall when they learned 10 days ago she had left town. The afternoon mail was stacked on a silver tray. Peter crossed the room and glanced through it indifferently. A Florida postcard was in the pile. He turned it over and then held it under the light. His hand shook. “Mister Peter, plees come quick. Miss An sick.” Little Juan. Bless him! Suddenly Peter's feeling of wild exultation was succeeded by a terrible fear. Ann was in their little Florida home, sick. And there were 1000 miles between them. 000 THE little Florida home was wrapped in silence but Ann was awake. A few hours ago Corita, looking like a dark rose in her red silk dress, had gone to a dance. Ann, seeing the eagerness in Corita’s eyes, had said. “Os course I’ll be all right. I’ll lock everything up tight. Don’t forget the front door key.” But she gave up reading after a while and got into bed. She might have dozed, but in a moment was wide awake. A car had .come on the grounds. It was early for Corita to be getting back. Ann slipped on a silk robe and went to the window. A tall figure, a man’s figure, was outlined for a moment in the moonlight. And then was gone. Ann’s heart seemed to stand still. “Hello there!” It was a man’s voice. Just below her window. She was dreaming. Peter was far away—yet it was Peter’s voice. Dreaming or not, Ann /Stumbled across the room, turning the key with weak fingers. Down the stair, into the dark hall. Not waiting to turn on the light, she flung the door wide and reached out for Peter, blindly.

SHE was crushed against him, feeling his kisses on her eyes, her lips, her hair. Fierce, tender, demanding kisses. His kisses seemed real. Yet she must be dreaming. She had missed him so, had believed he had passed out of her life. Yet here he was, his deep voice with its new, strange, tender quality, reassuring her. His arms holding her close. “You knew I was here?” “Now that you mention it, I do believe I had some faint idea of looking you up.” His voice, fearfully shaken, belied the teasing words. “Ann, you’ve been ill!” “Oh, Peter, Peter darling, I’m well now.” “Little idiot,” Peter whispered hoarsely. “Running away from me, keeping me in hell.” “And me, too,” Ann said. “What made you do it? Tell me, Ann?” “Not now,” Ann said. “Kiss me again, Peter.” Peter kissed her. Kept on kissing her. And then, because they were young and very deeply in love, old sorrows, unhappy memories were forgotten. The grating of brakes on the drive. “It’s Corita, coming back from the dance,” Ann explained. Peter gathered Ann in his arms and carried her up the stairs. “Won’t Corita be surprised when I tell her we'll want breakfast for two,” Ann said. CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT IT was just a year later. Mrs. Kendall, Millicent and Carol were waiting at Ann’s home, waiting for Ann to come back from the hospital. Ann and Peter and their 3-weeks'-old son. “Here they are now,” Carol said, from the window.

paniraeots in this key to any melodies you or yowr friends may dug. If you wish to go further in studying, learn the fingering of the scales shown on the staff in each chart; upper notes played with right hand, lower with left hand. Every triad in black letter is marked 3,3, 5. Always read it so, no matter in what vertical order the notes may be written. Note that the small letter D with a dash above it must not be played. NEXT LESSON—KeIt of A minor which it the rOmttee of hep of C Major.

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And here they were. Ann, being lifted by two stalwart attendants. A nurse in crisp white following, Peter, carrying his first-born carefully, marching proudly. Soon they were all crowding about Ann's bed. “Hello everybody,” Ann said. “It! was sweet of you to be here for j Peter Ill’s home-coming.” Millicent said, “You couldn’t have kept us away. Look at this youngster, Peter! He's holding hands already.” A tiny hand had curled around her finger. “What a man. what a man!” mocked Carol. But her eyes were soft. Peter was sitting by Ann's bed, his eyes never leaving her for very long. The last three weeks had been hard on Peter. Every one talked about how splendidly Ann had gotten along. But it had been a period of fearful suspense for Peter. “You would think Ann is the only woman in the world who ever had a baby,” Millicent had said. “Tearing up to the hospital every few hours, worrying the doctors and nurses to death. And perfectly incredulous when they said Ann could come home! And scared!” Ann had known how scared Peter was. “I'm going to be all right, darling,” she had whispered as Peter stood, watching anxiously, while she was being lifted to the stretcher. In the ambulance later she had said, “I’ll be up in another week. And soon after that we’ll drive out to Kendallwood and show off young Peter.” Then a slight shadow, had crossed her face. Everybody in Kendallwood wanting to see the baby—except the owner of Kendallwood. Mrs. Kendall had long since become reconciled to Peter’s marriage, had even grown fond of Ann. But during the 12 months Peter’s grandfather stubbornly refused to see “the girl who had hopped up and married Peter and hopped away from him almost as quickly,” as he phrased it. Ann couldn’t be perfectly happy, with Peter's grandfather feeling as he did. “He doesn’t feel any way at all,” Peter told her. “It’s that darned hard head of his. He always has hated to ackftowledge he’s been wrong.” “Couldn't you try once more—?” Ann had asked today. “No,” Peter said hotly. “If he doesn’t care any more about his first great-grandson, let him stay away!” Ann had worried about Peter’s attitude.

A T first, confident that his grandfather would relent, J’eter had visited him regularly, as before. But as the months went by and his vehement protests against his grandfather’s treatment of Ann left the old man unmoved, Peter’s attitude changed. He was becoming bitter, Ann could see. She couldn’t bear it— Peter feeling that way toward his grandfather, his face darkening when his grandfather’s name was mentioned. When the new home was being built Peter had gone out to bring his grandfather to see it—but had come back alone. On the day the baby was born Peter had gone out again for his grandfather. “Ann named him Peter —for both of us,” he said. “She says she hopes there’ll be a Peter Kendall for every generation.” “Very interesting.” said the old man dryly. “No, Peter, I won’t go back with you. I’m an old man now —too old to change my mind.” “Very well, sir,” Peter had answered. And had left without another word. Peter had not asked his grandfather to come today. There had been an ominous set to his jaw when Ann mentioned it. “I’ll be darned if I will.” He bent down swiftly to kiss her and she smiled at him. When she smiled her brown eyes lighted as though a little flame were burning within her heart. Such a warm, human, understanding smile. If it had been any one but Ann his grandfather had hurt, it would not be so hard to forgive him. Mrs. Kendall was holding the baby. Her usually smooth hair was slightly disheveled, her face was flushed. She looked almost motherly, Ann thought. “It doesn’t take me long to get my hand in with children,” Mrs. Kendall was saying proudly to Millicent. “I think I’ll come over tomorrow morning and see how that nurse bathes him. I’ve forgotten j more than these new-fashioned ; nurses will ever know about babies.” \ “Come on, mother, before you undo all the good work that has been done training this infant,” Milli-; cent said. “It’s time Ann was getting a little rest.” ITo Be Concluded)

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Health League Meeting to Be Held on Jan. 30 Because of the Junior League presentation of Will Rogers Friday night at the Armory, the Maternal Health League meeting scheduled for the same night has been postponed until Wednesday, Jan. 30. Mrs. Lee Burns, president, will preside at a business meeting of the league to be held at 7:30 in All Souls Unitarian Church. The general meeting, open to guests, will be at 8. Mrs. Perry O'Neal, member of the board, has gone to Chicago to attend the national meeting of the Birth Control League of America. The two-day conference is the first to be hold by the league in the middle West.

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