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About The Sunday Oregonian. (Portland, Ore.) 1881-current | View Entire Issue (Oct. 21, 1917)
CVKNIXG little Katherine raly is married and she will never no on the stape aealn. Never! t-he eald eo herself, sent word to the manager of Kew lork's original and gayest mid ntRht revel that the "reRulars"- along the Great White Way will look for her Jn vain now and evermore. "Kate" Dalyl, as those "regulars" used to know her, is now Mrs. Cyril Crim xriins. which means that sht is the dauRhter-in-law of John T". Crimmins, "millionaire banker. contrai-tor and philanthropist. She has a handsome "younjf husband, who has more money than he will ever be able to spend, who Jias a magnificent country estate, and is a. member of the most exclusive clubs in the East. Surely, her prim little figure will never be seen behind the fotligrhts SLftain. With a husband, city and coun try homes, entree to the most fashion able clubs, all the clothes and the Jewels her heart could desire, hers for the asking surely Katherine Daly is through with the stage. And yet the old Broad was ites just mile. They remember too well the cases f all the others who sent word back that they "were through with the stage" some of them reigning favor ites, others Just chorus girls. "They mean it at the time," ex plained one of the old-timers, "but somehow they all come back. "They work like thunder on the tage. and curse the life while they are doing iu They console themselves with the thought and the hope that some day they will rise to stardom, achieve a temperament, and have things their own "way. or else that they will marry one of the millionaires who sit in the stage boxes and send them more candy than they could ever eat. more flowers than they could ever wear, and buy them more champagne than they could ever drink. "That is what they nim for: Kith-- ' ea-jzjyyame: L . I SM S ' 4 for stardom or a millionaire nusband . . ... I with a country estate. Some of them get to oe stars, some get ineir mi muu- t aire husbands, and a few actually get both. Then they retire. The stage manages to rattle along as best it can without their services for a few months or a few years, and all of a sudden there they are again back of the foot lights, lugging a spear or bugging a hero dancing and singing and having the finest sort of time between the acts cursing out the show business. "lts a regular see-saw game. While one is rising from the stage to matri mony, another is dropping back from matrimony to the stage." Which doesn't mean, of course, that Miss Daly beg pardon. Mrs. Crimmins will ever go back on the stage. May be not! Occasionally, the "wise ones" are fooled It happens that just at the time Miss Dalv sent back her farewell message to the footlights that Mrs. Richard Harding Davis, widow of the novelist, announced that the see-saw" which had shot up from the stage into matrimony in 191"i was ready to descend again and so the old-timers harked back to the days gone by when the dainty toes of Bessie McCoy began to twinkle again on the Great White Way. It happened just about the time Miss Daly married. It was also a coinci dence that among the few who wit nessed th wedding of Miss McCoy and Mr. Davis were Mr. and Mrs. Russell Colt. Mrs. Colt, as nearly everybody knows, was Miss Ethel Barrymore. Shortly after the dramatic star married Mr. Colt worth, by the way, several mil lions It was announced she would never appear on the stage again never! They had a beautUul home, at tractive children were born to them, no one doubted the great love of the wife for the husband or the husband for the wife in fact, no one doubts that now. Hit the f-. Tr-t; j I; - . Why the . . . Barr more is back on the stage yes, she is on tne screeI) too Lt BQme psychologist say whv. They do not always return as stars. either, as was the case of Mrs. Davis and Mrs. Colt. There is Mrs. John A. Hoagland. whose husband inherited 13.000.000 from his father, a baking powder manufacturer. She is back again behind the footlights a leader in the chorus of one of Xew YnrW most lurid musical extravaganzas. Youiilies of New England, married Miss WAR NURSES IN ENGLAND GAY, BUT WORK IS NO SINECURE Soldiers and Sailors Always Willing to Help "Nurse" Sharpening of Bayonets Is Good Practice for Keeping Bread Knives in Shape. BV EDITH E. LAXTOX. SOMEWHERE IN ENGLAND, Sept. 1". This countryside is as charm ing in the late Summer as it was in the Springtime, or can I always get as much zest out of the present as the past? Where the bramble-flowers bloomed in the Spring and beautified the hedges now hang blackberries luscious, juicy and ripe. The flies greedily taste the rich juice and the wary, far-seeing spider has spun a web in front of each extra ripe enticing cluster of berries. Many a fly is cheated out of his fruit dinner to become a meat dinner for Mr. Spider. Bah! I loathe spiders; not because spiders kill flies, but just because I loathe spiders. It is kind of the country to pass out free refreshments to one. but I have discovered that often the most attractive-looking blackberry, sweet as wine, contains a nasty little worm curled up iust where the stem was. I must have ri..z n? .if them before I found "Regulars" Mrs. Cyril Ctimmms to the Footlights, Others Who Thought Matrimony and Millions Could Cure Stage Fever. see her picture every now and then I among "the group of beauties." Her) stage name is "Rillie Allen." One of the most striking instances of the Broadway axiom, "they altvays come back," is found in the career of Mrs. Benjamin Pierce Cheney. It was in 1898 that Mr. Cheney, a young millionaire of Boston, a director of banks and railroads, and a member of one of the most distinguished fam- this out. Now the bloom is off the blackberry for me. But bfeckberry and apple tart with clotted cream is food for the gods. One of the soldiers from this village has ome upon clotted cream in Mesopota mia, Now he is sure it is true that the ancient Phoenicians taught the people of this country o make clotted cream. They were also responsible for leaving a recipe here -for sweet giblet pie. a wierd dish which I have not ventured to taste. We sometimes have delicious cakes made with honey In stead of sugar, which are a modern revival of a very ancient dainty. Harvest is in full swing. The lunch taken out to the men In the mornin-? is called "crib." and in the afternoon, "croust." "Croust" is an old word which has become ""crust" in our mod ern English. Womem Are Harvesting. The women working in the harvest fields give i true old-world touch to the Ui-.:.- a harking back to the Smiled When Gave Farewell and Recalled Julia Arthur she of the dark, lustrous eyes, the raven black hair, the tragic expression. It was in 1916 that Broad way saw her again on the stage. Soon er or later in this case, later they will come back. Perhaps the most conspicuous excep tion to the rule is Mrs. August Belmont formerly Miss Eleanor Robson. The stage has given up all hope of ever bad old times only pardonable because of war. for men must fight and women must work in the year of our Lord nineteen hundred and seventeen. Testerday I went for a walk, carry ing a basket. A tiny girl of 2, whose father is a farm laborer on the place, ran out to peep at me. She looked at the basket and smiled and said: "Daddy croust!" Clever baby. She is a great help and a busy war worker on the land. She can run down to the field with a big stick and help to drive the cows in for Granny. To her those cows must look- bigger than elephants, but she is a brave small person and speaks very severely to them if they Jo not hurry. We have another war worker who is 70 years- and more older than this small girl. She does her bit by weeding three (lays a week. She was sitting in the kitchen the other day having a cup of tea and talking to the housekeeper, who was getting our lit tle cups of coffee ready. She exclaimed in horror at the "doll's size of them" and finished up by remarking scorn fully that they would hold "no more than one clunk for master." "Clunk." I may explain is the local word for "swallow." One afternoon I went to see a friend and found her busily engaged In the aristocratic occupation of sorting po tatoes, superintended by a Girl Guide who was a potato expert. This girl, aged about 14. seems to know potatoes from "A to Z." She evidently enjoyed instructing us and under her able tearhirtjr we soon discovered t'at S-tr jPr's-Z Z TJ Is' 7 winning back the wife of the great traction magnate. Mrs. W. E. Corey formerly Mabel If Gilman Is another who has shown no disposition to return to the footlights but the "White Wayers" never give up hope. It is a fairly safe bet that matri mony is no cure for the stage fever. For everyone that leaves to marry a freckles were eyes, that green ones and little ones must be kept for seed, how to discern the. first symptoms of potato blight and which ones would do only for piggy. Spiders Spoil Harvest Time. The drawback to me in harvest time is the horrid little red spider, the size of a pinpoint, which gets underneath one's skin and digs himself in. They call them "harvesters'" or "Jiggers" here. No name Is too badi for them In my opinion. They raise big lumps all over one and a drop of iodine or 1 in 2U carbolic only seems to make them hur ry in the faster. Once inside they hold the fort until they die of overeating. How they do kick! "Alive and kick ing" describes them to a "t." fortunately for their unwilling host they usually die In a few days. But it is the late victim who rests in peace. Someone told me the other -day that, under the microscope, one of these lit tle pests looks just like an octopus. Which information does not make me feel any better when 1 feel one make himself a dugout (or a. dig-in) at my expense. I have heard some interesting- histor rical facts about the infirmary I have just left. It seems that some hundreds and odd years ago, when it was found ed, the principal benefactor insisted that it should take in any case of lep rosy in the county. So it was known first as the Lazar House. Even now the rules are that no infectious case l-rz? - yrr i millionaire, another who has married "comes back." The comedian of the girlle-glrlle show had considerable foundation in fact for his humorous observation fol lowing a road tour: "Every now and then one of our girls would leave us to marry a millionaire, but in a few weeks she'd catch up with the show again." can be accepted with the exception of a leper, who must be admitted, night or day. Needless to say no leper en joys the hospitality of the infirmary itself, but at this moment it is respon sible for the upkeep of a leper who is isolated on the moors with an attend ant. His expenses are paid from the hospital funds according to the rules of the old legacy. 1 suppose if a crowd or lepers came and demanded admission they would have to let them In. No doubt, however full the hospital was at the time, the other patients would hur riedly clear out and make room for them. Hospital Declared Haunted. It is a queer old building; quite re liable witnesses insist that it is haunt ed. There is a certain dark, stony passage leading from one wing to an other which all the nurses shun at night. They always go two by two down there in the dark; never alone. A place of suffering like a hospital may surely very well be haunted by the spirits of the tormented ones. I am firmly of the opinion, however, that not even a ghost has a soul so dead that he would haunt a nurse who had done her best to relieve those torments. Let us hope that in future hospitals will only be haunted by the laughter of the brave wounded soldiers. If I were a rich woman -and could found a big hospital it should be one of the rules that never, night or day. (Concluded on Pace 6.)
