The evening world. Newspaper, July 17, 1920, Page 11

SATURDAY, JULY 17, 1920 Vera Popova, Child of a Prince, @ : Once Danced for Czar of Russia; Now a Bus Girl in N. Y. Restaurant o> She Is Half-Sister of Anna Pavlowa; ; j Lost 7 Brothers in War; Parents Shot i _While Fleeing the Bolsheviki, Vera’s Husband Was Killed and She Herself Received 24 Wounds. By Marguerite Dean. ER father was a Prince 9nd, in a feathery whirl of white skirts, her dark hair w thed with pearls, she danced the ballet—she is Pavlowa's half-sister—before the Czar of Russia. Now, wearing a blue-striped “pron and a maid's cap, she carries heavy trays, sweeps foors, washes off ivbles under the stern discipline of a tight-lipped, stan \ily-uniformed Soman manager in the cafeteria at Central Branch, Y. W. C A., No. 610 lexington Avenue. Such ts the strange and dramatic reversal of the for- tunes of Vera Popova, the slight, brown-eyed, brown-hatred Russian girl, with Anna Puviowa’s own sweet cryptic smile, who came to Ameria eight nionths ago and to-day seems one of the most pathetic pleces of flotsam \ swept out of Burope on the backwash of the great war, WWATAVAUAY ee SO oC Lo Pam ‘ VERA POPOVA QUnomR Weer ANS UNUERWOUE Vera Popova, rday from letters W. C. A. in London away my son and me with their amy." er that, Vera’ Popova admits, she was {ll and out of her head for White and Winifred five months. Even now she hesi- and nasistant ysis vies define dates and dove. . service wuling details, Bue she knows tht ‘ Service she had typhus fever thre from pasB- and t t her litt son, Boris—only arts, from letiers of I h military five years old—died of typhus. iutiorities at Kaavin, Russia, and The next. thing she remembers from Vera Popova’s own halting Eng- clearly is being at the British Army anf fluent Russian—the latter Hospital Kashin, Russia, She ad e nd and country- 4 wed her blue uniform, 1 Ka Kaluara of with its O84 colored bar Ainste Avenue, with of decor n the front, also h whom Ve i ssard She served My mother w of Anna ssistant nurse for month aviowa,” Vera te father § to be sent to Hatoum for a Py € Prince hi" Cat ¢ zation, where she expected St, that’a what the name sounded to find friends, But they wore all Vike, to an American ear), "My i uttered, She had come mother was at We came with an English Capt. froma Od war | danced AeUeni Pereia’ ae enone ihe ballet in the big theatre in Mos ived ag a refucee by nin the theatre at Petro- Service Centre of the Y. W, C. A. in was dancing in Petro) war began, and I continu ear there, stantinople from the they fully In June, 1919, and let- workers there show belleved and synipa- My hi apt. Popova, ixed with her tragic experience. who ‘belo! tussian Army, They sent her on to London, hoping and I {ttle son, Boris. When te reunite her with her half-sister, the war beran my husband went With Anna Pavlowa, whom, she says, sho his reg nt. Too, lhad seven broth- bos not seen for five years. But ors in the army, And the: 1 Pavlowa was then in South Amezien. kiled—all my brothers—Nr , echt months ago, she came to many. w York. “When the Bolsheviki took posses T had nothing," she said sadly. sion of {Petrograd my parents and IT “T had lost my people, my money fled with my son to Odessa, where my clothes—when T came here [had we thought we would be safe, But in just the one dress, Oh, please do not Odessa too there Ww Bolsheviltt ea picture of me in the clothes I Whey are everywhore s—and am wearing now—If they who have yet they are Ss, but seen me dance should see it, what Poles, G bad peo would they think!" ple of all race aw my ks so hard now," chimed ‘father and mother sh ore my rend, Mrs, Kahuara, "She eyes!" » in the morning at 7 A note “of tragedy e is not duty at the strange sounding Russie . till § in the evening.” and the beautiful eyes of Vera Po- n it takes Vera Popova jova were dark with pain, over an hour to reach the tenement “phen my hush smo for up three filghts of stairs which is the me," she answered ne a," and only she r of this one-time light- We fled to Baku, taking my son with footed dancer, now @ poor waitress, us, Again we hoped to But in orphaned, widowed—a child of trag- 1 in Baku, the yeined. may" hie and de 1 we Thut Paylowa comes in the fall,” ved twenty-four wounds she says, trying to be hopeful. “And 4, and they carried 1 shall dance in—perhaps!" | Mams ofaModern Maid By Martwarite Nooo Mardball ‘The Pros) Publishing Co. (The New York Evening World.) oryrhahs, 1020, by LOPING couples are the get-riche F quick promoters ¢ Even at ten, they know a man —father—is the easiest person to “work” for a new dr All that's necessary is a smile, a kiss and a few affectionate words. “ ‘Doug’ threw Mary over his shoul- der,” the cables have stuttered ecauttically, mot once, but twice and thrice. Tn movie matrimony, i & wife 4 meal-bag instead of the traditional door-mat? Love at first sieht has no fore- aight but is usually the preludy , to plenty of hindsight Add tuff; ‘The optimist who can } even alt of one per cont. drop | A handy husband ouse le one who Will epend ten minutes and six darnns mending something, provided his children will bring him all his te und provided his wife wil pick mup and put them away after him Mon choose different lines of work. and there is even some Variety in their lines of talk—but in love-making every man follows the Ine of leant revistance When a man fe » do an errand he forestalls his wife's protest {f he is quick on th take exclaiming indignantly, “but you didn't emind To uve vyoinca alagony seckiw a perfectly justifiable war bonus. S% Jersey Boys Build Toy Yachts and [old Races to Insure America’s Cup Staying Here 125 Young Boat Building Skippers in This Year’s Event, Attracting Hundreds of Relatives and Friends ; By Marguerite Mooers Marshall. . 1040, by The Pree Publlablng Co, (The New York Evening World.) 4D Sir Thomas &ipton win T ht racers in Montelair, N. J. year or (wo more they can hop over to England and bring it back Sxain. Who says yacht racing {s the rich man’s sport? For this y cup races, The and eighth grades during sailboats. The boys in these grades, usual, old,.spend from four to six months, working an average of four hours 4 week, designing in careful workmans cut out and hem the selves, The races, which are held at clone of the school year, take pluce over a course 200 yards long on the p and finish. “Ime OF71C€@ Bw BiG®© WUWICINesxz Copyright, 1920. by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Kyening World.) OBBIB, the office boy, faced the rest of the force with a grin, He had thought of something. “Gee!” he said. “This Prohibition thing ought to be great for people who fy." “Why? asked Popple, the shipping clerk “Because the law says they can't drop.” I had to be the goat,” growled sopple, thoroughly angry he dog, I'd say," replied Miss Tile He, the blond steno phe Whaddye mean, do “you bit, didn’t you “Oh, for heaven's sake!" came from Miss Primm, private secretary to the buss. “Cut it out! Those old Jokes will drive me loone ‘ou say just looney or more asked Fubble slyly. “That's an insult,” “By the way,” asked Miss Tillie ex- hibiting honest curiosity, “where do have a they get that word ‘looney “it comes froin ‘Luna,’" replied Spooner, the mild little bookkeeper, “and Luna |s"—— ‘A Coney Island park," sang out Bobbie. “Hear the Uttle amart Alec!" said Miss Primm. "“Somobody ought to choke him." nshe turned to Miss Thi Tillie. una is the proper name of the toon. moon 6 supposed bo bo eragy or something Ike that ‘And the moon Is feminine gend chirped Robbie ‘ow L know way they pluas her with the women." Walt a minute, kid! sald Miss illic, “I'm not crazy, ‘And { have never had the repu- n of being crazy,” Miss Primm vm emnly, At that time Mr, Snooks, the boss, stepped out of his private office, ilu surprised,” sald Hobbie, sol was provoked about something. Te », Miss Primm; and you, too, "he said. “This in- ce you women copled is awful, wrong with you two, Really, L believe you're crazy.” With that the bows went back io Montelair school children had thelr own special ch no less than 125 boats took part. most popular feature of the manual training course in the seventh efal years b and constructing their sat! boats 1s, but all the rest of the wo ‘he artificial pond in West Fi MOTOR BOAT SQUADRON the Manual Trainigg Department of the Mont d of Education of- fers, to school children, three medals for speed and three for workmanship. The pond is ton ith tree-shaded banks, and the banks are crowded on tne afternoons of the races. Mother leaves her sewing and father takes an early train from town in order to be on hand to watch the little sloops as they start across the water, Whe boys al! gather on one bank and HAT CU , there are over a hundred ho are convinced that In Not Montclair, N, J. 8 been the chance to bulld “real” most of them eleven or twelve years Put their boats in position en, when the signal is given, each boy starts his boat, After that he Is not They are the last word ajowed to toueh it, and the one Mother or grandma is mobilized to which salts firat to the opposite bank i the boys do them- is the prize win ‘The sailboats are entered in two #—the sharpie class, which In- the boats of not more than twenty-two inches, and the second emont Park The prizes are cups donated annually by the Motor Boat Magazine. Also IRDPC@o Coprright, 1 his room and closed the door, 667 LT toll the world" said Mr. room was sient for a moment dart king ‘his head, “that Bobbie spoke up. it's tough th way I'm treated J thing, so Dl “Well, | got company, anyway,” ne said, “Now all I need— “Is a doctor,” sang out Miss Til le, when I hayen't de Bo out and do somethir Nobody Ww as she started for him, closely fol- of independence 1 y lowed by Miss Primm. odd, for Mr, Jarr was in the As is always his custom in these flat. He had been late for supper cute little Office ‘ores narrat ve nd the note on the dining-rvom Readers, Bobbie beat it through the table suid Mrs, Jarr had gone out door and escaped, with the ehildr nd advised him My uncle's an undertaker." to_ minister n needs. growled Miss Primm 4s she returned Now, a man mu lax and care- to her chair, "and he hasn't had a less as to his su ut and away call for two days, Walt! Ii fx It from hie own hom nh times aa for him he shout! be ther when he [3 ® For Fall Wear. An attractive brown crepe waist featuring de ™ ocracy, gros-grain rib- bon in two shades of brown and green. 2) class, which Is made up of full-rigged can only belong to her, because who © also two classes of else plants flowers on the roof?" Puores OF TR MDSLey , sloops, ‘There motor boats, ‘Tl in the firat class are one and one-half feet in length with no deck. ‘The second class 1 tor boats are truly elaborat doubl deo » fitted with ¢ lights, sleeping quarters and oth equipment. tric engines ‘They ure driven by el ichard Ahrens won first prize this fy SATURDAY, JULY 17, 1920 Pansy Discovers an Enchanted Hut, The Home of Dame Dammydimmydoo, And Pinky-Panky Dares Her to Knock Queen Marie Gives Us Another of Her i Fantastic “Peeping Pansy Fairy Tales.” La The Child Fairy Is Delighted at the Sight of the Mysterious Hiding Place With Its Roof Covered With Fragile Flowers, By Marie, Queen of Roumania. ANSY arrived at an enchanted spot. It was a tiny clearing in the fprest, through which a litte gurgling stream ran between green moss and clusters of forget-me-nots. Tho water was clear as crystal, and the pebbles it was hurrying over “We all ought to be so jolly and friendly,” s ° looked lie precious stones. But most wonderful of all, the stream had voice and was singing a strange little song. Pansy clasped her hands, “This ts a fairy t,” she murmured, “and the voice of the stream is the most lovely voice I've ever heard!" In an eestasy of delight Pansy looked about her, and there nestling’ at the foot of a huge tree was a tiny hut, its roof planted over with delicate swaying harebells, As the breeze swept over their fragile heads they gave out a low mysterious note as though some one was hitting with a ie wand against glasses filled with water. ————————— ‘Oh! Dax quite ugly voice and his rude way of talk. ‘Surely, surely, that perfect Httle hut mi “Come along, little Pansy, hic vile chatter—and just bebind you there is a sweet litgle door to knock ate “Do you think Dame Damm; mydoo is In that adorable little hut?” asked Pansy with bated breath, “it would be just like her to have a lov- able little place right In the middie of this huge great forest.” “Try ant see,” said Pinky-Panky, “Caw, caw,” croaked the crow, and “There 1s much to be told - Of this world, Oh! #0 old, Of its joy and its pain, Of its light and its rain, And all those that may seem To belong to a dream, May really not be inlons that we can aee, When our hearts are qui free, year in the sailboat races, being "rom all that lq wrong” — flew from off the ground, rudely Victor not only in th» race that is i brushing Pansy’s soft face with his vpenecd annus to the sehpol chil- 4 the little Stream, and Pansy ‘elt sooty wings, dren who have oats no matier when quite da quite overwhelmed, #0 “hui," cried Pensy, indignantly or where constructed, but also in the that, slipping from her pony, she ap- rubbing her cheek, “I really bate free-for-al] race, Malcolm Sisncham, proached the rivulet, and kneeling him! * fifteen years of age, took the prize for for The structors Sulliva workmanah, speed in (The t home also. It may be notl New York Ey mot and >» and design and also work In condu boat races. y Shop In Cavallier, The Jarr Troimnitly By Roy L. Pi Cardelll. by ‘The [res Publishing Co, World.) 1@ he wants everybody else to bo ed that it ts always ie man of house who objects mostly If the servant goes out too much. It is the fathor who ts the most particular that the children should be in the house at all times, and the husband who strenuously in the home that Angry aod hungry, Mr t sists the ist he wife's place is Jarr at 1 forget-me-nots on your banks mukes down against the sky-blue forget-me- nots, she gazed entranced into the water I'm flowing, I'm flowing To the deep, far blue sea, And there where I'n going, Others also shall be, “There, there, don’t upset yourself. There are rude people in the world, and we must learn to bear with them, however disagreeable they may be,” said the Imp, “But they may also have qualities you know noth.ng about," croaked the; Bend over my water, crow from a branch above thely Oh, sweet little daughter heads, upon which he had settled Of the wood and the fen, down, Of the doep green glen, “For goodness’ nake don’t begin ar- For your face is as pure % suing with him," warned Pinkv- ‘As the sources that cure Panky, “You'll never have the Inst Every tll upon earth. word, and it's no good upsetting I'll carry you right away, yourself in this lovely place, where 6 light of your two eyes, we all ought to be so jolly and friendly!" and Pinky-Panky began to caper about like a scarlet grasshop- per, making all sorts of extraon@nacy vements with his arma and lees, “Now, I'm going to knock at this dear little door,” said Pansy; “I'm longing to know if my dear old friend is inside.” “Yes, knock away,” cried the El. All the fairy bluebells are That resemble blue skie . Where the small angels play!" Whispered the stream, and bending deep down, Panny toughed the rip- ng surface with her warm red lips. 1 love you,” murmured Panay, “You are fresh and clear, and good and wondertul, and the scent of the out from the flat and slammed the me really believe I am in heaven.” se erik 4 door behind hin, “Caw, caw!" with a clashing Lomi} Pahoa you, to WOR eRe In the k of Slavinsky the «la- harshness, this well-known voice “ang verily, all the lovely violet-blue zicr’s shop he found langle and broke through Pansy's costasies, Howebn bed cured thslh Snane Canna Hlavingky playing auction plz ‘Oh, you black dreadful creature!” ino tte gifl and were staring at Why wasn't you r " erlod Pansy, springing to her feet her, while the sweet, vibrating sound anked Sia have Yeu, I'm here, with all my uglt- yhe had heard filled the alr with had a thr auction ness, with my alght-colored PUNE i ysterioun enchantment. pinochle, ne to und with my nasty sharp beal “At a quarter to ten?" asked Mr. corrected Pansy Jerr, “Would you like to try which ts “Well, maybe we play till 10 the sharpest.” and like a biack storm- { o'clock,” said Mr. Rungle virtuously. cloud the great crow fluttered down A “But that don’t give us time to start beside Pansy. ) @ three-handed gam T kn “[ can't understand why you are . going to play later than so nasty and unfriendly with me!" Iu. ry t rousted when T get home whimpered Pansy ' * said Slavinaky “He's jeal of your nice plok } ua can't b the lady you are oolor and of the pnab- married ‘to for getting sore at a man biness of your exclaimed HE sport hat thia summer is of yinoch!e til all hours’? Pinky-Panky, who had skipped across linen tnatead of felt as n for- @, It don't mako ‘no dit the grast to | where Pansy stood mer years, Many novel shapes ith Rangie went on, secretly perplex: x ely @re seen and they come in small as roasts me for ng a “He quite spoils this lovely, lovely Voi ay large models, the small ones anyhow. But I don’t want Plage, 1 wanted to talk to the Mttle Do Mt “ee demand for motoritie, wou fellows here bi cowed a v- river, L wanted to listen to the blue- eink On greit ee soular color and and Mr, Jurr—“to get mo bells chiming, then He came aad dis- Corse’ a quite in favor. Whial ol by your wives for keeping Curbed everything with his hoarse, toiimed with a crisp white organdy ut late Re bow they make very attractive hats where you make a mis- But, there ts justice in this old for outdoor sports or general summer take, all of you," said Mr. Jarr. “It world vr all. “At M1 o'clock Mrs. you go home your wives up because you didn't them. But not ax er stay out til, sa you when they get to late, they're ie neither that hardly play tt 11 And thus brethren as mestic situation, slay ons a at ten o'clock you find and around and cross home with these weaker his own do. wear, Siavinsky came down statra to tho back of the shop and drove out her The apple green lingerie has a cod husband's guests with @ fine Urade, jook and seems just the th ng for and chased the abject Mr. Slavinsk¥ summer wear for the woman who tains cowering likes colored Mngerie, The canary u Mr. Jarre went around the and flame color lingerie in obiffom with Mr. Rangie to find Mrs. fabrics are greatly favored, Rangle waiting for him at the atreet door to upbraid him for being out with bootleggers—and when she sald this she gave Mr, Jarr SUCH @ look! At his own home Mr. Jarr got in five minutes akgad of his family, and he was ao hurt he could only mildly proach Mrs, Jarr for leaving him wl alone all evening! At the neckwear counter they that sweaters now exercise a g> jafluence on neckwear than blouse does, ‘The new silk Tuxedo sweaters dp look very smart with one of those pretty ruffled or a fancy gaits. ‘0 wonder js such o popular vogue at betes i ee es L bate Paes -<| —— -— — atid | or rae ae a a