Murray Hill Christmas
“Yes, operator? Oh, hello, yes, can you connect me to Mrs. Annie Davis please? Yes, that’s Murray Hill 5-9975. Thank you, operator. Hello? Oh, Annie! Hello, Annie. How are you, dear? John is good? That’s marvelous, darling. Kids are good? Little Jack and Harriet are well? Oh, good, yes, good. Listen, Annie darling, I was just wondering what I can bring to the Christmas party this weekend. Oh, don’t be ridiculous, of course I’m bringing something. Did you want me to make my Swedish meatballs? Oh, Eloise is bringing those? You don’t say. Darling, how about a cucumber sandwich tray? You know how John loves my cucumber sandwiches. What’s that? Oh, he ate himself sick on those at Thanksgiving? Oh, what a shame. What’s that Annie? My chicken salad jello mold? Oh, yes, dear, that’ll be perfect! I’ll use the lime jello. It’ll be so festive. Ok, darling, we’ll see you Friday at 7 sharp. Uh huh. Uh huh. (polite laughter) Oh, Annie, you are a real riot! Oh, my dress? Oh, I haven’t decided. Yes, you’re right, the gold lame would be dreamy. I have a smart new lounge jacket with pants I might wear. I know, Annie, PANTS! Darling, of course Eloise will talk about me if I wear pants. That’s the whole point (raucous laughter). Alright, Annie. You know Mrs. Wilson is about to cut in with her afternoon call to her sister. Ok, love. See you soon. Goodbye, dear.” Welcome to Christmas in the 50s.