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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