The daily morning journal and courier., 1897-10-04
HETTY GREEN ON SOCIETY.


 Right Stuff" For Her Daughter's S
 Husband-A Guest at a. Newport
 Pink Tea and Her Ideas on Mar
 riage-More Care in Marriages Would
 Prevent Making Wives Into Saul
 sages.
 Mrs. Hetty Green, the richest woman in America, with an income of $5,000 a day, has been among the butterflies of fashion at Newport.
 'No I am not going in for society,"" she said to a reporter for the Sunday World. You can say that Hetty Green is not going into society. She has got people dependent upon her for liv- ing, and she can't afford It."
 Her description of what she saw and her opinion of high life in general are intensely interesting.
 Now you know said Mrs. Green you know that pink tea was just beautiful. There were a whole lot of people there, you know, and they sang and played and teedle- le-deedle-deeded on the fiddles and a lot of things like that. We'll, now, it was fine. There is no de nying that. I wished Ned could have been there. He would have liked it. And so did I.
 But then you know that I'm busi- ness and don't run after such things.
 "Well, it was all flowers and music and a lot of nice birls like Sylvia, and nice young men like Ned That's what it's for, you know-for young people like them, and not for people like me that have others depending upon them for a living and have got to be up and doing. But young people ought to go into society. That's where they have chance to look around and see whom they want to marry. How are they going to know what kind of life partner they are getting if they don't go to these things and look each other over?
 Now, what do you think they will do with that man Laugart, or what ever his name is, out in Chicago?" asked Mrs. Green, abruptly breaking in on her own line of conversation. You don't know. Well, neither do I; but there is one thing I do know and that is that if people were a little more careful about whom they married there wouldn't be any wives made into saul sages."
 Here Mrs. Green paused for a mo- ment for an assent to this broad, gen. eral principle, and when she got it she went on.
 "Yes,' she continued, "and if people were better acquainted before they were married there wouldn't be so many divorces. Divorces are bad thing. Now, I believe when persons get married they get married for life. That's where society comes in. Lots of fol-de-rol and foolishness, but it's a pretty good thing Not for me, under stand-too many people depending up- on me. But it's nice, especially at Newport
 But I got away from it.
 q visited with a friend of mine in Newport or rather with a friend of Sylvia's. Sylvia had been promising all summer to visit her, but found it im- possible, and so just ran over there. Two factories, to explain it, you know. I went down to Bellows Falls to see about my four factories there. Two factories in that town have closed down. I didn't want to see mine shut up and a lot of people thrown out of WOFh. DO l "eIl uoNh ctIii tlle1l . the way I came to go to Newport and get into society.
 'sBut I am not going in for society, as I told you before. I was just there, and they had their pink tea, and couldn't get out of going to it. So I went, and had 8 nice time. Lots of swell people were there-nostly New York people staying in Newport for the summer. knew most of them, but I don't go in much for that sort of thing, so I stayed back kind of in the rear, but I could hear and see everything, and I liked 1t.
 Well, they wore white white dresses cut down a good deal more in the neck than 1 wear mine. Then there were flowers, you know; great banks of tuberoses clear to the ceiling and all over the tables and banked up solid at the ends of the room. The air was just heavy with their smell. And everybody looked very nice. The peo- pie who played the piano and the fid- dles and the other things were all pro- fessionals, I guess. I did not know any of them I wish Sylvia had been there. She is young and would have enjoyed it. But then, of course, she goes to a lot of those things, and it would have been an old story to her.