Our Ladies' Letter

Stratford Evening Post, Volume XXXIX, Issue 94, 25 August 1923, Page 2

Our Ladies ' Letter

Oh best—beloved To-nia. . Your vivid description of “Cairo” (Oscar Audio's, not th© city of that name in America), makes one green with envy. No chance of its being reproduced in Btratford: why, the lighting effects alone, would blow us 1 out; and then where is our stage? j The bit we have would only hold ono j side of the “Gates of Cairo,” or i Nasr, as the natives call it—and as for the “Mecca Pilgrims” they would be packed like tbo proverbial ([not to mention tasty) sardine. No, Oscar will not visit our ball despite the fact : that it has been repaired and all., j I regret that Mr Ascho has become | so hefty: you tell me ho ia positively mountainous, the pity of lit. Don’t you wish we could once again “houseboat” it on the Nile? The terrace at Shephard’s was life enough for anyone! with “Joseph’s Granaries” on the north Horizon (more of the seven wonders of the World). What a concatenation of sounds, and what a variety of languages I Doe 3 it not niake you feel the warm sun and smell, the peculiar eastern aroma to just think of it all. No wonder Cairo was called the “Babylon of I Egypt”—such contrasts from disj gusting and filthy hovels made of I mud, the houses of the poor classes, to the magnificent Oriental splendour lavished on the abodes of the rich; with their marble courtyards and stained glass windows, fountains, i etc. .Let us have a stroll down the I “Boulevard Mahoraot Ali,” or, as the little Frenchman would persist in calling it the “Boul” Perhaps his thoughts wandered to the “Boul Misch.” What gay times they had in old Egypt. I camo across the fbllwing invitation Sent in the second century, from one sport to a pal, ' but not on the phone. It might . have taken too long to got the exi change. This is it; “Chaei’euion rej quests your company at the table of the lord of Serapis in the Serapeum to-morrow, the 16th, at nine o’clock.” Very slhort invitations, not much time to purchase new garments or even trim up an old toga | (if Roman). Don’t let u 3 think on • the Mosques, Pyramids, the delicaI toly carved domes and the minarets, turn our House-boat back. 1 after all, as the saying I goes, “East, West, home is best.” j Notwithstanding the beastly cold | weather many of us ventured to our j neighbouring village to attend the races. The wise went in time to back Bonny Rill and collect their divvy. Tlie rest were most unwise, ! Just a few bridge flutters to keep us from stagnating, and a jolly little jazz which was kept up till early I dawn, which all enjoyed muchly. It, -worried not a little last week te find “Searchlight” turning his Cyclopic flash on poor “Onlooker,” ami rending him for his slight slip in “Lest wo Forgot.” He won’t forget mext time. Is it not “Ausonius” j who kindly says: “You should forgive < many things in others, but nothing ! in yourself.” Nasty? I hear that new charming and becoming bathing helmets have been designed, and are much worn at Dieppe this summer, the principal charm being an attachment of waterproof curls to match the fair (oi brunette) wearer. The, caps. ar© in all shades. Curls ditto and they don’t get out of curi which is the chief attraction, j Crinolines or no crinolines seems 1 to be the knotty question in Paris, j The Mademoiselles favour them as being something out of the ordinary, but the practical English Miss will have none of them. I should feel an ass in a hoop wouldn’t you ? How did they manage the door-ways? Make some vanilla cream puffs on Sunday. Puff pastry: Two ounces of. flour, two ozs of butter, on© cup of j milk, one cup of cream, four tablej spoons of sugar, six eggs (eggs are getting more plentiful all the time), one teaspoon of vanilla essence. Mix the flour smooth with the milk and cream, boil for a few minutes, stirring all the time. Stir in the butter, 1 then let it cool and add the wellj beaten yolks, the flavouring and i then the whites, also well whipped. Lino some moulds with the puff paste, fill three/parts full with this mixture, and bake half-an-hour in a moderate oven’. This is an awfully nice plain cake, but good. Four eggs, one quarter of ! a lb of butter, ten ozs of flour, one j teaspoon of baking powder, ono j half tea cup of milk (about), six ozs of sugar, one lemon (granted rind), and two teaspoons loraon juice, some candied peel. Cream, the butter, beat the eggs well, mix together, dredge in the flour and baking powder, put in all the other ingriediente, bmsTi over the tops with white of egg and sugar syrup. Put two pieces of peel on tho top. Bake in a moderate oven. Are you busy in the garden ? Now is tho propitious time for digging and delving. I am hard at it in my

spare momenta. The weoda ar® calling mo. Byron is most understanding. He wrote; “He knew not what to say, to ho swore.” That was when he called a. spade a spado and it broket Veronica, the long sufferese.