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Every so often Wanda Hawley and Ker husband pack up and go camping.
BURTON HAWLEY insisted that he ought to doff the wringled khaki shirt that he wore for something more fashionable. Mrs. Burton insisted that he oughtn't.
"Can't you be comfortable when you're comfortable?" she queried. "You know, he owns a garage, — I mean, we own it, — down the boulevard, and he thinks that he must always he stylish when he's at home." (The last to the writer.)
Mrs. Burton Hawley, alias Wanda Petit, more recently alias Wanda Hawley, is one of those modem women who can do several things at once. She told me that she is quite used to the problem of boiling her husband's eggs, putting on her make-up and eating her breakfast at the same time in the morning, and that anything so seemingly intricate as finding his collar button, darning his sox and autographing a few dozen of her latest photographs in fifteen minutes is quite a mere bagatelle.
And,^ — listen, girls,-^iiere's her formula for successful cuisine:
Take voice culture! ■
It happened that Wanda's family had her career mapped out for her before she ever had a chance to think for herself. She was to be a grand opera prima donna, she was informed as soon as she was old enough to know the meaning of that pretentious word, and her mother had her put through a strict course of training vocally, as well as at the piano. The result is that she can sit down now and tick off a few Rachmaninoff preludes and Bach fugues without winking an eye, although she claims that she can't sing because an operation for laryngitis caused her to lose her voice and all that, and because she's a picture player she isn't expected in the ordinary course of events to warble.
"But," she said, "I'm not at all sorry I learned how to sing. The study of voice gives you something that nothing else does. It teaches you poise. — how to stand on your feet, — and you can even apply it to cooking. It's this way. You learn proportion and economy; make every Httle bit of breath count, just like you have to measure out the eggs and salt and make a little cream do the work of a whole
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You can't combine tke t"Wo; so Wanda Hawley became a silent star and did her own cooking.
lot in these days of the H. C. of L."
And then, girls, she went on to say that voice culture gives you an eye. — or is it an ear? — for the beautiful; teaches you to garnish your dishes, and to make your things look pretty on the table. At this point Friend Hubby interposed. Said that his wife had better study more voice, because she'd burned the biscuits that morning.
"I didn't at all," she said neartearfully. "You're horrid to say all these things before a strange man. I never burned the biscuits, and besides, I gave you lobster for dinner tonight. I broiled it."
""You did not broil it," from hubby, "you baked it."
"I did," said his wife. "Lobster is the nicest thing in the world next to movies."
Whereupon it was gleaned that Miss Hawley's favorite things in this Hfe are beside the foregoing crustaceous delicacy, strawberry ice cream and, sh! near-beer, a combination which if eaten together, is warranted to make you sick.
A little later in the conversation Miss Hawley remarked that she
As "Peg," in the screen production of Laurette