Indianapolis Times, Volume 47, Number 234, Indianapolis, Marion County, 9 December 1935 — Page 9

DEC. 9, 1935_

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BEGIN HERE TODAY After the rt-ath fit her pren**. lovely Dana We.'tbrook. the child ol her mother a rerond marriage, comes to America to live with her grardmother. Mrs. Willard Cameron. Mr* Cameron decides to introduce Dana to joct-tv with a party, hoping rich Ronald Moore will become seriously interested. Dana, meanwhile, has met and become attracted to young Dr. Scott Stanley. Nanev who masks her love for Ronald behind an antagonistic attitude, dresses happily frr the party. Her happlress fades when she sees Dana, radiant 'and beautiful, in a twin frock. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER EIGHT THE two girls faced each other. Dana said, ‘Oh, Nancy, I've never seen you look so sweet!” Nancy, still standing in the doorway, hesitated. Then she said brusquely, "Cut the compliments. I suppose you haven't looked at yourself?” "Do you like me, Nancy?” The question was anxious. Tne other girl's eyes narrowed appraisingly, taking In Dana’s beauty. Yes, grandmother had done a darn good Job. If knocking Ronnie Moore cold with beauty would win a proposal from him, the trick was done. "Well, what do you think?” Nancy asked, avoiding a direct answer to her sister’s question. "It’s a nice dress all right—on you.” "Yours is exactly like it.” "Oh, I know. I'm not complaining about the dress. If It had another sere and figure inside it, the dress wju’d probably make a hit.” Nancy’s voice was dry and mechanical. but Dana guessed this was only a disguise for emotion. "You're being silly,” she said. “If yo . "mly know how you really look!” "How do I look?” Nancy asked. Dana th ught, “She’s isn’t exactly pretty, but there’s something awfully attractive about her. Something exciting. It’s as though you were looking at a volcano, about to explode. No, you couldn’t possibly overlook Nancy in a crowd.” Aloud, Dana said, ‘‘You look like a charming elf that has been tangled up in a cloud and then come floating down to earth.” “Your fairy-tale lore is a little mixed,” Nancy told her. “Elves don’t inhabit clouds. They are, or were supposed to be, very earthly people, and I don’t recall they had any special charm or good looks. But you look like the beautiful fairy who appears on occasions to dazzle folks.” 0 a a SHE turned then, and was gone. Dana, alone, felt bewildered and trouble,l. Perhaps what she had said had been unfortunate. The wrong thing. “But, we’re two grown girls,” Dana told herself. “Not children. And we’re both nice enough looking. Who cares about looks anyway, as long as you can dance and swim and have some fairly bright ideas circulating in your head?” Why had Nancy started all this foolishness, anyway, when the musicians downstars were beginning to play a foxtrot? And it was time for both of them to go down. With grandmother such a stickler for etiquet, it would be dreadful to have guests arrive before they were ready to receive them. Dana was sure it was going to be a lovely party. The cakes Hattie Washington had been molding so cleverly all afternoon -were beautiful with their fluted edges and dainty flower decorations. At night, with the crystal chandeliers blazing down, most of the drabness of the big reception room was concealed, and the shining surfaces of fine old furniture were revealed. The worn rugs had been removed for dancing and flowers from the garden had been brought in abundantly, dding color. In Dana’s mind th*. had just one flaw. She had hopped to invite the attractive young doctor to this party, but her grandmother had turned thumbs down on the suggestion—so vehemently Dana had been surprised. “Scott Stanley’s been away so long he’s almost a stranger here,” Mrs. Cameron had said. “He has a long way to go if he’s going to amount to anything as a doctor. Besides, I can’t invite every Tom, Dick and Harry in this town.” That had been that. Still it was going be a lovely party— Dana touched the orchids on her shoulder caressingly. Her first orchids. It was thrilling to be wearing them. She thought of Ronnie with a little glow at her heart. 000 DANA, whirling from the arms of one partner to another, felt she was moving in a dream. This was not Paris, where the social life of her school friends had been supervised so rigidly. Nor was It like those parties, tinged by Bohemianism. in which her father had participated occasionally after her mother’s death—parties from which Dana had been caref"lly excluded. Everything here wks bright, cheerful. colorful and informal. Girls and boys of Dana’s own age. laughing, talking, aln. >st drowning out the band's playing at times. They were all the "right young people,” her grandmother had made plain. They all “belonged.” Their fathers, or uncles or cousins had memberships in the Country Club. Moving about as she had in her childhood, always living in different houses, Dana had given little thought to such things as clubs. Here in this southern city, they evidently counted for a great deal. Grandmother had said: “Ronnie’s only 24. But he has his own membership in the Country Club. He is a member of ‘The Maskers,’ and if you play your cards right that will mean another big party for you. He belongs to the College Club, too, and a smart dinner group.” It was funny for grandmother to be so interested in the social activities of another generation, but there wasn’t a thing that was social that she missed. Evidently Dana was playing her cards right. Whenever she whirled into the south room where Mrs. Camerson sat surrounded by contemporaries Dana met her grandmother’s pleased smile. “The girl can't get two steps that Ronnie Moore doesn't cut in,” whispered one dowager, whose eyes were acid as they rested on Dana. “There's something about foreign girls, especially French girls, that men can’t resist. What chances have our daughters who aren’t trained in all those foreign tricks? ’ “I guess she has him hooked.” whispered another mother. “But if she hasn’t, she’ll find out she owes all this popularity to him. If he dreps her. let her look out!” Ronnie was pleading with Dana. “I can’t talk to you at all. I get half way through a sentence and Rome body taps me on the shoulder. It would take hours lor me to tell

you all I really want to say. Gh, Dana, how beautiful you are!” He held her closer. “Will you dance to the door with me and then step out on that side porch for a breath of air?” “Should I?" Dana asked. “It’s a good old American custom,” Ronnie said. “Then all right,” Dana agreed, impulsively. The porch was cold, dim, vineshaded. “Perfect,” Ronnie said softly. Dana laughed. “Almost perfect. I know It doesn’t sound romantic. Ronnie, but I’m frightfully thirsty." “Just as romantic as can be,” Ronnie said. "Remember what old Omar, the poet, said about a loaf of bread, a jug of wine and a girl singing in the wilderness? Well, I’ll get the wine or rather punch. Here are the vines which must do for the wilderness. And thou!" “I can’t sing, though,” objected the practical Dana. She watched him, silhouetted in the light for a moment before the door closed behind him. Ronnie was awfully nice awfully good looking and of course, awfully rich. He was probably an awful flirt, too, like the young doctor who had said such flattering things. It was just an old Southern custom, saying things to please people, and then forgetting you had said them. Like Dr. Scott Stanley, who had boasted he'd come to her party, invited or not. 000 ALOW whistle started the girl. It was followed by a second louder whistle. Dana got to her feet and stepped from behind the concealing vines. Standing near the old fountain was a tall figure. How could Ronnie have reached the garden. But, of course, it wasn’t Ronnie. It was that outrageous young doctor! Laughing softly, Dana picked up her long skirt and ran down the steps into the garden. “Good gal,” Scott said, crushing her hands in his. He stared down into Dana’s laughing, eager face. Only a short while ago Ronnie had said, “How beautiful you are.” Somehow 7, to Dana, this hadn’t the same sound. “I’m awfully sorry about the invitation,” she told him. “I didn’t need an invitation to jump a wall.” Scott laughed. “I don’t know what they might think of me. What if my grandmother—?” “And Ronnie!” Scott prompted. “It wasn’t very nice to run off and leave him.” Dana argued. “Not very nice, but necessary,” Scott rejoined. “You must have known that if you hadn't I’d have come after you. I’ve been here nearly an hour, wondering how I was to manage it. Then you and Ronnie came out on the porch and he very obligingly disappeared.” “But he only went for a moment,” Dana said. "He’ll be back. There he is now.” “Let's duck,” Scott whispered. Dana found herself clinging to his hand, running with him. At the end of the garden, the brick walk was illumined with moonlight, but a tree threw an old bench in shadow. “I haven’t the slightest idea why I came,” Dana said. “I have,” Scott answered. “I brought you! I had to make up my mind about you.” (To Be Continued)

Subtle Makeup Demands Care With Coiffure BY ALICIA HART This morning's mail proves that thoughts of the holiday season are causing special interest in makeup and new cosmetic tricks. Generally speaking, in spring, summer and fall, most women care mainly about diet, skin and hair health problems. Now, however, they want to know 7 new ways to glorify and dramatize themselves for holiday parties. “I have long, blond, straight hair,” writes one girl. “I don't want to cut or curl it, but, in the evening, I don’t want to smooth it back and wear it in a bun as I have been doing. What could I do with it?” Here’s Suggestion Why not try a halo roll effect? This type of hairdress is extremely flattering to blonds and the roll is newer than a halo braid. Simply part your hair in the middle, comb all of it subtly backward from your face and upward from your neck, roll each side and wrap the rolls around your head, turning ends under at the front and pinning them securely with invisible pins. If you like, you can tuck a flower or a small jewel into the roll just above one ear. “I want to achieve that frank, freshly scrubbed, schoolgirl look,” writes another. “I know* what to do w 7 ith my makeup, but what about my long bob?” Well, you might have your hair combed backward from your face and waved softly. Let your ears and forehead show. For evening, pin the long ends into a soft chignon on top of your head. Remember, all of you. that subtle makeup calls for a coiffure that is arranged right on the head and not on cheekbones or nape of the neck. Mr. and Mrs. William L. Schloss sailed on a honeymoon trip from New York Saturday to Los Angeles.

Daily Recipe COCOA-MOCHA FROSTING 1-1* cup sweetened.condensed milk 1 1-2 tablespoons strong black coffee 1 teaspoon vanilla 2 1-ls cups confectioner’s (4X) sugar 2 teaspoons cocoa Blend sweetened condensed milk, strong black coffee and vanilla. Add confectioner’s sugar and cocoa, which have been sifted together. Blend thoroughly and spread on cold cake or cookies. Makes enough frosting to cover about two dozen cookies.

BY MARIAN YOUNG NEW YORK, Dec. 9.—Padded cuff rolls to match similar ones on bags and shoes, trimmings of gold kid, Renaissance ornaments, kidskin which will wash, intricate stitching and shorter lengths for street and evening are some of the new details you should look for when you start out to buy gloves for Christmas.

Always a welcojne gift, this season’s models will be doubly wel- , come. They come in luscious shades as well as black, brown, navy and white, of course, and, so individual are they, that you can pick them to suit exactly the personality of the woman on your Christmas list. For a gay young thing who has a green dress or suit, consider rust colored suedes with crinoline cuffs that she can twist and shape to suit yourself. The sperts-minded woman will love tailored pigskins with shirred gores, held together with chromium ornaments. Any girl will like the new wrist-length puli-ons for evening. 000 IF you know a fortunate being who expects to spend a winter vacation at a warm southern resort, some of the new gloves in Palm Beach departments certainly will thrill her. Evening models of sheer gold threads and daytime suedes with colored leather palms are new and unusual. One especially handsome pair of white, washable doeskins have red leather palms. A really de luxe gift might include gloves with a bag to match, and the set shown at the left above is shining example of how cleverly bags and gloves can be matched. Both are made of brown kid (the gloves can be washed) and are stitched in beige. Below them are two separate bags—a squarish model in the new fieldstone leather and a triangular shaped suede with large monogram. 000 THE figure in the sketch at the i right wears rather short evening gloves of white kid with gold piping and crinoline trimming in spiral motif. In the panel, from top to bottom, are afternoon gloves of white Kid, trimmed with gold hooks, elbow-length ones of white kid with gold kid lining in the cuffs, brown glace pull-ons with padded roll trimming and black pigskins with chromium ornaments. The glace pull-ons, incidentally, were chosen by a glove jury of prominent society leaders as being absolutely correct for the street this year. GROUP ARRANGES PARTY, FOOD SALE St. Joan of Arc Woman's Club is to entertain with a bridge and bingo party and food sale at 2 and 8 Wednesday. Mrs. G. J. Bramwood and Mrs. Mary J. Crawford are to be in charge. They are to be assisted by Mesdames Frances Ohleyer, Charles McCoy, George Rice, M. G. Gardenich, Fred Bftis, Fred Fox, Chester Taylor, Joseph Liekum, Lewis Ostermeyer, J. P. Borchert, Paul Whitemore, J. L. Kasper, Allen Moorhead, Jack Carr, George Miehaus, Dan Moran, Celia Vogelsang, W. D. Kiber, John Kelly, G. Sellmeyer, Melvin Schisla, T. E. O'Connor, Kathryn Engle, J. J. Cole, J. E. Perry, J. F. Manion, E. Overmire, M. Ford. C. J. Herth, F. Auckley, Joseph Spaulding, E. J. Kearns, J. L. Hawkins, J. W. Knue and E. P. Aikin. When the Santa Elean sailed from New York Saturday on a cruise to Los Angeles, Mr. and Mrs. A. Kiefer Mayer and daughter, Betty, were aboard.

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Cuffs Important on New Gloves

MRS. LUGAR GIVES BRIDGE PARTY, TEA Miniature Christmas scene centered the serving table at a bridge party and tea given by Mrs. Marvin Lugar Saturday afternoon for Mrs. Austin Bruce. Mrs. Bruce formerly was Miss Jane Ogborne. Out-of-town guests were Mrs. Paul Morton, Lebanon; Miss Evelyn Sew r ard, Columbus, and Mrs. W. E. Kennery, Charleston, W. Va. Others attending the party were Mesdames Laura Osborn, Thomas L. Green, George Q. Bruce, How r ard Crouse, Horace Storer, Harry Gresham Jones, Howard Fieber, Harold Mercer, Herbert Todd, W. Clark Roggie; Misses Betty Lee, Bertha Corya, Virginia Hampton, Charlotte Bruce, Katherine Bowlby and Dorcas Rock.

Irvington Union of Clubs Is to Sponsor Art Exhibit This Week

Irvington Union of Clubs’ annual contribution to the cultural life of Irvington is its art exhibit. Asa tribute' to the late William Forsyth, who was dean of the exhibit, a collection of his paintings is to be on display at this year’s showing with those of Clifton Wheeler, Frederick Polley, Charles Yeager, Robert Selby, Simon Baus, Paul Baus, Robert Craig, Robert Kaiser, Mrs. Hilah Wheeler, Misses Constance Forsyth, Martha Lee Frost, Dorothy Morlan and Helene Hibben. Tonight Miss Frost, Butler University of Education faculty member and a sculptor, is to model someone chosen from the audience. Mr. and Mrs. Walter Ward and Mr. and Mrs. Fred Stilz are to be hosts and are to be assisted by Messrs, and Mesdames M. D. Lupton, Bertram Day, H. L. Scott, Luther J. Shirley, Robert R. Hamilton, C. T. Gough, C. Earl Byrkett, William A. Smith, Frank T. Brown and Dr. and Mrs. B. J. Terrell and Mrs. Frances Dobbs. Mayor to Speak Mayor Kern is to speak tomorrow night. This program is to be in charge of Dr. and Mrs. Silas J. Carr and Mr. and Mrs. Ernest Ropkey. Their assistants are to be Messrs, and Mesdames Frank S. C. Wicks, J. E. Hankins, Austin V. Clifford, F. Noble Ropkey, Egbert S. Hildreth, F. S. Bowlby, G. C. Bosley, Amos W. Butler, Frank S. Chiles, Mr. G. K. Jeffries and Miss Lorene Jeffries. A reception is to be given Wednesday in honor of Brown County Editors Agree Oyster Stew Is Good Dish Early results of a nation-wide poll by the Oyster Institute of North America reveal that food editors of many newspapers and magazines agree that oyster stew is one of the finest dishes of the winter season. But the food writers differed widely on the proper method of making it and what seasonings to use. The food editors’ verdict was sought because of the growing dependence of housewives on the editors of their favorite publications, newspapers and magazines. Reporting editors represented all types of publications in all sections of the country’. But first returns, with the editors agreeing on only one major point, prevented any major conclusion about the oyster stew appealing to the average taste. Unanimous on One Point The food writers w’ere unanimus in the opinion that oysters should be cooked only until the edges “curl or frill.” On every other point but one, a minor issue, the divergence was extreme and often vehement. Many of the food experts, moreover, suggested novel seasonings that they believed had individual or sectional appeal. Indian curry, even, was recommended. Seasoning the stew disclosed the widest difference. The moot question of boiling milk was answered with a substantial majority opposed. But the minority, insisted strongly that boiling heightened the flavor and made the stew more like “the one that mother used to make.” Cook books of earlier generations were quoted to support their stand. Mrs. Marjorie Roemler Kinnaird is visiting at the Vstesar Club, located in the New Weston, in New York.

• i / Sti | i . ' Rush Fete Held ' ?irst of a series of holiday rush | i rties was held yesterday by Theta \ lta Chi Sorority at the home of t ss Jean Stickney. Miss Gertrude Ay | rtman, rush captain, and Miss f /> If : Jt. |% %, t elma Foster assisted the hostess. < JskllmGWy l e program was presented by / Jr &€, \ sses Eileen Davis, Gloria Metsler .o J|‘ ! and Lucille Davis. wS9w

Rush Fete Held First of a series of holiday rush parties was held yesterday by Theta Delta Chi Sorority at the home of Miss Jean Stickney. Miss Gertrude Hartman, rush captain, and Miss Thelma Foster assisted the hostess. The program was presented by Misses Eileen Davis, Gloria Metsler and Lucille Davis.

artists who are to be guests. Mr. and Mrs. James Todd are to be in charge of the reception. Those to assist are Mesdames Arthur E. Shultz, Frances Dobbs, Bernard Korbly and J. Willard Bolte. A lecture on American are is to be given Thursday by Mrs. Demarchus C. Brown. Hosts are to be Messrs, and Mesdames Tom S. Elrod, Victor R. Jose, J. Willard Bolte, Charles A. Harris, Harry Jordan, Bertram Day and Dr. and Mrs. John K. Kingsbury. Talk Scheduled Walter Heitkam is to speak on “A Message From an Irvington Man” Friday. Assisting in hospitalities are to be Messrs, and Mesdames Layman D. Kingsbury, Raymond Stilz, Robert Aldag, James R. Loomis, George Kingsbury, Robert R. Hamilton, Buford Cadle, Arthur B. Shultz, Dennis Dalton, J. C. Wood, M. O. Jones and H. H. Arnholter. An innovation in the program is to take place Saturday night, to be knowm as “Amateur Night.” All artists who wish to participate are invited to do so. Mr. and Mrs. Bert Cruzan and Dr. and Mrs. Willard Gates are in charge and are to be assisted by Messrs, and Mesdames W. Frank Jones, H. W. Nicho's, S. F. Fausset, W. G. Hennis, J. L. Mozley, Chester H. Albright, Haskell A. Gift, Kenneth Badger, Dale D. Hodges and Dr. and Mrs. Walter Palmer. Sunday afternoon’s program is to be a tribute to William Forsyth and is in charge of Mr. and Mrs. Edgar Forsyth. Hilton U. Brown is to speak and Mrs. Browrn is to read one of Mr. Forsyth’s poems. The exhibit is to close Sunday, Dec. 15, with a supper for the artists given by the general committee, under the chairmanship of Mr. and Mrs. Walter H.. Montgomery.

Cunning Christmas Gift for Tots

BY ELLEN WORTH Isn’t this a precious dress for small daughter, who is never too small to be smart, so long as she is also suitably clad. It’s very simple to fashion. It has a wee yoked bodice and gathered skirt. The neck finishes with a very new looking collar. Note the cute sleeves, or they may be long, as in back view. In either plain or printed cottons it is pretty. It is also lovely in cotton or in wool challis prints. Wool jersey or velveteen are also exceedingly attractive mediums. Style No. 1620 is designed for sizes 2 4 and 6 years. Size 4 requires 1% yards of 35-inch material with % yard of 35-inch contrasting and Fa yard of 1-inch ribbon for bow. Our fall and winter fashion mag-

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Vitamin D in Milk Called Rickets Aid * E,y Science Service NEW YORK.—Discovery in recent years of methods of adding the sunshine vitamin, D, to milk and other foods seems to justify the hope that the public health problem of preventing rickets can be solved, Dr. Fred O. Tonney of the Chicago Board of Health told experts at a conference on irradiation held here by the Wisconsin Alumni Research Foundation, holder of patent rights to one method of adding vitamin D to foods and medicines. The individual child may be safeguarded from rickets by the guidance of his own doctor, but for numerous children, many of whom do not obtain medical care unless seriously ill, preventing rickets is the problem and responsibility of the health officer. The value of vitamin D milk from the public health standpoint can not be estimated definitely yet because of the short time since its introduction and the small amount consumed, Dr. Tonney pointed out. However, in Chicago last year the consumption of fluid and evaporated vitamin D milk has amounted to 16 per cent of the total milk sales. During the same time severe rickets has disappeared and milder forms have declined in a group of pre-school children examined regularly, Dr. Tonney reported. The parentage of vitamin D presents a problem for scientists. Some angles recently uncovered were described by Dr. James Waddell, director of the biological laboratory of E. I. du Pont de Nemours & Cos., at the American Institute meeting.

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Middle-Aged Don Juan Flying from Time, Not His Wife, Jordan’s View And Girl Involved in Case Simply Hasn’t Lived Long Enough to Pay the Price of Her Folly, Asserts Jane. Write to Jane Jordan for help on your personal problems! She will answer you? letters in this column. Dear Jane Jordan—Here is my question: Does it pay a woman to be good? I have been a good clean moral woman all my life and yet my husband turned from me to a woman of the streets. He told me I was all a man could ask for in a woman—a good wife, a wonderful mother and that nothing was lacking. He did not want me to smoke or drink, yet I was turned down for one who did. I gave him 20 years of my life. We were great pals, went every place together, never quarrelled, had lots of friends, a lovely home, and best of all a wonderful son. The three of us were always. together. In one month he changed for a girl in her

twenties—a girl who made a practice of going with married men. Now I hear they are to be married. He demanded a divorce. I gave it to him. 1 have a little alimony that will stop in a short time. Then what? I am past 40 years, and never have had to work. I have tramped the streets looking for work but every place I go I hear the same thing, “no experience, and we want younger women.” I am not afraid to work and will do anything. The girl w-ho broke up my home has a good job and my husband. So what did I gain by being a good woman? I lost the only thing in the world I wanted by being a good wife. The good w 7 oman sits home and worries or reads a book and the bad woman gets all the breaks. A man will pass up a good woman any day for a bad one. I wonder why? DESERTED FOR BEING GOOD.

Answer—Your reasoning is not sound. You're trying to relate an effect to the wrong cause. The fact that you were a good woman for 40 years has nothing to do with your husband's flight. Os course after years of familiarity you lacked romance and excitement, but what made him think he was entitled to repeat his adolescence in middle age? The cause, my friend, lies in your husband—not you. The man has revolted against the march of time. He flies from age, not from you. He is trying to turn back the clock by starting all over again with a woman half as old as he is. He can not accept the fact that he is a middle aged man and he is desperately trying to hold on to youth. He did not choose the woman because she was bad, but because she was young. He is fighting a losing battle. The end is not yet. This woman has not had all the breaks as you think. She simply hasn't lived long enough to pay the inevitable price of her behavior. Her formula for living isn't workable. The combination she is trying isn’t practical. She thinks she has found a grand paternal substitute in your husband, but all she has is a pathetic full-grown man w'ho wants to be a boy. There are dangerous curves ahead for both. Observe and learn. Although your situation is the hardest at present, it won’t be in the long run. You have accepted the fact that you are 40 and faced the handicaps of your age. True you have no business experience and true you are middle aged. However, these obstacles are not insurmountable. Hundreds of women in the same situation have disproved all the laws laid down for the average. With the pluck and grit which you undoubtedly have, you will not give up until you have found a corner in life where you can succeed. Waste no more time in envying unscrupulous women. It simply saps valuable energy and puts it to no good use. The misfortunes of the bad are just as dire as the misfortunes of the good. Replace lamentations with labor and refuse ’ to be downed by your first rebuffs.

Artist’s Silhouette Collection Shows Early American Leaders

BY HELEN WORDEN NEW YORK, Dec. 9.—1 like to browse in book shops and secondhand stores. Albert Langer, of the Franklin Bock Shop, at 41 E. 59thst, leaned out as I paused in front of his sidewalk book stall the other day. “I’ve got a batch of old silhouettes that might interest you,” he called. “A Frenchman named Millette made them during the Revolution.” The fragrance of sandalwood mingled with the pleasant, musty smell of leather book bindings as Mr. Langer lifted the little silhouettes from their wrappings. 13 in Collection There were 13 in the collection. “Commander George Washington, made in Trenton, N. J., June, 1777,” was written carefully in faded ink on the back of a small, seated figure of Washington in regimentals. “Thomas Jefferson, made at Philadelphia, June, 1789,” was the notation on another. Others 'lncluded “Mad Anthony” Wayne, John Paul Jones, Chancellor Robert Livingston, Alexander Hamilton, John Adams and Brigadier General Richard Montgomery. The silhouettes belong to Edmund Froese, an artist of 172 W. 96th-st. Mrs. Frank Taylor, the widow of an American diplomat, left them to Mr. Froese when she died, in 1933. “I wish him to have all this for all he has done for me,” wrote Mrs. Taylor on the back of her marriage certificate just before she died. Took Care of Her Mr. Froese and his wife took care of Mrs. Taylor the entire year before her death. She was partially blind. Through Mrs. Hideyo Noguent, a friend and widow of the great Japanese physician, Mrs. Taylor went to live with the Froeses. Mr. Taylor had been vice consul at Nagasaki, Japan, under President McKinley. The silhouettes came to Frank Taylor from Adolph Buhler who exhibited them in New York at the Holland Galleries in 1890. When Millette died, in 1798, he willed his silhouettes to his mother, in Obsrfeld, Germany. The little cardboard portraits remained with the Millette family until 1880, when the collection was left to a German Catholic religious order. In 1890 the Fathers of Domkircne sola them to Buhler. Romantic Questions Everything that goes to make up the merchandise of a second-hand store has its story of romance and tragedy. I've often wondered what became of the gold cigaret case I saw put up at auction in the Bowery marked “From Maxine Elliott to Malcolm Straus.” Who got Rita de Acosta Lydig’s little diamond

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watch when it went on the block at, the American Art Galleries? Did the hours it ticked for her rush by in the days when she knew Percy Stickney Grant? Who knows the story back of the Napoleon coffee set or the czar’s gold knives and forks, at the Manhattan Galleries? What gay parties did the shimmering eighteenth century crystal chandelier at 313 E. 53rd-st light? Sooner or later the famous old houses I have my eye on will disgorge their contents. Some day the dour-shuttered Colgate mansion at 23 E. 23rd-st, will echo to the knock of an auctioneer’s hammer. I hope I’ll be on hand when the dowager Mrs. Vanderbilt’s white marble mansion at 67th-st and Fifth-av is sold. It has been closed since her death. I also would like to peek into Miss Emma Thome's shuttered red brick house on W. 16th-st. CHORALE HAS PART IN CITY CONCERT Thirty-one members of the Ogden Junior Chorale are to take part in the twelfth annual municipal Christmas concert, sponsored by Alpha Chi Omega Sorority, at 12 Saturday in Christ Church. Mi’s. James M. Ogden is to direct Mary Catherine Stair, Betty Bast, Madeline Judd, Jane Preston, Joan Bayer, Marilyn Shaw, Mary Ann Zinn, Eleanor Hilgenberg, Martha Shaw, Helen Pollock, Betty Poole, Isabel Remy, Virginia Christena, Marilyn Whitaker, Barbara Williams, Joan Colgan, Betty Cramer, Harriett Rutledge, Jeanne Seward, Patricia Federman, Betty Faulconer, Barbara Hoss, Jeanne Graham, Peggy Fatout, Jeanne Dailey, Natalie Smith, Claire Patten, Jeanne Tompkins, Betty Soehner and Bobby and Billy Shine.

A Day’s Menu Breakfast — Chilled sweet cider, cereal cooked with dates, cream, crisp cinnamon toast, milk, coffee. Luncheon — Hot tamales, hearts of celery and home-made pickles, baked pears chilled and served with custard sauce, milk, tea. Dinner — Cream of onion soup, lamb meat balls, buttered potatoes, peas, cranberry salad, prune pudding, milk, coffee.