New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1899-06-25
S4RCEY AND ITETTE GUILBERT
THE CRITICS PASSAGE AT ARMS WITH THE
CANTATKGCE.
From The san Francisco Argonaut.

From The san Francisco Argonaut
Another Of his recent quarrels as called The
.Anaire Guilbert- sarcey.'' which " as started by
his declaration that YVettc's art had retro
graded instead Of improved He wrote.
Il read the other day, in one Of ihe many
articles which burn incense beforc her altar
every morning, that il was her ambition 10 act
in tra sedy some day and that she would aston
ish the world by new transformation. hope
that is jest. What an unbearabls manner she
has formed She drags on the last syllab.es
Of the verses with a sort Of prolonged moan
which. by dint of endless repetition. finally irrl-
tates the nerves painfully. She makes pauses;
you think she IS holding the word back merely
to send IL out more strongly; not AT all, she
puIposely lets the end Of the phrase drop or
utters 10 in speech so rapid that il IS Imposs bic
to understand anything. In the perpetual Jug
glery there Is an enervating affectation. Anec-
taton she carries into every thlng. thought
10 yself the saddest thing in al this business
is that at present all foreigners passing through
our city. cnticed 10y continuous and noisy ad-
VertiSing rush to hear Mile. HVette Gullbert,
listen in amaZement. and 20 of saying can
il be this that they are making such russ over
in Paris? And they take US for imheciles.'
Ivette maintained, with her teInlnln" huiilor'
that. SaIcey bought his seat he was no crlllC'
but mere spectator. and had lost the privilege
Of public abuse. To which he replied:
Mile. Yyette Gubert seems much surprised
that ! should have paid 30 francs to hear her
sing the other day After hearing her I'M
derstand her astoniShment She may calm her-
self shall not get caught again. However,
only half regret the expense. Ii IS true that the
songs Of Mile Yvette Guilbert are luguhrious
and sung with insupportable affectatlon hat her
letters are a joy Would 90 God that her songs
We're gay as her letters.
believe ne mademo iselle instead = wasting
your time writing letters. useless at best. you
would do better 20 mediate upon the advice Of
a critic who may be right even though he paid
for his seat. That critic strongly supported
and praised YOU when you urst ap' cared. be-
cause you then gave new life 10 the light. popu-
lar song boy little grain of originality. because
YOU had your own manner and talent II j. not
h. who has changed
Sarcey went on saving practical and Unaat-
tering things about the singer If chans rs. and
at last Yvctte GrOl ped her role # Witty inGner-
ente and superiority. and lost her temper Moth
ing could satisfy her anger but a personal meet
ing with her enemy. Accordingly she sailed
forth 70 No - Rue Dc pouai where VI Sarcey
lives. How much of the tale which the Eosslps
tell about that Interview is true. one cannot say
but the story goes that when the servant an
nounced Nile Yvette Guilbert' NJ Sarcey
pretended not 10 hear. and went on with his
writing. YVette waited minute. coushed. then
swept across the room 10 where her foe sat. be-
side his writing desk and gave the illustrious
critic sharp tap. which might have been play
full or might have been insulting. NJ Sarcey
rose with exaggerated courtesy and remarked:
Pardon: | was so busy with you in mind
that | had 20 finish my sentence before could
greet YOU in person. can l be Of use to you?
Pray sit down.
Yyette came to the point at once.
M. Sarcey. You are a cadH'
He bowed, with smile Of grateful recogni-
ton.
"A cad monsieur said madame in her most
blood -curdng tones.
You have said So. madame"
you are insolcnt who makes coWardy
attacks upon woman
oh are coming on. madame. Your style
improves. hut let me state that as woman,
Mile Guilbert is nothing TO me What may
say Of her public character cannot affect her
innocent private reputation
The sarcasm was too much for Yvette. She
jumped up in white rag
Il regret said VI. Sdrcey. waving his hand
toward the pile II paper his desk. that pile
Of white sheets must be covered before noon,
and il We havr no more 10 say % each other
The raging diyette seized the brass inkstand
and in a fash. overturned il upon thu sheets
They were o. Bee dirtIed. They are drtied."
she said. striking a superb pose. NJ. Sarcey
bowed
"Good-dav. madame. There still ink and
paper 20 boz fouud and be rang for the servant