Evening Star Newspaper, February 7, 1926, Page 91

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SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C.—GRAVURE SECTION—-FEBRUARY 7, 1926. OUR SHAKESPEARE CLUB BY W. E. HILL (Copyright. 1926, by the Chicako Tribune.) Four charter members of the Shakespeare club I'stening in while Mrs. Randolph Dietz reads a paper on the girlhood of some of Shakespeare's heroines, namely, Portia, Juliet and Lady Macbeth. Mrs. Paul Lumley Jones, on the extreme left, is somewhat distrait this afternoon. You see next week Mrs. L. J. is to read a paper on the witches in “Macbeth,” and, oh, the worry of it. She is going to treat the witches not as supernatural beings. but just “folks like you and me.” who have got into bad company and foolish ways. Mrs. Robert E. Lee Thule, on the extreme right, is, as you may have guessed, troubled with heartburn. The guest of honor this afternoon is Channing O. Otis, author of that doughty book, “Statistical Survey of the Anthracite Industry.” Sometimes visiting celebri- ties are not as Shakespearean as one could wish, but then—next week Mr. Mullen, press representative of “Abie’s Irish Rose,” will speak on Shakespearean dic- tion, and the club members are very happy over it. Mrs. Fred Mahoney is one of those cynical people who can see a joke in everything, including, sad to tell, members of the Shakespeare Club. “My dear, DID you see her hat?>” Mrs. Mahoney will shriek. “She looked just like a parrot!” And here, if you please, is Miss Millicent Marie Winterbottom reading that tender passage begirning, “The quality of mercy The member with the grievance. “So after the last meeting she came up is not strain-ed.” etc., after which she will to me and said, ‘Mrs. Boles, I hear you said I didn't write the article I read discuss said passage intimately. on Shylock?’ ‘Why, Mrs. Nookie.' I said, ‘I never said such a thing. Who- ever says I said that is lying outrageously !’ ‘Well,’ says she, etc., etc.” “And now we will pass to the reading of the minutes of the present meeting.” So says Mrs. Lucius Leroy Flynn, the charming presi- dent of the Shakespeare Club, after a brief salutatory address. On the noble bard’s birth- day Mrs. Flynn will give a luncheon to the members of the club in the rose room of the Hotel Riley and everybody but Mr. Shake- speare will be on hand. Three important personalities who labor behind the iscenes at the Shake- fl‘:bll?thzglecT:Tltx:yyb': speare Club: Mi§‘:eDufiy. the librarian, whose aid is begged and besought ing insulted or slighted, constantly by ladies who have papers to do; Mr. Binns. the society reporter, E. Squee, is a bit awed by or both at once. Once she and Miss McMurtie, who painted the head of Shakespeare on the place so much culture all at was asked to “do” a cards at the president’s luncheon. Toward the end of her job Miss Mc- once. She says “yes" to paper on “O That This Murtie grew bored, and the last dozen portraits were not speaking every one and agrees with Too, Too Solid Flesh likenesses. everything said to her. Would Melt,” and she sult. The new member, Mrs. E.

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