THE SUNDAY ORECOXIAN, PORTLAND, AUGUST 21, 1921
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AZZ Because People Will Fall in Love Even in
That Make-Believe Behind the Footlights, Here
"Record" from
the Biggest Stage.
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Eleanor Martin of the caortia, wha
married Ralph 31 oro, a comet plax
er In the orchestra.
Winifred Skelton, the demure ballet dancer, who brcamc the wife of Arthur
Geary, the Taamnalan tenor. This started when she brushed asralnat him
In the Winers one night.
BT THOMAS B. SHERMAN.
THERE'S a great Bcurrylns about
in the land of make-believe! As
the curtain falls on the love
Ecenes portrayed to amuse, what
this that begins to happen behind the
ecenes? Clergymen, wedding rings?
O, yes! Love that is real happens in
houses of make-believe.
"We'rt all getting ' married," an
nounced one of the girls when a vis
itor called to learn why such a rush
bad been made on the marriage li
cense bureau. The Hippodrome was
once more to make a record in mat
rimony. If there's one man In the world who
would seem to be too busy for
thoughts of love, ft's the elastic gen
tleman who whirls through the air
and catches himself on a steel bar by
means of a recess in his heel. It is
entirely possible, though, that even as
he makes that fateful whirl he Is
asking himself whether Sophronia will
be on time tonight. And if he's a Hip
podrome performer and a friend of
yours, you might as well start look
ing for something inexpensive in
ugar tongs, because sooner or later
with the odds in favor of sooner
jou are going to be giving Sophronia
a wedding present.
Not only has the Hippodrome per
sonnel proved beyond peradventure
that even the perils of acrobatics may
be performed by reflex action, but it
has also pulverized at least two of our
heartiest traditions, viz: (1) That
familiarity breeds contempt; (2) that
all show girls either marry million
aires or deteriorate into boarding
house keepers.
They develop not only the many
Intimacies that are a natural part of
association in any sort of project, but
they carry these intimacies into the
movements of the ballet, the green
waters of the colossal pool and th
mazes of traDeze performances. Tet
the big playhouse In Sixth avenue,
New York, may Justifiably call itself
a hall of romance, for 19 weddings
among the cast of "Good Times," with
S9 of the principals drawn therefrom,
took place during the present season
Marriages of .Romantle Rapture.
As the post-nuptial records will
- show, these are not the stage wed-
. dings of the newspaper headlines
These are marriages generated out of
a fine, full romantic rapture. In most
cases they flowered among the piled-
' UP properties in the cavernous cor
ners back-stage.
Here one might have seen a pretty
girl in the gilded scales of a mermaid
hiding each day In the wings until a
breathless harlequin with his hands
full of hoops would rush out lor a
word or two and a hurried kiss in the
friendly folds of the big velvet cur-
' tain.
Out of this fervent episode came a
hasty trip to the city hall, a honey
moon supper in some little restaurant
in the Forties, and a transformation
of pretty Mildred Barton into Mrs.
Willie Murray. Both of them still
managed to amuse the thousands
without prejudice to each other.
The little love god. who considers
himself clothed and in his right mind
when he's wearing a baby-blue sash
about his waist is given carte blanche
around the Hippodrome, and perhaps
that is why he merges so easily into
many different disguises. Sometimes
he is tricked out as the gray-haired
old candy man who sits all day at the
foot of the runway on the Forty-third-street
side and peddles his wares be
tween scenes. He was In such a dis
guise when he snared a slim Blonde
youth named Joseph Brown a prop
erty man who used to come and buy
bag of candy during the entr'acte.
One day a little black-haired girl in
ballet skirts bounded up at the same
moment Mr. Brown appeared and
flirted outrageously with the delight
ed old candy man as she selected a
bag of assorted -sweets.
The next day Mr. Brown happened
along again as if by the merest
chance. And strangely enough he
found at his elbow the self-same
black-haired girl in- ballet skirts.
They looked at each other with curi
ous eyes of longing, and it is writ
in the book that once that happens
beneath the roof of the Hippodrome,
the nude little hunter considers that
his work is done.
Presently the two candy buyers be
gan to appear by prearrangement and
leave the ..theater, ,'rin in arm, to
snatch a bit of food between per
formances in a julet corner of some
tearoom. Two months later the big
stage was littered with rice and con
fetti. It was the wedding night of
Joseph Brown and Helen McDonald
of the chorus.
Principals, however are not Im
mune. Arthur Geary, the Tasmanian
tenor who. periodically disturbs the
rafters with his ringing high C,
counted himself immune to Bentiment
and be-armered against romance. He
survived several seasons as a matinee
idol abroad and in this country. But
the Hippodrome took him and made
a husband out of him.
A demure ballet maiden Miss Win
ifred Skelton, brushed against him
one day as both were hurrying out
of the theater. A few words were
spoken and after that he could be
found pacing to and fro in front of
the stage door and anxiously twirl
ing his cane while Winifred replaced
her dancing costume of . sequins for
her street clothes. Geary, -having
been a practical Joker, had to en
dure many a gibe, but he was too far
gone to mind that.
On his tfridal night, however, by
some strange trick of fate, all of the
tenor's clothes mysteriously disap
peared from the Hippodrome. All that
was left him was a gaudy oriental
bathrobe. He raged and stormed all
over the place with nothing but the
empty .auditorium to hear him. Patsy,
his dresser, finally returned to the
theater and succeeded in unearthing
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an ancient jumper and overalls, and
thus clad Geary went home to his
bride, who by now 4t being 3 o'clock
in the morning was almost frantic.
The love affair between Eleanor
Martin, one of the chorus, and Ralph
Muro, a cornet player In the orches
tra, flo'wered unseen, but none the
less effectively. Belfoy, the door man,
was the first to suspect. Every day
at half-past one, Bobby, the door
man, would see a white arm slip
something from behind the curtains
i'nto the rack where the musicians'
time cards are tiled, and a few mo
ments later the young Italian mu
sician would rush in, seize the note,
stand devouring its. contents and then
wander off without remembering to
punch his time card.
"It must be love!" said Bobby, who,
through long practice, had become an
expert diagnostician.
His observation would be justified
a few moments later when Muro
would rush back and place the an
swer to the .note in the rack under
Miss Martin's name.
Exchanges 8 Ilk for Gingham.
And now Mrs. Muro collects two
pay envelopes on Saturday afterrloons.
The arcade leading into the Forty-third-street
stage entrance of the
playhoUBe has been the favorite
trystlng place of Hippodrome lovers.
It was here that Happy Lamber,
singer and dancer, smoked Innumer
able cigarettes and waited for pretty
Doris Duncan, another chorus girl,
through two solid years of courtship.
Doris was one of'those who refused
to get excited even by the mad, mad
passion. Always calm and leisurely,
she was the last of the girls to leave
the building after a performance. But
Happy was always there. He got his
reward only a few weeks ago, when
Doris consented to become Mrs.
"Happy" and take- a brief honeymoon
as far as Central park.
When Happy wag doing his sentry
go in the arcade he was often ac
companied by Billie Weston, the
tramp comedian, and Eddie McArdle,
a property man. Bobbie Kerns, a
ballet girl, was the one who would
presently be swinging to the arm of
the embarrassed Mr. McArdle. She is
now his and he hers. Billle Weston
finally captured Poopy Guintlni, who
has changed her sillWn dancing frocks
for a big gingham apron, in which
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Helen McDonald, who met her bnsband, Joseph Brown, whUe they both were
buying candy between the acts.
the average during the run of "Good
Times."
"And the end is not yet. It is whis
pered from girl to girl that an even
greater number are being prepared
for the next season.
Camllle Galntlnl looked at Jack Glllard and he looked at her. She now draws
his pay envelope and calls him friend hnsband.
she presides over the Weston menage.
Romance is always 'in season at the
I Hippodrome, as the vital statistics
I show. Two weddings a month was
FAMOUS ENGLISH PORTRAIT PAINTER SAYS
AMERICAN FACE RESEMBLES RED INDIAN
President Harding and Other Well-Known Men are Cited as Proof of Startling Assertion, While Character
istics Also Are Noted as Reflecting Those of Lo.
T VERTBODT knows that the
H . American soldier was easily rec
- ognized in France, even if his
uniform was not there, to say that he
came from "U. S." The American's
free gait, his frank nature, his will
ingness to share his smokes and his
grub, 'And his 6ptimlsm, were a few
. of the characteristics which distin
guished -him. The story goes that
even in the dark one could not mis
take an American.
Such is the American spirit. Now
comes E. O. Hoppe, famous London
portrait painter and photographer,
who says that after studying many
Americans he is fifmly of the opinion
that there has developed a distinctly
American face, as well as an Ameri
can spirit, a face which is beginning
to look more and more like that of
the American Indian.
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Here are Mr. Hoppe's own startling
words:
'The racial mixture which exists
in the United States is going back
toward the characteristic of the red
Indian. That is strange but un
deniable. Is it something" in the soil
which reaches up Into the counten
ance? Another 6ddity: nationality in
ether countries is shown first and
most clearly In women's faces; here
in America In men's. No type 6f
American woman's face exists. The
American man's type is perfectly es
tablished." As evidence to support Mr. Hoppe,
the reader is respectfully invited to
study the facial characteristics of no
less a personage than President
Harding, and compare them with the
characteristics of the Indian face.
The reader will notice the sharp,
clear-cut, and finely formed features,
the prominent nose. The lips ex
press a firm, resolute, precise, and
exact character. They denote that
Mr. Harding, like the typical Indian,
has much control, and is inclined not
to talk unless he has something to
say, and then to the point. The chin
conveys will-power and menial force,
and a nature that will persist and
perserve in what the mind under
takes to do. Tet President Harding
is not charged with having any In
dian blood in his veins.
Before they plucked up their goods
and "went west," the Harding an
cestors had been residents of Penn
sylvania, where some of them in
colonial and revolutionary days had
been murdered by the Indians. Oth
ers of this fine old stock had fought
in the war for independence. On his
mothers side of the family tree, Mr.
Harding is descended from the Dutch.
There are . doubting Thomases, of
course, who cannot be brought to
agree with Mr. Hoppe's views, so
that explanation of the Indian fea
tures is necessary.
From the earliest period, the In
dian tribes have been regarded as
possessing what naturalists term a
set of suite features, such as aro
not only peculiar -to their develop
ment and physical life, but which,
taken as a wnole. form one of thu
, distinct varieties of the human race.
These features are the same among
all tribes, whethr' they be the Al
gonquins, the Iroquois, the Crees, the
Sioux, or the Choctaws. To bear out
Mr. Hoppe's contention with reference
to the American today in this respect,
It is stated that Mr. Harding, was
born In Ohio, Mr. Bryan in Illinois,
Mr. Schwab in Pennsylvania, and Mr.
Cannon In North Carolina.
Millions of good Americans today,
Mr. Hoppe grants, do not look like
Indians, but that is because, he
argues, they are either naturalized
themselves, or are the children of
naturalized parents. Ta other Words
they have not been long enough to
acquire the American characteristics
Mr. Hoppe's contention that the
American face is beginning to look
like that of the Indians consequently
excludes these examples. The photog
rapher's statements are based purely
on that indefinable "atmosphere," or
climate, or what-not which gives to
Americans of the fourth and fifth
generations the Indian "look."
FORGETFULNESS AT DINNER
IS ENTERTAINING TO GUESTS
Speaker Just Can't Get It Straight That Way to Man's Heart Lay
Through His Stomach and Everyone Bursts Into Laughter.
A el
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T THANKSGIVING time an
elaborate dinner was given in
he college dining hall for the
dormitory students. The faculty and
friends of the students were honored
guests. During the meal a pro
gramme- was rendered, part of It
being given over to toasts. I had
been asked to give one to the college
cook. I arose at the proper time,
started my speech, and got along
nicely until I got to the place where
I intended to say everyone knew that
the way to a man's heart lay through
his stomach, and therefore our cook
held first place in the hearts of the
students. Somehow my tongue got
twisted and I made the emphatic
announcement that everyone knew
the road to a man's stomach lay
through his heart. It didn't sound
right and I stood wondering Just
what was wrong. Then everyone
burst into laughter and I caught the
eye of the president, who led in a
round of applause, since I was his
private secretary and he thoroughly
enjoyed the Joke at the expense, of
the "dignified" young lady who did
his work. For the next two- weeks
when I met a young man who smiled
broadly as he tipped his hat I knew
the question would be "Do you know
the way to a young man's heart?"
E. A. T.
Such a rit-y!
I had traveled 500 miles to visit
my fiancee, and at close of dinner
while waiting for dessert to be
served I was relating what a wretched
luncheon I had had en route. I
ended my narrative by saying in a
tone of disgust, "And to finish up
with they brought me cherry pie with
the pits In It." Consternation seized
ma when I glanced down and saw
that my sweetheart's mother had just
placed my dessert before me, and It
was cherry pie with the pits in it.
R. II.
Aever Came Back.
We had just moved into a new
neighborhood in the edge of town
and had not fixed a pen for our 11
hens and a rooster, and this particu
lar day the grade door of the house
had been left open.
Across the street lived a fashion
able woman, and on this particular
day she had dropped in to pay her
respects. She had found me none too
well straightened up, with my cap
and apron none too clean. However,
making a Itw apologies, we sat down
for a little chat.
Right in the midst of our visit in
walked our roosters, followed by the
hens, having come in the open grade
door. I gave chase and succeeded in
getting all out but that blamed
rooster. I chased him under most of
the furniture and finally gave up in
disgust. Finally he saw the way out
and started, only to be met by him
self in a large mirror that had been
set on the floor. Being of a scrappy
nature, he ruffled up his feathers and
gave battle.
In the midst of the battle my caller
left, saying she would call again
when I was straightened up, but she
never came back. L. O.
Literary Effort Wasted.
Birmingham Age-Herald.
"I understand your latest novel has
met with a favorable reception."
"You are mistaken," said the author
gloomily. "The motion picture people
tell me they can't do a thing with
It."