The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, August 13, 1899, Page 33

81 “ Stunning Woman g 2o home in Fngland—so warm—this air makes me feel—oh, it makes me feel e THE SUNDAY CALL. \\/DC, in your box or your gallery seat, think her lw:fly{. no doubt. But let me tell you, you don’t know half. |l T¢ 1= the most gorgeous of cigur-poster loveliness that She was not explictt, but I knew. Champasnel you see, betighted and bespangled and all art. But be- Mlle. Dagmar calls herself an English woman, and it is whole-souled British woman, in London that she ha nt the greater part of her life; It though her father was a Russtan and she knows the Con- 50 casy to be a success gracefully. Try and see. tinent well. A brother of hers lives In San Jose, and, sl ‘Tl tell you girls what sha recelved me in, and the men ccnfesses more mischievously than repentantly, will not come if they lfke. Black silk shirt and a dream cf & to see her in punishment for her dragging the family reputa- sole in cerise taffeta and white lace. Box pleats front tion upon a vaudeville stage. I judge she would rather relin- back, low round throat. Now we are through, gentlemen. quish the San Jose brother than the stage. For she loves the It is only four years ago, as mademolsells reckons, that she life. It is simply colning money, she says. A few minutes’ ng always—began on a con- WOrk every cvening, and there you are. And the money. Be- e at elght years old—but It had been the laborious fore the hit was made, managers would look dubious and (a mpetition of a low ladder-round for many shrug imported from the Continent). But afterward—man- Concerts, always concerts. No ovatlons. And then agers flocked, and it was joy to say that one didn't care of n eudden she chanced upon an engagemert to play a much about going to this theater or that, but—oh, well, if e in a London pantomime. A boy's part had never en- they urged—well, for a few hundred more one might be Iin- ed her head before, but Mlle. Alexandra Dagmar was not duced. woman to throw away a Drury Lano chance. So she did Mile. Dagmar has sung in all our large citles, from Koster and short black velvet coat, she describes & Bial's on one coast to the Orpheum on the other. But she can’t vo Well, her cue came and returns to England this fall. ‘“Thoss pantomimes in London hind the scenes—a wholesome. affected sympathetic as success rarely makes. can skip it it. {ondly o (S ERROST are charming because the management thinks nothing of put- vs. “But then, the audiences America 1 like, a ! I love the money. The thing that mak i here is the photographer. Three hours to-day and six vesterday. The proofs are here,” {umbling rouge, jewels, plumes in a heap to find them. Bhe handed them out one at a time, and saved the serpent cos- tume for a clim Thers,” she exclaimed, as she triumph- antly produced it, *4sn’t that be-cautiful?” as deliclous, that exclamarion. She weas a lover of) things looking upon a beautiful thing. And she ad- » 1s a frank bigness of mind about her that $5%0 dress on ye, my merry men!" There was an inst then the houge burst forth in delight, ar had won at last. She glowed as she told it. She forgot the cold cream and the pencil she had been using, and it tcok a snarl from the jealous black cat to bring her back. Four years is too short @ time to dim the rosy remembrance of that first glory, and 1 doubt if many more years can do so in the face of that vigorous enthusiasm. “But I didn’t know how much I had won until next day papera came,” she continued. “They praised—oh, how they pralsed!—and even Clement Scott. Tkink of it! He sald there was no one worth noticing in the plece cxcept M Alexandra Dagmar, who was a princely prince and a star risen. That praise from Mr. Scott did more for me t any other words ever did. It helped me to the success J have reached since.” The black cat and I exchanged confidences, for she had forgotten us San Francisco delights her, and sho bas something new to say about it. It is exactly like Berlln. Now dld you ever ' Iy hear that before? I never did. It is the New York of the ing eggs In the barn or shouldering a milking stool for a West or the Parls of America; but Berlin, never. §tlll, [ ccnstitutional. Perhaps fest way out of the em! rather llked It, and she means us to. “No wonder your people ment is to belleve what seems the only possibility after all= are loyal. It is dellclous, This alr—why, I can’t sleep later that her old age 18 a thing never to be than half past 7; I must be'‘up and about. Coming from my CRESEIE CRANDALY. she knew that she th all the money?” I asked. long as the people will have, people grow kinder every year. (Aren't you ashamed? Iam.) ‘“Thera here we never know 5 y & farm and settle down with 7 APz “What & 1 zoing to do “Keep on aceur me,” she replied 1 come even in probably use my money to b farm! Ye gods! Call up a vision of her nunt-~