The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1896-12-31
NEW YORK NOTES.
A Feast of News and Gossip Served With
Olive OH and Cayenne Pepper.
rsrecisl C,rrasronlence

you do not wish to dream Of all your
dead and gone ancestors, you must not
spare tine cayenne pepper when prepar-
ing the toothsome dish. The best welsh
rabbit ever ate was one prepared one
evening last week in a tiny up town
fat kitchen by Joe Emnet, the actor.
Emmett got a divorce from his wife last
week and celebrated by making welsh
rabbits for his friends. The actor cooked
the mess in a chafng dish on a range.
He threw the half of a bottle of beer
and big lump Of butter into the dish;
when hot, tossed in the cheese, but not
all at once. He put in an immense
amount of red pepper, mustard, salt and
the yolk Of an egg beaten up just at the
last. stirring constantly like a mailman.
Though very highly seasoned, the dish
did not disturb the sIum bers of any one
who partook of it.
Yvette Gull bert, the singer, is most
amiable and generous. She has done an
immense amount of Christmas shop
ping, which has consisted almost entire
~ of dolls and toys for little ones. She
is a devoted daughter, sending each day
a cable to her mother. She is the least
ulations over her successful debut were
being showered upon her and one wom-
an said to her, "Oh, you must have
sponded ironically, "Oh, oui, I was
loafiy wiz re facel''
Among the visitors who thronged
Yvette's dressing room on the night of
her debut was a young man who was
as q1l Gf q Gz1A
something which gave mademeiselle, as
she thought, clew to his identity.
f'Ahl You air from re World. ;" she
cried animatedly. 'sNo. Mile. Guilbert:
[ am from The Journal. I" .'Ahl From
re Journal And air you a reportaire?'
Well, no. t'Ahl Vat ees Get, then,
you do on re Journal?'' well lin
fact, I own the paper. . twas no other
than Mr. Hearst himself. and Guilbert
had accused him of being a reporter.
and. moreover. a reporter on The
Worldl Gould any break be more awful?
The opera season is we'll under way.
At the magnificent performance of ''Lu-
cia'' the night of the late blizzard the
Metropolitan was crowded with a gayly
attired audience. 1t was difficult TO
imagine as one looked about that any
where in New York were people dying
of starvation or freezing to death.
think nowhere in this great city does
one get so profound an impression of
what wealth can accomplish as at the
grand opera. The boxes filed with
women gowned and jeweled like prin-
cesses, the display of costly ermine and
velvet wraps ostentatiously and care
lessly heaped on unOcoupied chairs-all
the details of luxury, combined with the
music, lights and aoting-fOrm an en-
semb1e such as can nowhere else be Sc
cured. The prettiest women in all that
glittering horseshoe of boxes was young
Mrs. Astor.
Amid all the overdressed and under
dressed frumps. amid all the danes as
gorgeous as birds of paradise and the
debutantes az sweet as rogebuds, she
shone supreme. And so simply gownedl
In white satin. whose extremely decol-
lete corsage displayed a superb throat
and bust, with a cluster of purple or
chids on her breast and white feather
in her dark hair. she looked like a
queen. I could not but compare her
simplicity Of costume with that Of some
of the ragged out tagged out women
near her It really seemed to a locker
on that many of the women had strained
nations they could get up. Black even
ing gowns were very much in evidence,
and one fearful and awful dame, whose
mountainous expanse shook like soft
soap from the confines of her robe, was
so indecent and frightful a vision that
one invoIuntariIy shuddered on behold
ing her. Nowhere in the world can one
see more disgusting exhibitions of wom-
ans flesh than in the Metropolitan
Opera House.
Going in and out of The World build
ing every day is a trim little woman in
a simple black cloth gown; a woman
with hair as golden as maize and big,
1ustrous, sorrowfuI blue eyes; a wom-
an who has seen SO many vicissitudes
of life that she has come to be in touch
with every phase of human nature.
Harriet Hubbard Ayers name was at
one time Synonymous with business
success. But her business was ruined
while she was illegally confined in
lunatic asylum. Now she has plunged
heart and soul into journalism and is
one of the hardest workers in the army
of women who support themselves by
their pens. Through all her trials Mrs.
Aver has kept wonderfully good natured
and patient. If she had not possessed
the keenest sense Of good humor, she
would have been dead long ago.
At the Gilsey House the other evening
one of Chicago's famous capitalists was
pointed out to me-John B. Lyons, the
intimate companion of Marshall Field,
John Doane, Writ Dexter John K. Fair
bank and men of that standing in the
great western metropolis. Mr.. Lyons,
although over 20, IS a hale and hearty
man, a familiar figure in New York.
He owns among other vast real estate
interests so, 600 acres of oyster beds in