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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

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
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