. The Rotunda . Point, at a dinner given on April1!», at their home on High Street. The wedding of Miss Claudia An-derson of Farmville, and EdwardFiank Liebrecht of Portsmouth, Sat-urday evening, April 19, in the Meth-odist Episcopal Church, Farmville,was a beautiful occasion attended bya large number of friends. Preceding the ceremony LyttletonWaddell of Charlotesville, sang, Calmas the Night, accompanied by J. Gills, and Lieberstraum wasplayed softly during the ceremony. The bride was given in mairiage byher uncle. Col. Henry W. Anderson,and attended by Mrs. Gordon Moss asa matron of
. The Rotunda . Point, at a dinner given on April1!», at their home on High Street. The wedding of Miss Claudia An-derson of Farmville, and EdwardFiank Liebrecht of Portsmouth, Sat-urday evening, April 19, in the Meth-odist Episcopal Church, Farmville,was a beautiful occasion attended bya large number of friends. Preceding the ceremony LyttletonWaddell of Charlotesville, sang, Calmas the Night, accompanied by J. Gills, and Lieberstraum wasplayed softly during the ceremony. The bride was given in mairiage byher uncle. Col. Henry W. Anderson,and attended by Mrs. Gordon Moss asa matron of honor. The bridesmaidswere Misses Mildred Liebrecht, Eliza-beth Thompson, Elizabeth Crute, andMrs. C. W. Rodgers, Jr. After the ceremony a reception washeld at the home of the brides moth-er, Mrs. W. E. Anderson, followingwhich Mr. and Mrs. Liebrecht left fora motor trip through the mountainsof North Carolina and to the Mag-nolia Gardens at Charleston, S. will be at home after May 1, inWashington, D. SOLITUDE A garden— Bathed in moonlight With here and theie— Dark foliage above From which issues The plaintive note of The nightingale. A soft wind Through tree tops— Swishes! then— Silence A soul— Alone! Surrounded only With thoughts Of life! of love! Solitude! E. J. 0., 33 THOUGHTS! Thoughts Like gentle breezesCome to usFrom out the at first aGentle murmur—then,With a rushThe thought is floats aroundEntices, leads usJust beyondOur feeble reachIt flits, it tarriesPlays with our fancyThen floats away—In dreams. E. J. 0., 33 YOUR SMILE IF YOU WOULD BEPOPULAR Mamie McConnell Borah, wife ofSenator Borah, the chairman of theForeign Relations Committee has sail-ed for her first trip abroad. There isone thing for which Mrs. Borah saidshe would search Europe: a new re-cipe for onibn soup, but can never getthe right kind. Once Mrs. Borahthought she had found the right kindin Atlantic City, only to have theSenator grumble over the pepper andcheese
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