vanilla ice cream with chocolate dressing and wafers, stuffed dates,
bonbons &c. The Committee always have their pictures taken, some
had that back view Mae took of us last summer and did
them up in white paper & green ribbon and gold hearts as dinner
cards. They were a success. Papa
got a huge bunch of double pink anemones at
Ellwanger's which made a perfectly beautiful table centerpiece. For score cards, I
had brown photograph paper, double, with white and green pencils. In
the inside of each one was a picture of the "fate" of the girl who
drew it, and a rhyme. Helen's was
Elbert Hubbard's dinky looking long-haired son, who eats
grape-nuts (he's in the adv.) and the rhyme was: "An athlete is the
fate you're willed With hairy head and massive build, His height is
five feet and eleven His weight a hundred and seventy-seven"
Mary's was a cadavarous looking gawky
man with an adam's apple and although I didn't arrange who should
get the pictures strange to say Mary got the one
which fitted the prophecy in Mabel's poem - which
10/17/02
vanilla ice cream with chocolate dressing and wafers, stuffed dates,
bonbons &c. The Committee always have their pictures taken, some
had that back view Mae took of us last summer and did
them up in white paper & green ribbon and gold hearts as dinner
cards. They were a success. Papa
got a huge bunch of double pink anemones at
Ellwanger's which made a perfectly beautiful table centerpiece. For score cards, I
had brown photograph paper, double, with white and green pencils. In
the inside of each one was a picture of the "fate" of the girl who
drew it, and a rhyme. Helen's was
Elbert Hubbard's dinky looking long-haired son, who eats
grape-nuts (he's in the adv.) and the rhyme was: "An athlete is the
fate you're willed With hairy head and massive build, His height is
five feet and eleven His weight a hundred and seventy-seven"
Mary's was a cadavarous looking gawky
man with an adam's apple and although I didn't arrange who should
get the pictures strange to say Mary got the one
which fitted the prophecy in Mabel's poem - which
10/17/02
vanilla ice cream with chocolate dressing and wafers, stuffed dates,
bonbons &c. The Committee always have their pictures taken, some
had that back view Mae took of us last summer and did
them up in white paper & green ribbon and gold hearts as dinner
cards. They were a success. Papa
got a huge bunch of double pink anemones at
Ellwanger's which made a perfectly beautiful table centerpiece. For score cards, I
had brown photograph paper, double, with white and green pencils. In
the inside of each one was a picture of the "fate" of the girl who
drew it, and a rhyme. Helen's was
Elbert Hubbard's dinky looking long-haired son, who eats
grape-nuts (he's in the adv.) and the rhyme was: "An athlete is the
fate you're willed With hairy head and massive build, His height is
five feet and eleven His weight a hundred and seventy-seven"
Mary's was a cadavarous looking gawky
man with an adam's apple and although I didn't arrange who should
get the pictures strange to say Mary got the one
which fitted the prophecy in Mabel's poem - which