Judge — February 1938 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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I COVER THE UPPER CRUST This Cafe Society - - - - By Luscious Beebe Graham ARDON ME if my mouth seems to be full of flannelette organdie— but I have just come from the beautiful Gaboon Suite of the Hotel St. Sherry- Moritz where the charming Mrs. Balsam Spartansall II gave her seventh consecu- tive party of the week, and where the flannelette organdie was so thin you could make sandwiches of it. In fact, I did make a few sandwiches of it, and it's not at all bad with a can of beer—in, of all things, bottles. (What is New York society coming to, anyway — serving canned beer in bottles, and flannelette organdie thin enough to slice?) The lovely Emmeline Nippe, one of last June's most disillusioned brides, ex- posed her simply unbelievable neckline to the gaze of all at "21" (or could it have been at “31,” "41," or “871"?) last evening, and you should have heard the candid cameras click! Incidentally, her companion was a tall, bearish look- ing broker, who carried his own com. pact. Monogrammed pigskin, masculine and very serviceable. Appearing out of the Newportian no- where into the glamorous Coffee Potte Room of Jack's 3-Square Diner (ham- burger and $1.75) the other night, win- some Gwennie Shiftkey, heiress to the Lowercase millions, led a gay party con- sisting mainly of the Southmore Dank. leys and the Eastmore Rankleys—the lat- ter appearing by special arrangement with Eau de Cologne, their Parisien booking agent. The ever-frilly Gwennie looked even frillier than usual, which is practically impossible—if you follow me, (and I trust you don’t). Does Claralyn de Stickbraugh, the former Countess Gyumme, realize that her long drawers were showing above her boot tops at the recent Ritzmore shindig? Somebody ought to tell a girl about these little matters. The first nighters were all out in force on Monday evening last to see the $10,000 diamond orchid your corre- spondent wears in his hair, and to view the new play at the Humdrum, That is, they thought it was a new play; and you should have seen the confused look that went over the faces of some of the town’s smartest celebrities—including Barclay (Ball-Bearings) Skf, Warburton (Getchell Motors) Airtemp, and Mosher (The New Yorker) Slightleigh—when they discovered they had viewed the 364th Monday night performance of “Tobacco Road.” Correction! Since writing the above paragraph, we have learned that it was a new play the first nighters saw, and not “Tobacco Road,” after all. The new piece is called “Dead End.” Germ-Mayne, mad-cap daughter of Mrs, Wellwell Sellwell of East One Hundred and Ninety-eighth Street, has SLUMME REMOVAL For one of the cutest of the new cross-breed puppies which are all the rage this sea- son. Germ-Mayne’s dog is 331% Cocker spaniel, 331/3% Dalmatian coach, and 6624% Morristown com. muter. (If that adds up to more thar 100%, don’t write to me; get in touch. with the dog himself.) Germ-Mayne, by the way, has named the puppy Germ. Mayne II, which I think is even cuter than cross-breeding. Mrs. Evelynne Y. Hurryweem, who before her marriage to J. Eswald Hurry. weem was considered one of the ten best-dressed pots north of Union Square, is definitely in the market for a new hus- band, she confided to me at a cocktail party the other day. She is willing to give Hurryweem his freedom and the custody of their twenty-four white mice —if she can get just what she wants, E. Stotesbury Unravelling of Phila. delphia, and his third wife, whose sec- ond husband was J. J. Scatteryarn of Knitting, Pa., who has since married Grand Duchess Patrick Dennis Maudlin Maloney-Meloney, former wife of Mich. ael Louis Edouard Ferdinand Archibald Helfant Adelpate, are both in town for the social season; and I for one would not be at all surprised if, before the season is over, rumors of a remarriage were (or, for that matter, were not) prevalent. One never can tell about these things, can one? The Judge comicbooks.com