The evening world. Newspaper, August 9, 1920, Page 15

{ MONDAY; AUGUST 9, 1920 Puccini’s Return to America Recalls Real Drama in His Life With Happy Ending. Italian Composer Going to Virginia for Atmosphere for ‘New Opera With American Setting. By Marguerite Dean. Coprright, 1920, by The Prees Publishing Co. (The Now York Evening World). HEIN Giacomo Puccini, perhaps the greatest of living composers of grand opera, returns to Ametica for his forthcoming visit—out of which @ “mate in America” opera may be borm—mugic lovers will ‘Yeoe!! the remarkable romance of real life in which he was the hero, a ro- ttanes as instinct with the passions of love, hate, jealousy and despair as “Madama Butterfly” itself. ‘The pathetic victim of the operatic tragedy which the composer fived, netead of writing the score for it, was Doria Manfredt, a beautiful peasant girl, She was the daughter of one of the retainers of Puccini's magnificent qatate tn Italy, and after her father’s death she was taken into the great wustctan'’s household, partly as a servant, partly as a ward of the mastes, @ignora Puccini consented, at firet, to this arrangement. MME. AND M. PUCCINI, But even s tittle more than a decade was laid for a reconciliation curtain, ego, when the Puccini domestic t:ag- © happy ending. Puccini and his wife edy reached tts clmax, Signora Puc- were reunited, and since then no cloud era wan no longer young. In 1903, Das arisen to darken the brightness of their married life when Puccini married her, sho had te et vinginia, when been @ widow, the Signora Elvira he next visits our shores, in order to Bonteurt Gemtgnan. As in the Mae- terlinck household, the comffination of @antddle aged wifo, a husband and a Richmond, Va, As all, operagocrs yousg end charming woman—Miss know, one of hia great successes, “The Mantredi was but twenty-two—bred Girl of the Golden West,” was Amer- Gabitations, . is vec jean-made. Its performance at the Metropolitan Opera. House several Gtgnora Puccini accused her hus- years ago delighted audiences long band's proteges of having “vanrped” Feeigy Q@m. Doria denied that the fifty. (ir > opera he plans to wiite for the and the ever pgpular “But- terfly.” q@ne-year-old composer had treated During previous visita to this er other than as a father. country Puccini has been Ionized, “Do not He to me!" exclaimed her 4nd he likes America, although he has he Uttered two scathing comments on It tatetress; and struck the maid tn the _ phere is no American music” and merican cooking is a gross insult Then moot Httle Doria, Decaune ate to Latin palate” . ' was only after years @f hard wes young and southern and heart: Jory and a sharp struggle with pov- broken and humiliated, committed rty that Puccini won his welledos suicide. ¢ served success. Of his humble be- ra Puccini was arrested on Kinnings he has written: . “My dinner usually consisted of a te ground that her accusations had piece of badly cooked meat and a qwused the ginl to kitl herself. e- cup of more or less sour wine: I can nora Puccini was sentenced to five still recall the half-ashamed manner cypfae = ay a in which I used to tell the waiter to months’ imprisohment and to Pay ® Chalk up the bill, and then I sneaked fine of 700 lire. ‘The conviction sub- Gut of ‘the place because I had no sequently was reversed. money for a tip. And I can also rec- ‘According to contemporary reports ollect my humble diggings, where I : used to exist on the few’ francs a from Italy, Iand of grand opera, the Week allowed me by the Govern- hero in this particular jibretto of real ment as a charity pension. ‘Two or fe and his jealous spouse were es- three of us lived together, and we tramged and separated. But when often had to pawn our umbrellas and overcoats and boots in order to get a the innocenge of Doria Manfredi was jittie ready money for immediate re- established at the autopsy the ground quirements.” Maxims of a Modern Maid By Martwerite Moen Maxhall Copyright, 1920, by The Press Publishing Co. (The New York Evening World) O N love's meny, flirtation is the charlotte russe—chiefly froth, flavored with sweetness, Why is it that a man always sym- yathizes with the woman who tells aim the story of her unhappy mar- ried life—and always despises ‘the man who pitches a similar yarn? One thing the wild waves are say- ing is, ybody ever before see so many iby female knees"? Before marriage, a man and wome are charmed to find on how many subjects they agree; after marriage, they are alarmed to find on how many subjects they disugree Yes, Doris, we may have equality between the sexes some day, but it will be when a girl at the beach no longer ries a parasol, powders her nose and fuses to get ber hair wet for the sake of a man whose shoulders are raw with sunburn, whose nose !s yellow with freckles and whose bathing sult shamelessly reveals a form far from divine. ‘Many a man would take a wife to his bosom if it did not also mean es- tablishing @ critic on his hearth. What every girl knows: that a man who argues with his waiter about the change will bully his wife about the bills. It sounds well, this “advice to the girl” about saving the first kiss for the man she has promised to marry—but why experiment on that poor youth? ‘Why is !t that a man considers himself merely chivalrous in telling a ymoman the truth about a male cad of their acquaintance, whereas if she tells ats truth about a female cad, she is a cat? ing to the latest Prohibition findings, New York ia the gort of that blossoms aa the rose, ee een bane el eel oy bow SOV Onn OST orb atmosphere for the score of book submitted by John’ Kerr of with “La Tosca,” ‘Manon floo with a perpetual gr > natant fo Corlears Hk” Once a "Sebhee Ay es of Adventiiess Tales Characters, Now Lacking in Romance Unsuspecting Strangers Often Dumped In- to East River by Hook Characters to Gain $50 Bonus for Saving Drowning Persons - ry OLD HANDFIELD HOUSE __— = RUINS OP OLD GRAND Sh Ferny “TO WILLIAMSBURG Tho Sing Fomily | Poy LL. ‘conde! 20, CT Fock nea janice ha a bie weather has simply got my nerves on edge,” whimp- ered Mra. Jarr “Say, what's the matter with you?" asked Mr. Jarr. “In the early part of the summer you were complaining decause of the ohilty and rainy weather, and now, when it, does set warm, you kick Tt suits me!” “Gh, my, what a fine, optimisticaily, Philosephie mood we are in to-day,” replied Mrs. Jarr, with a ourl of her Ip. “Are you happy because you see this sudden change of weather has almost prostrated me, or is it because you go downtown and a smile and seem all bh shine and kindliness until pe never gee you at home say, ‘Isn't that Mr. Jarr the good natured man! A pleasant word, a pleasant smile for everybody.’ And ‘that’s what I can't undénstand, Edward Jarr! How can you be 80 cross and contrary and contradictory at homo, and yet £0 down the street and to that old o non your face, forebearing to everybody and everybody getting an undeserved reputation for amiabiity?” Md “Oh, 1 guess I'm just as good na tured at home as I am abroad,” replied Mr. Jarr. “Just as 1 téid you, I don't complain of the weather. I'm glad to have my health and my home”-— “Much you care for your home!" re marked Mrs. Jarr. “I'm afraid to im- press upon the chikiren to be afraid of strangers for fear they might run, ming, from you if you spoke to them on the street, and, as for your health, how long do you think you'll have your thealth if you're out till all hours of the night “am I out now?" asked Mr. Jarr, And then, remembering the reputa- tion for amiability—outside his home-— Mrs. Jarr had just thrust upon ‘him, he said: “But never mind, dear. You're just f iittle upset by the sudden hot spell.” “Well, wouldn’t YOU be upset too if after weeks in which the weather was too rainy to go shopping it should suddenly change and grow too hut to go shopping? Mrs. Rangle was in to see me this morning, and I just wished you could have seén the sium er dress she bought for fifteen do lars, ‘That's because business has been so bad on account of the unsea sonable spring ‘weather, and now that the stores are preparing to get in the fall styles the bargains are simply wonderful.” “Then it's an ill wind that blows nobody good,” remarked old Mr. Ami- wbility. ‘I don't know about that,” satd Mrs. Jarr. “There's boen practical no change in the styles for two years, and one's last summer clothes suitable for this, #o it isn't necessary to buy anything new, and that’s what makes it 80 discouraging “Discouraging for whom?" asked Mr. Jarr ’ “Discouraging for everybody plied Mrs. Jarr. ‘“Discoyraging for ers, Who have no novel 1 who couldn't sell them the way the weather was, if they had them, and discouraging for the sh pers who simply see modification of the old styles. So that's why they've OP to ¢ ” @ ‘Oh, it 1s, is tt?" asked Mr, Jarr, “Since when did you begiu @o formu- late Dame Fashion's gay decrees?" “I know how to keep my eyes open, I hope,” said Mra. Jarr, ‘‘I may not have ithe money to buy nice clothes, Dut I have the taste to know, what are nice clothes. After all, everybody knows that it js the big dressmakers and the big cloth and dress goods manufacturers that make the sty! “Do you speak as one havin, thority?" asked Mr. Jarr qui “No, but | speak as # women hav- ing some common sense," replied Mrs. Mulligan’s Guards Would Sing Ned Harrigan’s Songs and Celebrate Washington's Birthday by Shooting Practice for Household Prizes $ : tory and Pictures by Will B. Johnstone. 1990, by ‘The Prem Publishing Ca (The New York Wrentng World). JAMES HALVEY’ SWIMMING BEACH AND LIFE SAVER'S SHACK ON CORLEARS HOOK Our Captain's name ts Hu Whenever he takes command (And then tle Nhen shoulder your guns, wel mareh, won Street all up to Ave- AUGUSTA MILLERS OLD PLACE Front ST march in the JESSIE A. STOWERS veteran an- proserve the ANDERING go In swimming aiid rocks and piles saving over Hare ah hated entertain. Aiege ai Make vale ke Mal ves proved most of the hanging roses that shut it in picturesque history -of the landmarks there and name the celob- rities that peopled the section in its days leads one to believe that In the old days, when there wa 350 bonus given to anybody who sn a drowning person, stranger was often dumped over tho would then save his victin in order to James Halvey ia an old timer who stoop in Water Street and before long,” said Dame Dammy- changes in the district, dimmytoo, who had come up behind good people here the little girl; “but before we cross John F. Ahearn the water, before the sun sete, T am and Water is told that laments the “There used to be There's not hing now. » on Scammel where that garage stands, Water waved it high in the air, © possessed the place would weep over dte unromantic of factness to-day Hook i #till the senti- mental shrine af cach Irishman's de- is recalled with fond ven though he and bis ehil~ migrated uptown. lies in @ trt- and Street, Jack- Jack Coakley, sey's micoessor, 3 keeping a watchful over the pertious waters of the Hook the ancient familiar to all the grown~v the district of the immortals sald Coakiey. Deputy Sheriff, Hus However, the Swan's Caste’ ‘Bawdy wank’ hung moven' to clash with Suddenly, before she could under- It made Gouverneur stand what was happening, tho Wator Street hfindy whole atmosphere seemed to be- ' broken heads” who hus served and thourands of trembling wings. \ the staff of What was it? votion and it angle bounded by € son Street and the sharp iben.! of the Bast River, which hooks around here, giving it the Hook part of its name. Henry Van Conear, Peter Stuyves- x ury and courier, ‘9 first maine. plied also the name to the stream up- . Whose tide he swore twenty-eight y Water Street, and his celebrity ne excitement 8 of the hospital t change I eee in 1 Miss Stowers, There used to be tive now thare da only » wrote are still dear or the old-timers + alive by their Corlear sup- netxchborhood Harrigan’s most inepired here by that or “Jack Hussey was th famous songs, ungund the hospital, . and thiwt's ane too many, and 1’ Dutch for “in spite of the ¢ » heart of the water front is ‘chang: Washington’ have bad ail the notables fr: between Jackson and Corlears Jack Hussey, character, presided with unchallenged outhority oyer the water front in the Jones's Wood at 67th 3! East River for target p: would shoot for a barrel of flour, ton of coal, a new hea bill or a box of cigt Were Coakley gave guards on the marc “Mulligan Guards.” 100 ViticoForce BY BIDE DUDLEY. by The Prem Publishing Co , the Shipping Olerk, took desk without saying a word to anybody, This as Popple was 4 talk treet and the n was here tne with 2 gun-shot wound and plendid patient Property guardian i 1 be mad with the joy of living, They was stationed dangerous bend the dads of the as lifesaver an imitation of sin the back motor trucks capes are bad of its characters, died in the (The Now York Evening World) » eross-eved n his place gat demand to k is your object ‘om Jackson Street at No. was unusual, cuyed frame hous ? asked Bobbie, replied Popp Phat means @ hard blow Don't be funny! Primin and she's four the city came y, what aort of conversation are nsinuating thet Tam 4 penny directing strangers to her door. ok Is changed hel butit in 1866, distriet made secretary to the “They ought to put on a vaudeville And call themselves ish,” suggested Miss Primm d follow the act of Plain and typewriter duo,” ‘are marble for the shipyard, a oming of the park d were casks of Italian U ally attractive to th ng @ moment “Ho raised my salury fiv gested Bobivig. Mise Primm turned on him Ike @ “What do you mean to tn- sae demanded. at the Hook whe addreased Bobbie took planking ni, now Miss Prime!" said Pop- “Don't call her from Babble. Miss Primm and get her pay raised you ttle cad?” Bobby hurried out to get the mall, “Miertiecky Fish Mavapt stood on ip still in not calling "You just called her Musty.” tonia Tigi By Marie, Queen of Roumania. ANSY advanced as if she were walking on holy ground P fantastically wonderful to her; "Because God kissed your eyes, Now this paradiso lies ‘Neath the glory of the skies For your small feet .o find; And 1 %elieve it's the mind Of Gob hat led you here, The flowers ail love you, And the sweet light above you Will always be with you As long as your henrt is pure, And the joy will endure Recause God kissed your eyes” The soft sweet voice seomed to be one with the beauty und the delicious Perfume that the flowers exhaled. Pansy quite forgot her compantons. sort of spell had been-cest over her ing—she might have been ‘n church or in gome place where angeis were near, for beauty is’ a wonderful power in- deed. Pansy had reached the middle poot find stood staring into the water, The rd like a Russian ground was all golden, so the water itself seemed of transparent gold. In the centre of this evan was a amall island, a temple marbdie, Tt was a round bulldine, tt its cohurn and roof were overgrown with ros the most glorious yellow roses Pansy had ever seen, On all sides they hung down in long festoons, The breeze swayed them slowly to and fro, so that many petals, detaching themeetves, floated about in ther air like tiny golden wings Although the temple had no walls but only columns holding up the roof, Pansy could not see inside |i, because with fragrant screens. “We shall go over to the tempfe ‘olng to show you something else.” laising her stick the queer old woman Pan watched the old lady's nts with keenest interest. come alive with wings, thousands The whole garden was filling with butterflies! Oh! but what butter- flies! Snormous luminous ones, © with wide wings—butterflies that one sees in very precious collections, nd that, entranced, one stares at behind glass cases—butterflies that seem too incredibly beautiful to be rea). Well, here were whole troops of them, fluttering about, settling upon flowers, floating like dwarf sails upon the golden water, filling the air with an indescribable orgy of color. These glittering’ Insects seemed to chased each other, of joined in griceful dances against the aky that was now tinted with the sun's dying colors or circled about, tractgg in- finite patterns in the alr, kissing the flowers, dipping the edge of their painted’ wings into the water. A whole swarm flew over the temple, settling upon the yellow #, moving their wings like many tr nbling colored lights that th wind fans, At one moment all th blue tutterfiles gathered there so many at a time that the creepers the seemed to have suddenly turned Into mysterious blue blooms. Now, 1 must tell you that, Cussy was on @ narrow stone path between a small canal and one of the glorious flower beds. A sort of instinct of ness, very unusual for him, ned him that he must not erush those delicate blossoms, but he quite forgot what there was on the other side, 80 ovr clumsy little bear had not far to back ‘before plump! Splash!—— On! dear! And the park site then and boys who ped the wagon drivers unload empty baskets at night were re- warded with a chunk of sturgeon that sells for $1.80 4 pound to-day. At the foot of Grand Street stands 4 relic of the past—the ferry houses rough which teemed the crowds to and from Brooklyn before the Wil- amsburg Bridge put it out of usi- river ness. The ancient horse car tracks utes that made their headquarters The pirates, leading ‘around to the old car barns balked in are still here. Across from the tumbled down row skiffs between the ferry houses stands the old Handfield House, once a prosperous cafe and nto hotel, now a machine shop. This was using called the Canfield's of the east side, would pipe the and all the who's who in the old days ‘heir resorted there to gamble, from big nowe of the politicians to Bowery bums, The Pig Alley entrance to the es tssotick rooms evidence, CUSSY TRIED TO BACK AWAY FROM THE BUTTERFLIES, + it all seemed she could imagine that she was stilt upon earth, As if in @ trance, she moved between the shining flows ers and the golden water. Suddenly she heard the same sweet voce singing, the voice that sang in the little stream in the forget-me-not glade: Cussy had tumbled like a dark turty! ball into the wat “Good gracious!” aried Dame Dam- mydimmydoo; “well, this is a busts nese!” and bending over the side of © the shallow canal, she could not help langhing till her ribs ached. Pansy, torn from her dreams, hur" ried to the spot, and there was Cussy’ sitting wpon his haunches upon the golden mosade, splutten ng and sneez- ing, waving his paws about, making” the great ome fly all around, whilat’ the water, taking him for a rook fallen from the skies, gurgled over his shoulders “with little “frothing onied Fans: alll" wailed’ "m awfully, tere Cumay. ribly, horribly wet!" ell, one can’t fal nto the water without getting wet,” laughed Pansy, “L did mot want to fall into une water, T only wanted to get out of the way of those tickling buttertlies, and I did net want to squash tie lovely flowers!" exposulated Cusay, “How can [ get wp? And (ien — don't want to be tickled by those stupid ‘blue inseots—I never saw such butterflies. Generally butterflies ara quite a decent size, but these ard exaggerations; they are -bigger than bats, and I hate bata!” “How can you compare their gloria ous blue wings to ba Really, Cussy, that just perverseness. Batd: are horrid animals, and these were ag beautiful ax some wonderful dream/* “1 don't care for that sort of « dream, then!” The long and the short of it was that it was quite a business to get the bear cub out of his little golden’ canal. Pansy got very damp over the Proceeding, and the sun-colored flow-' ers were vigorously watered whem Cuasy, having reached firm ground’ began shaking Mimself. Then choos ing & place where the wun stilt shone, Cusey laid himself down and Hecking himself all over, at least! ery part of his furry pergon tha® his tongue could get at. I do not know if this was really a very g way of getting dry, but, anyhow, was Cussy's way. And Cussy’s ways are better not interferd with, as wer have already seen. (Copyright, 1920, by the Bell Syndicate, Ina) Here Isa Fall | _ Gown—“Folly"t Onevsvene : GORGEOUS gown called “Folly with @ color ite, Bead are tha Fe Teature is @ long > BE pecan