Judge — May 1933 — page 8: what you’re looking at

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Judge Mzstress Pepys’ Journal PRIL) 7.—Awakened too betimes from a nightmare of having dropped a piece of cherry pastry into the lap of my beige frock which has just come back from the cleaners, ay abed pondering this and that, in especial how splendid it would be if stags would only drink their fill by eve, why blue seems to be favorite torial color of ladies who reach the White House, and what a tragedy it is to be given costly French lingerie which is too small. Marvelling, too, that even the best playwrights have spin out their last acts, so that one be- comes conscious of tightly laced ox- fords and oversized dress shields, for in so sprightly a piece as I saw yesterday, which was “Biography” with Mistress Ina Claire at her best, I did begin to squirm towards the finish, and when tendency to rle Larrimore, frustrated in a téte téte, remarked ing more to be said,” a woman behind me quoth, “Then go on home! nel in, full of such high spirits that he must needs give me an imitation of a v motion picture, a business in which he managed to break a Sevres bowl and also one of his toes. So with him to an orthopedic surgeon, who made him and also. provided him with some crutches, and I did tell him that it would not be a bad ic to make an advantage of his condition and stand on our corner with a bunch of I suppose there's not as whole as possible lead pencils and some chewing gum By Baird Leonard suggestion in which he saw no merit soever, Then off to an employment agency to interview servants for my cozen in the country, and I was aston- ished how conditions have changed in these bureaus, for in the olden days it was the employces who asked most of the questions, such as would a radio be their disposal, would they be transported to and from church, ete., but I secured a likely looking couple, and was struck dumb when the office was several blocks behind me that I had not asked the woman if she could make Hollandaise sau which is the first inquiry that should be 1 ny cook. Home to my ailing spouse, finding him deep in le of the fin al pages, and all agog for me to invest some of my remaining pittance inac in stock which he had brought himself to fancy, but [ paid him no hee being minded to add to my string of pearls, asmuch as I had liefer have my assets around my neck than read about their fluctuations in the journals. RIL &—Marge Boothby in early, g me how her uncle is con- s bed leurisy and had by his nurse on her arrival would not like her to take his and had cacklingly responded in the affirmative prides in life being the possession of an ex- ceedingly fine and sound set of teeth jor an ancient. Persuaded Marge to go with me to the shops, where I did stock up on such uninteresting duffle as hairnets, mending silk, shoe bags, elastic, ete., but I did not get away without succumbing to two pink silk slips, mainly because their price was so low that I felt as though the draper were giving them to me. Then to the chiropodist to be treat- ed before going to the country, since, as an Indianapolis pediatrist has paint ed on his window, “What's the good of money if your feet hurt?” and when not particularly solvent one’s plight is even worse, So home and packed for Westbury, where Marie Gaither did put me into the daintiest and most perish, looking guest room that ever I saw in my life, with white organdy drapes and ences, and even the chairs and chaise igue covered in white, and I could not but reflect that the proverbial bull in the china shop at least had no concern A fine din fo nage he might do. ner of duck and fresh asparagus f lowed by a few rubbers of contract and +0 to , reading in ¢ Devil's Pa port,” a mystery story of such terror that, twigging suddenly that I was on the ground floor and that a face might be looking in my open window, I did le ables from the dressing-table to a 4 Iment, albeit it did require more courage than T knew If 1 ny « p from my bed and sweep my valu Ace of conce to set my feet to the floor, 6