The evening world. Newspaper, September 6, 1918, Page 14

Fremstad, Nordica, Husbands, Therefore, donnas. 67th Street. +E propose to suppor? my husband Yonger,” Galli-Curci adds, with mmtrtt. “Hoe ts able-bodied and has « _ Profession.” ‘HM Cupid kept acturial tables on ‘the fatalities that seem destined to @gour in operatic marriages I doubt if he would ever direct another arrow the heart of a prima donna. Birds in their nests agree, as WP were told tn our childhood, but the nests of Hittle human song-birds fikely to resemble a battleground the Germans and the Atties. / Consider a few ot the more strik- €xamples of operatic infidelity, suggest the question, “Should @ Prima donna dare to marry?” is, for instance, Melba, who ack” so gloriously in New Yast winter. Melba, who was Nellie Miteched and took her mame from Melbourne, the city of her native Australia, married when quite young to Charles N. F. Armstrong, as “Kangaroo Charlie.” He & divorce from her in Texas years ago, testifying that he had left iim and their son and Bad declared she would not live with (Bim any more. He was given the | @ustody of the boy, although at the /age of twenty-three the youngster Tejoined his mother and was treated generously by her. The oper- hoodoo on happy marriages went Ante the second generation, how- for less than two years after George Armstrong’s wedding < English society girl whe di- him on charges of violence and ly infelicttous were the marital of a friend and contem- Melba, our own Lillian Nor- 4 pice She had brought a suit for) against her first husband, A. Gower, a wealthy olec- at the time of his death by when attempting to cross the Mogtish Channe! in a balloon. her second husband, Ernest Doome, a Hengarian tenor, she pro- divorce in 1904. Her third if : SEPTEMBER 6, 1918 The slender, brown-eyed lit! ut the music-mad mobs of New York last winter has appealed to the New York Sheriff to keep from her husband, Luigi Curci, her automobile and the furnish- ings and wardrobe in her apartment at No. 27 West Mr. Curel—who in Italy is a perfectly live Marquis—has started an action against the singer’ manager and accompanist, asking $260,000 for al Tn a frank 6 _ She is only twenty-nine and obviously Qrtist-bushand—says that from the time of her marriage her husband has on her earnings, and that even her brother-in- Support during the last two years. > 32 -~Curci Newest Link In Chain of Prima Donnas | _ Whose Marriages ‘‘Failed”’ Her Matrimonial Difficulties Recall Cases of Melba, Matzenauer, Schumann- Heink and Gluck, for Whom the Mill of Matri- mony Did Not Grind Smoothly, and Whose First Were “‘ Ground Out.” By Marguerite Mooers Marshall Coprright, 2918, tw The Press Pubtishing On. (The New Tork Drening World.) MELITA GALLI-CURCI, young, charming and at the peak of operatic distinction and popularity, has just given an upward impetus to the already high rate of matrimonial mortality among prima Dinorah who called itement the youthful prima donna— many years the junior of her bearded w has looked to her . husband, George W. Young, the hank- er, she cut off in her will, which he contested, but which was finally up- held. Mme, Ernestine Schumann-Heink, mother of eight children, divorced her second husband, William Rapp, tn CMcago four years ago after a trial filled with sensation. A Mrs, Cath- erine Dean of New York was namod a3 oo-respondent, and read into the evidence were many ecstatic letters from the diva's husband to his “dar- Ming wonder girl.” Schumann-Heink was triumphantly exonerated from all of Rapp's counter-charges; nevorthe- les the case represented one more operatic romance exploded. Tt was the war which separated Margarete Matzenauer and her hus- band, Ferrari-Fontana, both members of the Metropolitan Opera Company. While he was fighting in the Italian Army she filed @ suit for divorce, In the separation suit which was his an- wwer he charged her with filling the house with German servants and with accusing him of belng responsible for the death of her people, She is of Hungarian birth. She won her quit. Schumaan-Heink said again!” after her unhappy union, but other prima donnas are more opti- mistic, For example, the vivacious and attractive Alma Gluck became the bride of the violinist Bfrem Zimbalist a few years ago, although ber first marriage had ended in the divorce courts two years earlier, The luck- less first mate was a New York insur- ance agent, and three years after hor operatic debut she and he parted, One of the greatest of the Wagne- rian exponefits, Olive Fromstad, also has cond ed matrimony on the ciple of “If at first you don't succeed, try, try again.” She married Edson W. Sutphen, a retired nava sceretly in Salt Lake City later, in New York, she ¢ and at that time and later declared that “loneliness” was fhe only life for ber, But in 1916 an American com- poser, Harry Lewis Brainard, ing her to change ber mind, and were married quietly in the State of Maine, where Mme, Fremstad has a summer camp, * reed him, es Bright Boys | When Litile Joey Cannon Learned That Rope Was water and William Jennings Deadliest When Burned, He Started Lighting It, and Folk, Preferring Not to Sneeze and Choke, Gave Him Instead More Rope to Run and Let Him Smoke Up Washington. 4 A’ the time that Pharaoh's daughter was hauling Moses from the Bryan had just started lecturing hts Gad, and Julius Caesar had been killed, and Olga Nethersole was “Never | billed in Sapho trom Hoboken West, and some one sald, “Delenda est,” in reference to Carthage—well, ‘twas| then, as near as I can tell, the sovereign State of| Mlinols inherited her own Bright Boy. Inherited is right, for Joe was born in Carolina, though I can't remember whether it was North or South that he first Ht But that is neither here nor there, for Joe, precocious lad, knew where the road to Prominence began, and in his bean he had a plan, And 60 he left his native town of—What's its name? The proper noun fs sure one stumbling block to me—I think it started with a G—Yes, Guilford was the name of it. No wonder little Joey nit the trai) that Horace Greeley said was proper for young men to tread, ward trail that led—leads still—to—What’s its silly name?—| le! 1) Well, haven't I been telling you that Joe was bright? He didn’t do stupid youngsters would have done, He had his eye on Washington. | + So when he went and bought that rope it didn’t mean that he and had parted company forever. He didn’t hang himself. ‘Too clever. Tope, which was quite tough and strong, he cut in pieces one foot and then sat down and lighted one and smoked and dreamed—of | ! on. Bo all the people of that section conspired at the next election and that our little Joe should straightway pack his grip and go. They ‘lim to the capital and said severely, “There you shall remain while that smelly gtuff, And we're not joking.” even wince, and he has been there ever since, NAN 4 YY yi WAYS: AY] fS ss > Syn \ \ Should Prima D THESE SEVEN SONGBIRDS ALL FOU onnas Dare to Marry ? D LIFE IN THEIR HOME NESTS UNSATISFACTORY WITH THEIR FIRST CHOSEN MATES MARGAR ag MATZENAVER. Mme SCHUMANN- | HEINK : First Chirp Heard From Him Since He Arrived at Camp Zachary Taylor Incloses His Gold-Filled Collar Button Which Has Engraved Its Last Green Spot on His Lily White Neck, for He Finds “No More Use for High Silk Hats or Scooped-Out Full Dress Vests With the Hollow Part in Front so That the Tomato Consomme Can Paint a Sunset on Your Borrowed White Pleated Shirt!” BY ARTHUR (“BUGS”) BAER. Copyright, 1918, by The Dress Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World.) EAR BOss: D Here I am tn this man’s army right up to my neck and glad to be here. I am completely submerged in discipline, without even my ears sticking out You may criticise me for galloping out into the West to enlist, when the war is really being publishgd in Europe, but they have an annex to the war out here in the West that is almost as good as the original. By the time you reach this letter I will have been in khaki for a complete week; in another ive minutes I will be a veteran, I am sending you my gold filled collar button, as I find that we have no use for high silk } or scooped out full dress ve with the hollow part in front, so that the tomato consomme can paint a sunset on your bor- rowed white pleated shirt Yea, Bo! That collar button has engraved its last green spot on my lily white neckplece, It was a good collar button, though, and could go longer without water than eight cam- els. In fact, it had to, Soup in One A Although you don’t know it, o Other! tried to get into the aviation, having qualifled by paying the first 11 out of 962 instalments on an Encyclopaedia Britannica and riding backward on the B, & O, However, this artillery business !s tough enough for any young Democrat. They make us get up at 6 o'clock—that's 5 in the morn ing; not afternoon. They not only make us get up at 5, but they make us like It And we do, No sooner hit this neck of the woods than we were popped full of vaccine chowder, Got a hypodermic full of vaccine soup in one arm and a hypo loaded with vaccine gravy in the other. Thought for a minute that we were going to get our supper in the same way, Both wings are sore, but I'm glad I ain't no octopus, Brought a lot of stuff down to this man's camp that ain’t of any Subway Sun? Is it still published? No use of being ambidextrous in this man’s army. They only allow you to salute with one hand, Picking up cigarette stubs 1s very stylish here, and anybody caught tossing cigarettes or matches on the carpet is due for the jail house. I admit that picking up cigarette butts is no novelty to me, but picking up my own is, It's five minutes to taps now You'll notice that although they are making a soldier out of me, they are spoiling a newspaper man, six million mistakes since I have as I now write on both sides of the paper. under my one man top toupe. Taps! If so,why? Great course of sprouts we are belng pushed through here. I earned the first meal I ever really earnad in my life last Thursday, Of course, this rookie stuff isn't new to ybu birds, You get both ears full of it, but it 1s new to Lil’ Brighteyes. Ld “Picking Up Cigarette Stubs ts Very Stylinh Here.” I have made about trundled in this war works, but, believe me, Rodger, I'll know better the next war we have. Chesatr, by the time we pull another war I'll have this war stuff all concealed “BUGS.” The Rich Suitor igraperore RUTHVEN said at| think it would be morally very wrong if I deceived her FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 6, 1918 le THE NEW PLAYS “Daddies” War-Orphan Comedy That Wins the Heart BY CHARLES DARNTON Rar Kiddies are coming! A very WW MAG good lot of them, in fact, arrived last night at the Belasco Theatre with “Daddies,” and they lost no time in romping off with John I. Hobble's simple little play. There was no hobbling them, and you may be didn't attempt to do anything of the sort. stage to make the occasion seom like sure that their foxy Grandpa David He had enough toys on the Christmas Eve. At first, however, I suspected that Mr. Belasco had fallen asleep at the ewitoh, or rehearsals, for the opening act was so slow and dull tha evon the yells raised by members of for their bad manners failed to bri: always looked for in the House of @ bachelore’ club chiefly distinguished! ing the play up to the mark that is the Bounding Gongs. A sentimental mother, with a weakness for match-making, was obsessed with the idea of hearing little feet running through the house, while the undaunted bachelors were still betting $5,000 that they would never be on exhibition in the matrimonial market. But these obvious and taiious preparations were forgiven when plans were iaid to make the club of some use in the world. War orphans were adopted right and left—and then the funbegan. The candidate from )Pittsburgh—a grouchy steel-eater— found himself encumbered with a lisping daughter of France, who chased him all over the place and dis- played her knowledge of English by reading “The c-o-w—cow” until he was frantic enough to throw her into a rosebush. The dutiful son of the sentimental mother was in a still more dificult position, for his orphan happened to be seventeen and a tractive, and she insisted upon hang- ing around him and sharpening his pencils and filling bis inkwell when he was doing his darndest to finish the story for which the presses were waiting—he said it himself. ‘The idea of bachelors adopting children is, of course, not new to the stage. It is possible also to re- call plays in which bachelors have married their wards. But with w: orphans the oid idea ts given new treatment, and, accordingly, “Daddies” is a comedy that wins the heart. Moreover, it starts the tear and the laugh at the same time, The fun- ‘niest part of it is that the Detroit member of the club not only “gets his," but gets triplets. Even Henry Ford couldn't wish for more. As the oldest orphan of the tot, Jeanne Eagels came off the boat |without her sea-legs in a reai- ing bit of comedy that was de- lightfully original. She carried @ salt water hangover that has never been equalled. But when she got steadily on her feet she faced about a0 de- liberately and measured every word #0 carefully that she succeeded in acting like a human being only when She spoke of the helpless little orphans huddled together in way- swept France. There is such “as | thing as overtraining a young actress | that is, rehearsing her until she de- comes nothing more than a stage ap- parition—and this danger threatens Miss Bagels. The thoroughly natural way in which Httle Lorna Volare not only wom, but cried lustity when she didnt get what she wanted, dettehted the audience and made Lorry a strong favorite. As her finally indulgent daddy,” John W. Cope put a new feather in his cap, if not a hair im Ris head. Bruce McRae carried a large part of the performance on his shoal- ers in the wholesome, well-bred man-, ner that always characterizes his work. George Abbott brought a’ middle-western breese with him es the proud possessor of triplets, amd, all the other roles were in good hands, “Daddies” may be exceedingly: sentimental, but it is @ novel, tender and appealing play of the times, U Boat Commander Fooled— Destroyer Wasn't Camouflaged’ came home deep. His old mother urged him to tell her of his adventures and the sallor boy began as follows: “Well, maw, I seen rivers of rum in Jamaica.” “Do tell!” interrupted ‘maw.’ “T allus knowed rum come from Jamaica, but I never heard tell before if it was tame or run loose.” “Well, I seen mountains of sugar in ‘Cuba, too,” resumed the sailor boy. “| knowed there must have been mountains of it,” commented the ancient dame, for this was many years before the advent of Mr. Hoover and the vanishing sugar bowl. Now, gazing into the trusting eyes ‘of his poor old mother, the sallor’s jneart smote him for his deceit and he jresolved to temper his tales with jsome truth, “[ seen lots of flying fish in the Chinee Ocean,” he said. “Now; sonny, don’t try te fool your poor old maw,” she admonished him. “*Cause your pore old maw has read where the Good Book says ‘all men are liars,’ and your maw believes what she reads.” So the tale has become a proverb, und all men who come back from the blue waters are known a3 prevarica- tors, Even to this day they are bringing home strange stories of submarines and other perils of the deep. Some of these may be true, but are not printed lest they inform the enemy, But One tale has come back that may be told without fear, For if true, it is well known to von Tirpitz and | his Most Altitudinous master He was just a plain hired hand on a transport, He wore overalls and hi: paims were calloused, Also, he was a| school graduate and came from | ate of Washington, where his father is a wealthy apple person, He told his story without that nasal) twang that is supposed to carry @ | flavor of the blue water “We played a pretty foxy trick on those Heinies,” quoth the deckhand, | | eight on the side of our transport | they painted a picture of @ submarine | the § | NCE upon a time a sailor boy destroyer—one of those tittle tade€hat O from the roaring|can go forty miles an hour while @be commander bawis out the chief en- |gineer for not getting eome seat speed on. “They stuck a smokestack out of a porthole right at the top of the paimt. ed smokestack of the destroyer, | “Whenever any of the sub Captains | peeked through his periscope and saw that painted destroyer alongside the transport he thought it was a real one, Which is not strange, as ean be easily proved by going for a ferry- boat ride and taking along @ hand mirror for observation the way they have to use a periscope, “Not liking American destroyers, the sub Captains wasted ne time’ around where that painted destroyer disturbed their peace of mind. “But alter a while the story was) picked up on some water front and the Germans decided to teach the/ Yankees to stop joking, So they waited for the transport with the; painted destroyer, and when it was, going across, neatly pecked with the boys in khaki, the sub commander called the bluff and came up, “Which was a most unfortunate thing for the sub commander and hia crew of merry pirates, ~ “Because that trip we were not carrying 4 pated destroyer, but had a‘real one right alongside, ‘And, ag any one can tell you, when |a submarine and a destroyer meet on, the high seas there is going to be oil spread upon the troubled waters. “Since when the submarine com- manders have not investigated to learn whether the destroyers are real or painted. The reason being they are afraid they may find out. “Gosh, I'll be glad when thts war over and I can go home and see my pop’s apple factory again. ‘This travelling sure gets monotonous.” . . . . . ‘Thus ends the saflor’s lament. Tt may be true in sp F’rinstanes, we know there are submarines and de- stroyers, So probably that part of the tale is yeracious. Yet we know the truth was not in him when he spoke of his father’s apple factory, for all the world knows apples grow on vines: and cost four for @ quarter, PAWNBROKER in a small town | A was awakened in the middle of a luncheon at Hot Springs: about my age? the night by a furlus knocks Why, no,’ said L | at his shop door, He opened his “An old banker here last week - feyehnel DEAE een tag at 3 Perper confided to me that he was going tO) you think my chances would be bet-| “Wh-w-what's the matter?” he propose to Gaby Delicieuse, the beau- | ter if I told her I —say—fitty? [asked breathlessly. tiful hula-hula dancer of Broadway.| “The banker's brother happened| “Come , don,” demanded the He seemed very much in love. His] along just then, He heard the last) stranger. ° | hand shook and his voice trembled as| words and snarled: Cerne aration [be told me of his Jover-like hopes and “Tell her you're seventy-five or “Come down!" eighty, George. Then she'll accept] other. more use than courtesy in the subway, By the way, how ia the old 9 tr, Ruthven,’ he said, ‘do you|you aurel' Washington Bias, of ‘The pawabroker hastened down- interrupted _the| An Untimely Call stairs and peeped round the door,, “Now, sir,” he demanded, “I wan'sh to know the time!” said the bibulous one. “You blinking idiot, Do you mean to say you woke me up for that? How dare you?” The midnight visitor looked tn- jured: “Well, you've got my watch,” he explained.— Pittsburgh Chronicie« Telegraph. 5 ae G