Saturday, December 3, 2011

Parisian Actress Jane Hading

A brief study of the art and the personality of the famous Parisian actress, with portraits of her as she appears in some of her best characters.

Madame Jane Hading - who isn't Jane Hading at all, but of that anon - is an accident; a happy, in many respects a delightful accident - still an acci­dent. Here it might be well, perhaps, to pause and remark that there are not a very great many actors and actresses whose suc­cess has not been due to fortuitousness; or, to speak more exactly, whose opportunity to display ability was not accidental. "Ostler Joe's" felicitous drawing room debut gave the stage Mrs. Potter. The un­expected badness of a Delesparre years ago, in Dublin, when Helen Barry was reveal­ing judicious Boucicaultean teaching as Armande in "Led Astray," led to Kyrle Bellew's trial rehearsal in the part.

Was Hading a conservatoire pupil? Surely not, My first recollection of her is that some leading woman in a play running at one of the principal theaters of Paris was taken ill, and Jane Hading, who was either "supering," or playing an unimportant part, came forward to substitute for the in­disposed "lead" at a few hours' notice. How did she know the words? 

Saturday, October 22, 2011

King Leopold II of Belgium

By E. Alexander Powell.

"THE best business man and the keenest financier in Europe. He should have been a Yankee!"

Such was the characterization of King Leopold II recently given me by a diplo­mat stationed in Brussels legations. And his Belgian majesty unquestionably de­serves the description. Belgium has profited largely by his business acumen. No sovereign in Europe has shown so keen an interest in the welfare, comfort, and happiness of his people, or demon­strated it in so practical a manner.

The less said of King Leopold's family relations the better. To say the least, they have been unfortunate, though his troubles have been exaggerated by an unfriendly press. As a ruler, however, he is ideal. "Merely a figurehead," the term commonly applied to most of the European monarchs, is not applicable in his case. He cares as little for prejudiced opposition as a Theodore Roosevelt. He takes as deep and as practical an interest in haute finance as a Pierpont Morgan. He forms his plans and carries them through as determinedly, as unflinchingly, as a Rockefeller.

King's Kava Ceremony American Samoa Island of Tau Manua Group

By Elizabeth T. Jayne.

Kava is the native drink of the Samoan, and is made from the root of the Piper methysticum mixed with water. During my stay in Samoa I had kava served to me many times. The most interesting of these ceremonies, for it is never served without some cere­mony, was the serving of King's kava at the Island of Tau, Manua Group. This native drink is perfectly harmless and has no ill effects whatsoever upon either the native or the foreigner. It has often been stated that tea uses paralysis, but I have made careful inquiry about this among the natives themselves and others who are au­thorities upon Samoan affairs, and they all tell me that it is a mis­take. Certainly no one, after seeing the way the old men and women, who are habitual kava drinkers, jump into the surf and swim, or walk miles over rough mountains densely covered with heavy tropical growth, could for a mo­ment doubt t hat they have good use of their limbs. It is the exception to find an aged person in Samoa who is inactive. The taste for kava must be cultivated, however, for, tho refreshing, it has a strong turpentine flavor, that makes it far from palatable.

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Sculptor Augustus St. Gaudens

By Mary H. Bothwell Horgan.

The words  "relative values" have a specific meaning not widely understood outside of the artist's world, but they also have a general mean­ing that the public might be expected to apply to such an incident as the removal of a couple of trees from the vicinity of the Sherman monument by Augustus St. Gaudens, unveiled on Memorial Day at the Plaza entrance to Central Park. Someone once recalled to a young man desirous of hurrying his education un­duly that when nature wished to make a cabbage she took a few months; when she wished to make an oak she needed a hundred years. The relative value of the trees sacrificed to the statue is about that of the cabbage to the oak in this case. In two thousand years the world has had myriads of noble trees and how many truly great equestrian statues? In our periodic returnings to nature let us not forget that sentimentality is not ap­preciative; that "nature is great and her science marvelous; but it is man who knows it." The tree represents a type form evolved to a comparatively stable perfection long ago, while the statue rep­resents in the highest way the possibili­ties of the development forever of that creative ability having at its basis the very same faculty of appreciation that prompts those who cry out at the destruc­tion of the trees. Art taught us our love of trees. That we should immoderately worship them is to be deprecated when it interferes with the perfect enjoyment of such a momentous happening as the completion and erection of this work of the greatest sculptor whom we can call American.

Mrs. Robert Lansing

Mrs. Lansing is a daugh­ter of the Hon. John W. Foster, himself Secretary of State in Presi­dent Harrison's administration. The Secretary and Mrs. Lansing celebrated their silver wedding last January. The following character­ization of Mrs. Lansing also comes to us from the same source as the excellent sketch of the very competent Secretary:

Since childhood Mrs. Lansing has breathed the atmosphere of diplomacy. She accompanied her father on his diplomatic mis­sions both to Mexico and to Eu­rope. She speaks French, the language of diplomacy, as only those do who learned it in their youth, and she speaks the Spanish, not only of Mexico, but of Madrid. It is difficult to overesti­mate the services which a lady of Mrs. Lansing's training and expe­rience can render to her husband in the performance of the social duties; which are only less impor­tant and even more exacting than those of a Government official. The easy grace, the charm of man­ner, and. the more than fair share of good looks, which are noticeable in Mr. Lansing, are even more marked and more noticeable in Mrs. Lansing.

Originally published in the Review of Review Magazines.  August 1915.

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Shadow Pantomime Forerunner of the Movies Lemercier De Neuville Caran d'Ache

By Brander Matthews.

A clever woman, recently desiring to express her acute disgust at the in­consistencies of our latter-day civiliza­tion, spoke contemptuously of "this so called twentieth century of ours." And per­haps we are justi­fied in the infer­ence that she did not think that this century was very much better than any other century. Now, we must admit that the world did not turn over a new leaf with the end of the year 1900 and that the seasons still fol­low each other with monotonous regu­larity. Yet there are improvements here and there to be noted by the observant; and the more observant we are, the more likely are we to discover that many of the things we proudly vaunt as new are closely akin to other things familiar to our fore­bears. In fact, it is one of the character­istics of this so-called twentieth century to seize on an old device and to utilize it afresh in a most unexpected manner.

Perfume Making in Grasse France French Riviera

By Jane Rosamond White.

The "azure side of the Mediterranean," as the French term the Riviera, ought to satisfy the restless desires of even the most world weary of tourists. There is the very perfection of climate, the wonderful coloring of earth and sky and sea, and for those who are not, satisfied with mere out-of-door life, there is the social rivalry of Nice and the excitement of Monte Carlo.

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Sixth Year of Qwong See Celebrating Chinese New Year Chinatown San Francisco

While gratifying my curiosity, and experiencing the pleasure of study­ing the habits and customs of a strange people during the recent Chinese civil and religious festival of the new year, it occurred to me that a short article giving the result of these observations might be of interest to readers, many of whom nev­er have had, and possibly never will have, the opportunity to examine for them­selves any of the peculiarities of this alien Asiatic race at present sojourning on the shores of the Pacific, apparently unaffected by contact with our Anglo-Saxon civilization, and which, while submitting respectfully to our laws when they touch its interests, or where its outward life comes in contact with our ordinances, still retains in the land of its present resi­dence unswerving allegiance to the cus­toms and traditions of its fathers, and recognizes with loyal and orderly obedi­ence the fiats of tribunals of its own or­ganization.

English Artist Phil May

By James L. Ford.

It has been said that Mr. James Mc­Neill Whistler, on being asked" What may be the future of British art? " in­stantly replied" Phil May."

I don't think that Mr. Whistler ever really said that, because it usually takes him at least twenty four hours to evolve one of the so called "repartees" on which his fame as a wit rests; but the epigram will live, not because Mr. Whistler's name is attached to it, but because it con­tains a great big kernel of unalloyed truth. Already Mr. May is receiving, in other countries as well as his own, the recognition which he fairly deserves.

Italian Musician Giuseppe Verde Opera

By Roberto Lazzari.

Verdi had both genius and a noble character. To this happy union he owes his fame.

Giuseppe Verdi, the humble son of a poor peasant farmer, was born in 1813, in one of a cluster of little houses called "Le Roncole," situated a few miles from the town of Bussetto, near Parma, in North Italy. When he was seven years old, his father sent him to the Bussetto public school, where, though he applied himself with a will to study, he soon showed an irresistible inclination for music. After a while, the father, yielding to the plea of his son, consented to give him the advantage of lessons in music from the organist of the church of Bussetto, who was also something of an authority in counterpoint. The elder Verdi also bought for his son an old spinet. Thus the boy began his beloved occupation. He was then eight years old. All the time to be had outside of his school hours was employed in music and in reading. It may be added that, after music, reading was the passion of his life.

Monday, October 10, 2011

Moated Houses Helmingham Hall Horeham Hall Stokesay Castle Hever Castle

By W. W. Fenn.

No form of dwelling so naturally suggests a perfect sense of security as one surrounded by a moat, with a drawbridge raised or lowered at the will of the inmates, as the only means of ingress or egress. There is a sentiment in the idea which no actual facts will entirely outweigh. By the same token a nation feels that a broad interval of sea offers it better protection from invasion than any other geographical barrier however strongly fortified. We Britons experience this sensation daily, hourly; by living in

"This fortress built by nature for herself;
This precious stone set in the silver sea;
Which serves it in the office of a wall,
Or, as a moat defensive to a house,
Against the envy of less happier lands:"

and very reasonably do we resent any attempt to undermine or neutralize the security af­forded by our silver girdle. Thus, however much modern ordnance may have rendered the moat and the draw­bridge useless and ridiculous as institutions for armed defense, a poetic fancy still c1ings about them, and makes to this day a "mooted grange" or manor house one of the most interesting relics of architectural antiquity. Such specimens as are yet to be found in rural England attract with the force of load­stones every searcher after the picturesque; for whether the structure be actually pictur­esque or not, there is a sound about the mere words "moated grange" and the like quite irresistible, calling up as they do thoughts Especially associated with pictorial beauty, not to mention their archaeological value.

Sunday, October 9, 2011

Jekyl Island Georgia Jekyl Island Club J P Morgan Edwin Gould Joseph Pulitzer

By Samuel S. Williams.

In his search for a secluded spot wherein to rest his tired nerves and to escape from the strenuous American life, the modern millionaire travels the world over. But the cable and the tele­graph wire have made the playgrounds of Europe mere suburbs of New York. Aix-les-Bains and Homburg, Carlsbad and the Alpine villages, once havens of health, arc now bustling with business and social distractions. The American resorts, from Bar Harbor in the north down through the checkered list of Newport, Saratoga, Lakewood, Atlantic City, Old Point Comfort, St. Augus­tine, and Palm Beach in the south have developed the same nervous atmos­phere. No wonder the overwrought captain of industry is willing to give a fortune for a single night's peace and quiet.

American Golf in 1903 Walter J Travis Eben M Byers Findlay S Douglas

By Joseph Freeman Marsten.

When Walter J. Travis won the title of golf champion for the third time on the links of the Nassau Club, at Glen Cove, in Septem­ber last, he estab­lished his right to rank as un­questionably the foremost ama­teur golfer of America. His claim to that dis­tinction had been clouded by his ill success in the tournament of 1902, when he was put out in the third round by Eben M. Byers, who was in turn defeated by Louis N. James in the finals. This year's contest fully proved what most followers of the game had al­ways believed ­that both Travis' failure and James' victory were accidental, or at least excep­tional, and could not be regarded as fairly repre­sentative of the true form of either player.

Donald McMillan Ju-Ja Ranch British East Africa Big Game Hunting

By T. R. MacMechen.

Ju-Ja Ranch, where Mr. Roosevelt will stay for several weeks discussing with Mr. McMillan the final plans for his plunge into the wilderness, is twenty-three miles from Nairobi, the seat of government in British East Africa. The ranch is a domain of twenty thousand acres, covering a tract seven miles long that ends in a sharp angle at the con­fluence of the Athi and Tana rivers. Immediately north of Ju-Ja, in majestic view from the veranda, Mount Kenia pushes its snow-cap nineteen thousand feet high across the exact line of the equator. Between the ranch and Mount Kenia lie the swells of the big game wilderness, which runs on in a northwesterly direction toward the great volcanic escarp­ment that shields Victoria Nyanza.

Helen Miller Gould & Her Charities

By J. P. Coughland.

Every great event in the life of a nation is counted upon to bring forth a fresh gallery of heroes to relieve the pent up enthusiasms of the people. The war in Cuba and its melancholy aftermath in camp and hospital brought, among others, Miss Helen Gould, en­tirely against her own seeking, into the lime light of publicity. As soon as the chronicle of her good deeds became known, preparations for her apotheosis were begun. The American may pride himself on his reserve, but he has almost a virginal sensitiveness to gentleness, charity, and kindness. When once, through any cause, his outward armor of repression is removed, it is not diffi­cult to touch his heart, and to touch it deeply.

Helen Gould endeared herself to the American - and perhaps all the more quickly because he had been accustomed to look for only negative virtues, at best, from the Gould name - by the splendid promptness of her giving. Doubtless there were others who gave as freely as she, and many who, proportionately to their means, gave as much; but their benefactions did not seem the same. We have a way of distinguishing between that which is given with the hand and that which is given with the heart. The giving is more likely to be appreciated than the given.

In the moil and labor of Wall Street, Jay Gould battled for millions. He raided and crushed those weaker than he, and fought doggedly with those stronger. He employed every artifice of the cruel code of finance. He re­ceived many hard knocks, more than his share, perhaps, and he took them like a man, and won; but he gave blows as hard as any that he received to many who did not win. Naturally, he left many sore heads. His methods were denounced, his name bore a burden of contumely, and honor was not attrib­uted to him.

General Lew Wallace in Civil War

By Henry V. Clarke.

When President Garfield made out General Wallace's commis­sion as American minister to Turkey, he wrote across one corner of the doc­ument - the lower left hand corner, to be exact - "Ben Hur - J. A. G." The appointment was partly a trib­ute to him as the author of that re­markable book - a fact that may re­call the days when the Athenians re­warded a popular speaker or a clever playwright with the command of a fleet or an army. It was also a merited recognition of his services as a gal­lant soldier and an able administrator.

Versatility is an American charac­teristic; but it would be hard to name a parallel to the career of the man who led the bold dash upon Johnston's forces at Romney, who turned the bloody tide of battle at Fort Donelson and again at Shiloh, who saved Washington by standing all day against overwhelming odds at Monocacy, who successfully gov­erned a turbulent Territory, and who has won assured fame as a writer by work of a very high and very unique order. It almost seems as if the personality of the colonel of the famous Eleventh Indiana Zouaves and the brigadier general in command of the Middle District must be a separate one from that scholarly man of letters who writes and thinks and dreams in the quiet of his shady garden in a Western country town.

Gordon Hotels in Europe Metropole Grand Hotel Trafalgar Hotel Victoria

During the last ten years there has been a great im­provement in hotel accom­modation in Europe - particularly in London. The British capital has been attracting a larger number of visitors every season. It is not only that there is much to see in the greatest city of the world itself, but London is the natural starting ­place for visits throughout England and Scotland, and the convenient stopping place for American visitors going to and coming from Conti­nental Europe. English enterprise was not early in recognizing the importance of London as a hotel center for summer birds of passage, and for the increasing number of well-to-do people drawn from distant parts of the British Empire, or com­ing from European coun­tries to London either for business or pleasure. But now London does not lack first class hotels. It is to the enterprise and good management of Mr. Frederick Gordon that London owes the development of its great modern hotels. Mr. Gordon is the President of the Gordon Company, which owns the large group of hotels named after him.

Saturday, October 8, 2011

Maria Van Ness Washington D. C. Van Ness Mansion General John P. Van Ness

When Congress, at its sec­ond session, held at New York in the mid-summer of 1790, voted to give to George Washington the selection of a site on the Potomac for the nation­al capital, that selection was not only left to the successful General, who had just brought the nation safely through the fires of Revolution, but to the Surveyor, who, as a young man, had spent his early life mapping out the plantations on its banks. Nearly forty years before, young Washington, accompanying Braddock to his sad defeat, had encamped on the very spot where the Washington Observatory now stands. As the young aid­-de-camp looked out from the door of his tent at even-tide, he remarked on the favorable character of such a location for the site of a great city. Since that day, Arlington, so beautiful for situation that de Tocqueville has said that no place in Europe possessed a lovelier prospect, had come into his possession by marriage. No day passed that he did not look across the stately Potomac upon those forest-bearing hills, now crowned by the public buildings of the Capitol, and crowded with the homes of more than a hundred thousand people. Those hills rose just across the river against the lower edge of his own plantation, and the two families that lived opposite each other, often exchanged visits; and on Sundays they always met in the Episcopal church of Alexandria. His daily contemplation of this place made him fully aware of its natural advantages as the site of the future metropolis. The two branches of the Potomac, between which the city is situated, promised ample room for that commerce which the first President always expected to centralize in his favorite city. Alexandria and Georgetown, places of large size for that day of small things, were to constitute its suburbs, and were expected to be, as they have been, swallowed up in the superior greatness of their common center. Nor is it unlikely that that observant mind was at all unconscious of the influ­ence of the proximity of a large city on the value of the plantation belonging to his wife, on which he then lived, and which was afterwards to descend to his foster­ children, the Custises.

Sanford B. Dole - President of Hawaii

Rulers sometimes meet as host and guest, but it is seldom that the official head of a government goes abroad upon a business errand. President Dole's visit to the United States is an incident of a sort that is rare in diplomatic annals, and one that shows the supreme impor­tance to Hawaii of the mission on which he came. Still more unique is the fact that what is understood to be his purpose is to terminate the existence of his own government, and surrender the independ­ence of his diminutive country. If he succeeds, he will go down in history as the first and last President of Hawaii.

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Human Hair Harvest in Brittany Normandy

By Charles Geniaux.

The traffic in artificial hair is a big business. It is interesting in itself, and quite a readable article might be prepared as the result of an inter­view with an extensive dealer in human hair in London or any other great capital. This information, however, is accessible to any journalist who cares to go and get it, and beyond bare mention it forms no part of this paper, which deals rather with the very fountain­head (the joke is not intentional) of this curious industry.

I visited one of the great Paris coiffeurs, and he made the startling statement that "when they reach a certain age - say, forty or fifty years, ­almost all the ladies in Paris use artificial hair, particularly those who wear their hair in twists, or who affect the archaic style. Why," he said, " do you know the price of a single kilogram (over 2lb.) of first class hair - hair that has been sorted, cleaned, and prepared? Well, sir, I do not sell it under a thousand or eighteen hundred francs, according to color, texture, and general beauty.

Thursday, September 22, 2011

How Spirit Wrestlers Came To Canada Russian Doukhobors Universal Brotherhood Christians

By Delevan L. Pierson.

A distinguished American missionary editor tells us all about a most remarkable sect, whose members, persecuted in Russia, recently emigrated to Canada. They eat no meat, have property in common, and offer no resistance to violence. The men refused to serve in the Russian army; hence the persecution. That the Spirit Wrestlers are a brave and hardy race will be evident from the remarkable photo showing the team of women dragging the plough.

It is not an uncommon sight, in some parts of Europe, to see women harnessed with dogs, and drawing carts or canal boats; but it may seem strange that in Christian Canada women drag the plough without even the help of a beast of burden. These women are Doukhoburs, thousands of whom have been driven from Russia by perse­cution, and have been welcomed in Western Canada, where they have been given land and other help to enable them to make a living.

Dance of The Seises Seville Cathedral Spain Holy Week Corpus Christi Immaculate Conception

By Herbert Vivian.

One of the special sources of ridicule in the proceedings of the Salvation Army has been its adoption of the dance as a religious exercise. But, whatever we may think of the par­ticular form it has taken up, we shall only prove our ignorance by seeking to deny that the religious dance has almost as remote an origin as any other form of religious ritual.

Every savage who can boast of any sort of creed includes some kind of dance among his devotions to his deity. The Egyptians, the Romans, the Greeks, all danced, as much as they prayed, in honor of their gods. And, after all, if the Supreme Being is the type of Harmony, and you admit music as an accessory to worship, why exclude the dance? It is certain that the Early Christians took this view. Saint Basil urged his disciples to dance on earth in order to fit themselves for what he conceived was one of the chief occupations of the angels in Heaven. Many bishops used to lead the holy dance around their altars. A tradition, supported by an apocryphal gospel, asserts that, after the Last Supper, the Apostles joined hands and danced round our Lord, the which, ac­cording to Jewish customs, is by no means unlikely.

Artist Artur Louis Halmi

By Winthrop Fox

Five years ago, the "Who's Who" of artistic swelldom, on this side of the Atlantic at least, knew no such name as Artur Louis Halmi. Today, that name is signed to nearly a hundred New York made portraits, mostly of dames, demoiselles, and children of the best social set.

Somewhat less than a score of years back, a wealthy young American with an amateur's taste for art found himself in that Mecca of artistic bohemians - Munich. Like the rest of the world, he saw in the Bavarian capital's fantastic illustrated journal, Jugend, a characteristic pictorial ex­pression of the exuberant younger spirit of the age, particularly the work signed by a new man, under­stood to be a Hungarian, whose illus­trative work was just beginning to attract attention. The young American sought out this exotic genius, and asked to be taken on as a pupil, offering to pay for his lessons at a rate not to be gainsaid. The two had no language in com­mon, and the artist's days were fully occupied. But he needed the money, so finally he said to the Ameri­can, "You might join me at the coffee-house at five, and we'll try sketching together." The plan worked out admirably." The American, having enthusiasm and some natural gift, actually. did acquire, in his three months' sojourn in Munich, a facility at rapid fire sketching which event­ually might have enabled him to qualify as a professional, had necessity so dictated. As it was, he returned home to New York and business.

German Artist Leo Putz Die Scholle

By Christian Brinton

Profes­sor Leo Putz is the most popular painter of the younger generation in Germany. Visitors to Munich, the veritable summer art-capital of Europe, are doubtless familiar with the work of that much discussed group known as "Die Scholle," of which Putz is president, but this is the first time he has been pre­sented to the American public.

Imprisoned in a small cabinet in one of the most interesting museums of Europe, the Munich Alte Pinakothek, is a bright faced faun playing merrily upon his flute. He fills the fore­ground of a typically sylvan landscape dotted with trees and rocks, a smiling patch of sky overhead, and flocks grazing in the distance. The picture, which is by Correggio, one of the most sweetly joyous souls the world has ever known, may, in a sense, be taken as the symbol  of modern Bavarian painting. It is, beyond doubt, the same care free little fellow, and others of his kind, who have piped happiness into the hearts of generations of Munich artists. He strayed blithe­ly across the Alps, bringing with him a mellowness that harks back not alone to sunny Italy but to golden Greece, and inspired the rude Teutons with that passion­ate longing, Sehnsucht, as they themselves call it, for the Southland, which has ever been a characteristic feature of their ternperament. There is, in truth, something fanciful and faunesque to their production, which can be accounted for in no other way. You find the same note alike in the early canvases of the searching and austere Lenbach, the stirring evocations of the Olympian Bocklin, and the sensuous ani­malism of Franz von Stuck. And not only is this spirit visible in art; it has also colored the social and intellectual life of the Bavarian capital. The Munich Kunsstlerfest, or Art­ists' Carnival, at times vividly recalls the freedom and frivolity of former days; while upon the diverting pages of Jugend, you will discover a playfulness which, in essence, is but a survival of paganism.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Devil's Corkscrews Badlands of Wyoming Nebraska Rocky Mountains

By Rene Bache.

In that wonderful playground of Nature called the Bad Lands - which might well have been designed for occupancy by communities of ogres and giants, so weird and fantastic are its landscape effects, counterfeiting with rocky spire, minaret, and buttressed fort a vast city of the supernatural - are found the so called Devil's Corkscrews, long regarded by scientific men as a well-nigh hopeless puzzle.

As the adventurous traveler wanders through the strange avenues of this myste­rious region, where everything is on a gigantic scale and man seems a mere pigmy, his eye is caught now and then by a huge spiral column of white stone standing out in relief from the side of a hill, and rising in an exact perpendicular, as if to uphold the rocky masses above. In places, scores of them are seen exposed on the face of a single cliff, always perfectly vertical, and having the appearance of pillars designed in a vanished and extinct school of architecture. Within an area of about 500 square miles in Nebraska there are literally millions of these curious objects, revealed to view by being "weathered out" of the sandstone formation. They are composed of quartz, and every one of them is carved out with a precision that might be expressed by a mathematical formula.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Palace Homes on Hudson River of New York Gould Stern Rockefeller

By H. G. Warren.

Twenty years ago no American young woman with a proper sense of the fitness of things would have deigned to consider a ro­mance in which the hero or heroine did not dwell in a "palatial residence on the Hudson." But, as a matter of fact, the greater number of modern villas that dot the banks of the Hudson from Riverdale to Dobb's Ferry have been built within recent date. Some, indeed, are in process of erection, and on many, the veneer of recently ac­quired millions is still to be distinguished. With few exceptions these magnificent villas are rarely occupied. They are not homes in the English sense of the word, for a residence of perhaps a month, in the year does not constitute "home life and often times these places remain closed, throughout the entire year.''

Augustin Daly American Theater Manager

By Adelaide Louise Samson. .

For the last thirty years Augustin Daly has been a unique and mighty power in the higher de­velopment of the drama in America. Mr. Daly is not only an idealist and a poet, but he is a man possessing extraordinary executive power and a keen intuition of the likes and dislikes of theatre going people.

Thirty years ago the stage in America had neither local nor European stand­ing. Neither actors nor actresses had an entree into polite society. They were considered a class apart, and this indignity, which they accepted as a matter of course, reacted upon the stage itself, and its social etiquette became more or less lax.

Mr. Daly entered upon his career of theatrical management possessed of a high ideal, not only for the drama itself, but for every detail that could possibly affect a worthy and dignified representation. He regenerated, by the strictest discipline. the manners of the stage; under his supervision the rehearsals were carried on with the strictness and solemnity of public performances; and Mr. Daly, advancing step by step, has gradually, through his own peculiar methods, founded a school of acting whose exponents have won an international reputation for the American drama.

Lillian Russell Actress & Opera Prima Donna

By S. L. Baker.

The latest reports from Berlin bring accounts of the enthusi­astic reception given to Lillian Russell, not only as a professional beauty, but as an artist who for the past fifteen years has been recognized as the best exponent of light opera in America.

That Miss Russell is a beautiful and talented woman none will deny, but if she has retained the affection of the capricious American public for so many years it is because she is also highly intellectual. She has not depended on mere beauty and talent. It is a well­ known fact among professionals that Miss Russell today studies as ear­nestly and assiduously as any pupil at the Conservatory, and for this reason each season shows further progress and flexibility of voice.