MRS. DE WINTER ENTERTAINS

New Zealand Listener, Volume 5, Issue 122, 24 October 1941, Page 41

MRS. DE WINTER ENTERTAINS

AY RS. de Winter Very melodious in a new hat Flutes her way past the little tables And the bowls of daftodils Greeting like a queen This face, that ‘hand. . Mrs..de Winter Very full of Art and a good dinner Smiles at them as they come on And then, as though fearing defeat, retreat : Like so many futile little waves Breaking, baffled, upon a rocklike indefatigable Canute. Mrs. de Winter Suffering, in spite of Higher Thought ; From a slight dose of heartburn, Speaks to a young man with long hair About Art, in a high crescendo As though it were something she had picked up, : Crooned over, and then entirely of her own volition, Forced into flower.

Mrs, de Winter Thinks that trees have Souls. She would have gone out last night in the moonlight To commune with Nature If only the Robinsons hadn’t been coming over for a spot of bridge. Mrs. de Winter Thrills on hearing of the young man’s latest story And hopes if he ever gets it published he will let her have a copy. Because she does so adore Literature. Mrs, de Winter Serving little sausages on ialahe and genteel bread and butter On thin china plates Brushes past the daffodils and says that some people are so Bereft of any sense of the true Value of Beauty That she can’t understand what they can get out of Life. Well, after all, there’s Living, Mrs. de Winter.

Isobel

Andrews