The evening times., 1896-11-13

| Marie DRESSER, the talented and beauti-
full burlesquer, now playing Lady Slavey''
| in this city, has owned three names, until
yesterday, when she lost one.
She Was originally, and not so far back
either, Leila koeber OF Toronto, then she
became Marie Dressler, beyond the foot
| lights as a light opera singer, and in S94,
Mrs. George Francis Hopper. the heroine
Of domestic drama.
Today the name of Mrs. Hopper is strick-
en- from her list, by divorce court decision,
and she VIII feel all the better and dance
the merrier having only the other two.
The curtain has gone down Oh the do
mestic drama, and henceforward she pro-
poses to throw all her life, charm andtalent
into the gay role, because she wants the
public to be happier than she has been
She was granted an absolute divorce yes
terday by Judge Beach, Of the supreme
court, in New York city, from her husband.
Briefly, they ,were married May q, 1884,
and she lived with him six months, when
she learned that he spent IL good deal OF
time 18th another woman III Fortieth street,
New York city She did not ask for any
alimony, saying she is abundantly able to
care for herself
As an aside, it may lie said that George
Francis knew she also could provide
for him. but he was tickle, fat and forty.
THE COMEDY LINE.
Miss Dressler knew two weeks ago that
the unwelcome letters would eventually be
stricken from her.
She Will, however tonight be the iner-
rier for Il er liberty, but she'll have to drop
the gag line:
Il must see Abe Hurnmcll about it,"
The point OF the "a is that A be Hummell
is New York lawyer whoengineers many
theatrical divorces, and in that city the
knowledge OF her family troubles, coupled
with his ma me, IN ade the line a ''so.''
1t was task OF tasks to see Miss Dressle
at her hotelthis morning. She was not to be
walked at the unearthly hours OF 8 or 10
O'Clock, and the high-collared, small-sal-
aried clerk behind the counter was ada
mantine in his ass urance that she was abed
asleep and aversc TO seeing reporters before
IL O'Clock, and indeed at any hour. Her
manager, Mr.. Walter J. Lamb also was
barred out, and the only thing To do was to
wait till the dreams rolled by and the fair
Marie awoke to Washington, worry and
single life.
THE INTERVIEW.
AT IL n card ran the gauntlet of clerks,
bell-boys, maid, Miss Florence DressIer.
and then-"show the gentleman to No
Ill" was the open sesame pronounced by
The starchy fellow with Il frowu, in the
office.
so sorry to have kept you waiting"
said the long aited-for, retrousse- nosed,
prankish young woman with fluffy hair
aud smo:hered in soft silks, as she wei
coined The Times man.
I'm divorced; yes know How do YOU
like it?' Oh, were good friends; but.
dear, dear; a man must be mine. and wholly
mine. If he is to be Mr. DressIer' Ha,
ha! hal" she laughed. 1T was not so bad
as that; but, truly. George was too gay. and
we anicably agreed TO let the tide OF life
run between us.
why and here she paused and cares
sed a forefinger in white bandage. say
! did that trimming hat. What do you
think? NY scissors slipped and then,
slash! and | lost slice OF skin. 1t
hurts, too About George? Why to be
sure Well, / couldn't act and be jealous,
too, so 1t was hest all around to be di-
vorced.
THE LOST HUSBAND.
1.-THE dear boy as he used to be,
mean escorted me into court and out
again when | went to New York from
Philadelphia two weeks ago to testify |
1t was all done in ten minutes. The |
Judge? Why, he knew | was the wronged
one. Don't l look it? See those wrinkles? |