Mrs. Arpiné, wife of Dr. Hovanessian, president of the party committee, conferring with the vice-president, Mrs. Yvonne, wife of the engineer Nicolas Mennassa
humanitarian project, we appeal to our honored readers to ease the members' task and to come forward to buy tickets to attend the ball — which will cost them nothing extra beyond the price of the ticket, since it has been decided to give up holding any raffle, as was formerly the custom.
Until we meet at the ball — at the Capitol Hotel on the 27th of this October.
The Arab Writers' Conference met this year, from September 20 to 27 last, at the summer resort of Bloudan, at the invitation of the Syrian government. Some seventy delegates attended the conference, and one happy sign was observed: for the first time in the history of Arab conferences, "the fair sex" had a presence in every delegation — even the delegation of Morocco.
In the coming issue, some details about the conference, as related by the delegate of Egypt, Mrs. Amina al-Said, and the delegate of Lebanon, Dr. Zahia Kaddoura.
Mrs. Heneni Tarcha, president of the Lebanese Women's League and responsible director of this magazine, has returned from a journey to Europe that lasted a full month.
The first aim of her journey was rest and recreation and seeing the Salzburg festival in Austria; she also stopped at Paris — the bride of Europe — and then at Rome, Naples, and Capri, among Italy's famous tourist cities. She spent the most beautiful and enjoyable of times, and recovered her energy and vitality after the spell of ill health that befell her at the beginning of the summer.
"The Woman's Voice" welcomes Mrs. Tarcha most warmly, and wishes her lasting vigor and good health...
your drawings...
and to see you yourself!"
She set about turning over the collection I had placed in her hands until she chose from it two drawings, while Miss Johannes chose one drawing.
And Isadora said:
— "Can you spare these drawings? Your signature, if you please!" And each of them took from her handbag a checkbook and a fountain pen and wrote out some figures, and at last Isadora said:
— "And allow us to offer you a small gift. This is not a price. Art has no price — O master!" And gently she laid the two checks on the table, saying in a humble voice like the whisper of a prayer: "A small gift and a keepsake from Isadora — a token of appreciation and affection!" She gave me her hand in farewell, smiling kindly; I kissed it with all respect and accompanied the two of them outside, where the car was waiting for them...
And as the car was about to start off, Isadora raised her fingertips to her lips, bidding me farewell with a smile and a kiss from afar — and Miss Johannes did the same!
... I returned to the room dejected, feeling the emptiness... but it was not long before I remembered the two checks! And behold, each one was for a hundred dollars. And the dollar in those days was worth five francs and twenty centimes... I remember that well, because Gibran and I spent some time doing sums: subtracting, multiplying, and dividing!..