“SOCIETY SNOOPINGS”

Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 901, 19 February 1930, Page 8

“SOCIETY SNOOPINGS”

A LETTER FROM MAB ( Exclusive ) My Dears, Have you heard the story thargoing round Town anent the Duke .5 Damsillie? He’s the plumber yon know, having recently purchased » West End business, and the “badwill" that goes with it— cela va sans dire Well, my dears, it seems some per' fectly gangrenous person in Lover Rooting actually rang him up and asked the Duke to come and mend his pipes or something equally . The Duke, who has a well deserved' reputation as a wit, replied that he regretted that he was unable to plumb for some time, as when he left hk last job he forgot himself ! En Passant, the Duke is nicknamed the “Piccadilly Plumber." ""hf! If one really wishes to be ce qu a y a du plus chic, there is nothing bait nowadays but to delve in dirt heaps Quite the latest is to pick garbage Debrett’s dernier cri is to give dirt heap dinners. I saw Lady Boofer that popular Mayfair Hostess in Bond Street yesterday. She looked charm ing in overalls, and check cap, with the sweetest jade handled muck rake wherewith to explore the interiors of such dust-bins as she could find.

Lady Boofer says she finds garbagepicking such good clean fun. She Intends writing her reminiscences, which, she tells me, will be entitled “Muckheaps I have raked.” * * * » Rumour hath it that the Earl ol Dumdoodle. that dashing young "Bottle-Oh,” has plighted his troth to the fair Lady Esmerelda Pobleigh, who is at present Barmaid at the “Crab and Gumboil.” It is. whispered that the Earl’s business in bottles has increased considerably of late. The Hon. Percival Popwood, or “Piggy” Popwood, as his friends know him, fells me that his venture as pie cart proprietor is proving particularly popular. “Piggy Popwood’s pie cart” is the acknowledged social centre for the younger dancing set. The Hon. Perclval’s cousin, Lord Twizlethwaite, is well-known in Mayfair as “The-man-who’s-called-about-the-sewer.” I am told that really smart society hostesses no longer hold their luncheon , parties indoors. As each guest arrives, he is given his food in a red cotton handkerchief, and is told to eat it on the back sfep.

A Propos of this, the guests are naturally expected to use the tradesmen’s entrance. It is considered the icorst of bad taste to call at the front door. Any guest who sc far forgets himself as to call at the front door has the dog set on to him. Lord Gooble, that popular and talented musician tells me that he has been making quite good money lately with a barrel-organ and a monkey. Of course he only flays the barrel-organ. In connection with this, I may say that quite a number of the smartest people are now spending some of their leisure hours singing and playing the tin whistle in the gutter. - Well g’bye m'dears, I’ve got to rust off to the most devastating party fc Lady Woofit’s wash-house. A rivtderci! \ Mab.