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ATLANTA, GA„ Sl'NDAV, AI’RII
I )< M \l I I/ ir* 7V M( in t/ i \ F i f-|\ ai -' lrs - Calhoun is one of the charming members of tli
/vllvJI / lllvll llvl 1 Ivlll v'l l gent, and her two handsome boys’are among the
larger boy bears the name of his maternal grandfather. James Trigg, and the little one is Abner Welllx
his paternal grandfather, the late Dr, Calhoun, one of Georgia's notable men. Mrs. Calhoun was .Miss M
tanooga, before her marriage. She is one of three sisters who are known as beauties, and is a charming
By POLLY PEACHTREE
an<l now,
I WISH to say here
in the most emphatic manner,
that I do not care if I do not hear
any more grand opera for aU. least
a year. I was present at every per
formance of opera last week. It
seemed to me that I ate opera and
drank opera. Opera seemed to ooze
out of the very pores of my body,
even out of my fingers and out of
my hair; and sometimes I thought It
oozed out of my pumps also. And
when it was- not oozing opera it
seemed to me it was raining opera.
I dreamed opera and I thought the
waiters at my hotel sang opera and
danced the ballet as they brought
my coffee and rolls in the morning.
The walls of the dining room seemed
to push opera at me. The very side
walks scried to hit me in the face
with opera. Even when I went to
bed, I dreamed opera. And oh. such
dreams! Somebody,—I shall not tell
who.—prevailed upon me to eat a
on Peachtree Street, was one of these
hospitable affairs.
Mrs. Murphy is always cordial,
gracioiiM and unaffected, a typical
Southern hostess, and she was at her
best at her breakfast party. The chic
New York young matron. Mrs. Ben
Gatins, was the honor-guest of this
particular breakfast, and she looked
stunning iti a French gown of gray,
charmeuse, the ."kirt draped in a
fetching French way with a littld
coat in eton effect and a collar of ex
quisite hand-made lace, as large as
the coat; a black hat shading her
flashing brown eyes. Caruso was a
guest at tiie breakfast, and so was
Scotti, both very much alive to the
beauty and graeiousness of the At
lanta women present.
Several of these delightful “break
fast parties” enlivened the week.
There was no other time to enter
tain at home and many Atlanta wom
en have a special liking to give the
visitor a home hospitality. It’s a
good idea, and worthy of Atlanta
' hostesses. Mrs. W. D. Ellis. Jr., gave
one of these charming breakfast par
ties, her guests being a group of
young tgirls invited to .meet Mis*
Eunice Jackson, of Nashville, Mrs.
Robert Maddox’s guest. Another
i breakfast of the week# was tendered
Mrs. Albert L. Mills and Mrs. Rob-
i ert Jackson by Mrs. Preston Ark-
■ wright.
might,
Everybody clean up—and clean
right.
walked around » veral times, and in
a critical way—all Harvard m^n are
critical—reported that the average
man at the opera was dressed prop
erly. That there were no moth-eat
en evening coats; that there were no
red neckties and yellow shoes; that
a few wore silk hose and pumps and
that a still larger number were well
dressed because of sntigly fitting
waistcoats.
But there
If you want to clean up and leave no
rubbish there,
Everybody does it and every one
should care;
Everybod,
stir about and clean up
anyhow,
Everybody clean up—N-O-W!
The poor little girl looked at me
in a helpless way. I do not believe
she understood me. It was like try
ing to drive a joke into the head of a
Scotchman.
was one waist-coat. he.
said made probably by the Fuller]
Construction Co., of white satin, with j
ample pioportlons even for one of
our most solid citizens, and it was
buttoned with pea green buttons! |
When the said .-.did citizen sat down j
and closed his eyes, there was room i
performance, and what happened to
me when I tried to sleep is some
thing I will not bore you with to
day.—but it was terrible! It was
daylight before 1 got to sleep, and 1
was haunted by Caruso's voice and
by Bori’s voice, by the blare of the
orchestra, by the crush at the doors
in getting into my automobile when
leaving; and always as I turned over
in bed a dozen times an hour, there
was opera, opera everywhere, until
1 said 1 was grateful that we had
opera only one week, every year, in
stead of two weeks, or a dozen.
J^OW, having said all these fine
things about Caruso and Bori, and
having witnessed the rivers of blud
on the stage, all week I am going
to ask all my readers to take off
their hats—this will include the la
dies—and give three cheers for Col
onel Peel and his associates of the
Musical Festival Association to whom
v.
i SEE the Shunts girls, as the young
Duchess de Chaulnes and her sis
ter. Marguerite, are familiary known
here by their former friends and Ag
nes Scott class-mates, have recovered
quickly from their nervous collapse,
following the burning of the Shonts
winter home, near Mobile, early last
week. Mrs. Shonts, who has not been
well this winter, suffered more than
her young daughters from the fright,
but was sufficiently recover*?? to ac
company the young women to New
York, on Thursday, where they are'
now at the Vanderbilt. The Shonts
home was a beautiful old mansion,
and I know the experience of seeing
it "go up in smoke”—to say'nothing
of pretty gowns and so-forth—must
have been awful. Reports say nothing
was saved except some jewels.
The Shonts sisters were great
favorites with Atlanta’." younger set
when they were students at Agnes
Scott a few years ago. Since they
entered upon their flattering Social
career they have visited here, from
time to time, Marguerite having been
entensively entertained in Atlanta, as
the guest of Mrs. Leonora Pace Ows
ley. the winter her elder sister became
the wife of the young French noble
man. Many of Atlanta's beaux cher
ish fond memories* of the two and Gol-
low with interest their brilliant Ca
reers. and the reports of their en
gagements to rich^poor men, nobi
men and others.
■■
1 KNOW that does not sound very
nice, but as Eva Tanguay re
marks on the stage in her nasal
singing voice at $3,000 a week,—“I
don’t care! I don’t care!”
Tt was in my system and I had to
get it out. Now, let me go on with
what I consider very important,
which is to say thijs, to-wit, as..fal
lows:
Caruso, the Careless—careless I
mean with his voice, and prodigal of
his strength is still the greatest tenor
in the world. You may tell me about
Zenatello, or any other tenor whom
you please, but Caruso gave all that
was in him to the people of Atlanta
during the past week,—and it was
magnificent! He never sang better.
His voice w'as never truer. It was
never sweeter. And while he is a
l it too stout to my way of thinking
and is no lover at all on the stage,
I am willing to kow tow to his beau-
iful voice, and to thank him and
the members of the Musical As
sociation for the privilege* we enjoy
ed in hearing him again.
"
TV/fUCH as I like Caruso, I am will-
A ing to take down my prayer rug,
kneel on it reverently, turn my face
to the east and pray three times
every day for long life and health to
Bori, the Beautiful. Y"ou and I have
heard Caruso many, many times. 1
heard Bori many times before she
came to Atlanta. But last week 1
heard her at her best. Never did she
sing so truly, with such warmth,
color and feeling as on Monday night.
A wisp of a girl, on the linos of a
Dresden china doll, her magnificent
voice rang out. pure and true without
any more effort than a canary makes
when trilling its most beautiful note3.
She walked on the stage as one in
authority. She was Ihe least ner
vous person in the house. Song
came from her with ease and sweet
ness that the sun seems to have
when it rises in the morning. And
such song! Lucky .indeed were all
of us who heard her for we may
never hear her like again. She is
just over twenty years of age, and
what nature may do, in the way of
♦ hanging her wonderful voice in the
next few years, no one can say. The
opera season will be remembered,
not by the magnificance of Caruso’s
voice, but by the charm, the grace
and the beauty of thus young girl,
whose notes are as soft as liquid vel
vet. (I think liquid velvet is quite
some phrase.)
t^ACK of the announcements of*the
engagements of two poptlar
couples of young people made last
week lies a story of friendship be
tween the two girls and the two men
which is unique. Since they \*ere
little girls. Miss Courtney Harrison
and Miss Muriel Hall have been
“chums,” and through their young
womanhood have preserved their girl
ish friendship. Lewis Turner and
Loring Raoul dated their Damon and
Pythias attachment to the days w’hen
they formed a partnership in raising
chickens on the Turner place, out
Peachtree Road, while the two were
In short trousers. Their chicken en
terprise was a financial success, too,
and the partners made almost as
much money as they could spend on
base balls and bats in those days.
They, too. have kept up their friend
ship, which has been strengthened
with the passing of the years.
The four young people made their
engagements public on the same day,
and they are going to be best man and
maid of honor for each other, when
the day of Fate arrives The two
announcements add interest to the
June wedding calendar, for both Miss
Harrison and Miss Hall are well
known and popular young women.
Mr. Raoul Is a son of the late Wil
liam Green Raoul, one of Georgia’s
prominent men Mr. Turner is a son
CALHOUN*
OVD SOS'
would be no opera here. Col. Peel
was of course congratulated on all
sides during the week and he seem
ed very happy, and Mrs. Peel was
congratulated and she was happy too.
And for the first time in my life 1
envied Mrs. Peel because—she Is the
wife of Col. Peel!
If any man ever asks me to marry,
I shall insist upon him modeling him
self upon the lines marked out by
Col. Peel.
As I read the above over, it seems
as though I am handing it out pretty
strong to Colonel Peel, but as I mean
it, I am going to let every word stand
just as it is written,
enough in the waistcoat to stuff an
old-fashioned pillow or a dozen loaves
of bread. It was ample in every way
—and then some—but what attracted
my attention most were the green
buttons. I hope green buttons for
men’s waistcoats have not come to
stay. They are very irritating and
extremely bad for the eyes.
M •Y big brother says that Robert F.
Maddox was the best-dressed
man at the opera. Maddox is not
overweighted with flesh and his
clothes are built on extremely Eng
lish lines—so tight that he looked as
though he had been melted and pour
ed into them. How he ever breathed
with that tight collar around his
neck. 1 don’t know. But everything
about his evening raiment was cor-
woman and made up my nnna mat
I had come to a final decision, 1
glanced in another direction and there
found others as beautiful and as
handsomely gowned.
I studied and fretted and fumed
over the question and I have arrived
at no definite decision.
Still I have a choice, and it is very
firmly fixed in my mind; and I there
fore name Dorothy Waters Gatins,
as the one woman who in beauty,
youth and good health and in dress
filled my eye completely. She was
stunning.
And this little paragraph is simply
to add a few more leaves to her
wreath of bays.
in on y was performed. I know nothing
of this. I care leaf. But I do know
that th# 1 Countess, an amiable little
woman, was badly treated; and that
she seems to have found happiness
at last with a real American man who
has wealth and a fine position in ex
clusive Boston society.
is one of the wonders of the Capita
City Club.
the bride The wedding party was
small, but there was an audience of
good humor and everybody wished
the )it!e Counters good )u<k in her
second matrimonial venture.
it is my misfortune to have n%et
Yarmouth many times. He is a cal
low youth of uncertain aim in life,
fond of screamy socks and neck
wear, and is as far removed as one
could Imagine from the sort of chap
an American girl would fall in love
with. It has been said that Yar
mouth. who was a chum of Harry
Thaw, brother of the Countess, was
really selected by the man who killed
.Stanford White as the husband for
his sister; and also it has been said
that Yarmouth exacted a considerable
sum of money from tin Thaw family
onl> <x few hours before the cere-
massage treatments in
J ASKED Mademoiselle Bori. during
an afternoon tea, if she liked to
f '*hg and she assured me she did.
i pressed her to know if she could
v»rite music. She said she could not
“rid wanted to know why T asked
her such a question. 1 told her while
we were having grand opera in At-
anta that some people were other
wise engaged, in cleaning up their
back yards, and that 1 had a little
verse that might be converted into a
s ong and I would like her to sing
Here it is:
| HAVE another paragraph about
■ Caruso, and it concerns the pleas
ures of tlie table. I am told that on
the afternoon of the day in which
Caruso is to sing he takes his hearty
m°al at 1 o’clock and it usually con
sists of a three-pound boiled chicken
with rice and a bottle of red wine.
After this cheese and coffee. He
eats nothing else until aft* r the per
form* n •*.
That does npt mean that Burton
Smith, great big strong. handsome
man that he is, Governor-elect Sla
ton, Willis Ragan. Maj. Jack Cohen.
Col. Clifford Anderson, Col. Bob Low
ry. Tom Felder and several hundred
others, were not properly dressed.
They were. A splendid group of men
they are too. Burton Smith radiates
health in every direction. Tom Fel
der never takes his eyes off of his
beautiful wife.
How Maj. Jack Cohen manages tn|
keep so straight and youthful looking!
AND MRS. THOMAS J. FEL
DER, former Georgians, who
have made their home in Paris for
the past several years, haye recently
visited New York, and I hear they
gave one of the handsomest small
dinners of the season in the Della.
i AM told that aome of my FAT
* yes, that is the word, FAT -women
friends living in hotels in Atlanta
are planning to take long walks and
massage exercises and various other
things to reduce their weight. As
I see so many of these over-weight
dames lotting around, F am not sur
prised that they are FAT—yes, that
is tiie word—FAT—and a ten-mile
walk every morning between K and
!2 o'clock, securely rolled up in a
thick sweater, will do more tor them
T HE marriage of Mrs. Copley Thaw
former Countess of Yarmouth
to Geoffrey \V. Whitney, or Bos
ton. caused only a slight ripple ol
exci.i men; at Cumberland Island. Ga
The cor* mony teok place at tiie honn
of Mrs. George Carnegie, sister o!
A'erybody clean up, don’t let the rub
bish lie;
'Verybody clean up and chase the
typhoid fi\ ;
lain—your—yard—with—all — your
m» w