The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1900-10-07
gre aieha nsiru gaote Sunday gorriua Gober z 1900
Her Red Hair
Is to Mrs. Leslie Carter
What Sarnson's Shock Vas to Him.

Sampson 8, lie IN HcI ndlFE
Do her red locks constitute the charm
that has convinced public slow to be-
neve in her genius. and are they the
magnetic influence that impeIled the IN
terest and cooperation of David Belaso.
when Mrs. Carter had nothing TO back
her plea but grit and hard-luck story?
Mrs Carter Indignantly denies that her
hair is her genius. and David Belssco
repudiates the notion that the red locks
figure for a moment. Yet every play On
which the playwright is working bears
the red stamp.
There is Ibsen's 'ewhen We Dead
Awake''-weird, fantastic and a bit ur-
canny, whose spiritually dead heroine's
only sign of life is the living torch of
bright red hair she bears
There is La Du Barry which VIII
follow, with Mrs. Carter representing the
famous favorite Of Louis XIV, who set
the bold fashion of discarding wigs be-
cause her own wonderful red tresses we're
the most beautiful in France.
Then there are "Carmela," red in atle
role, which Belasco is writing for the
opening of his new theatre; THE O'Rui-
dy'' and 1.-THE Red Badge of Courage"
by Stephen Crane, for which he obtained
the rights from Mrs. Crane, and The
Red Mouse,0 in which Mrs. Carter viii
bloom from homely, red-haired peas lnt
girl into the most famous beauty Of
Brittany.
Truly, redness dominates all things lit
erary and material IN the Belasco- Car
ter combination, and even at the busy
managers Office the ink. the letterheads,
the arc lights and Mr.. BeIascos neck
wear bear evidence of the vivid glow that
reflects from a head of red hair.
It's real hair, too. It isn't a Wig. nor
dyed, nor bIeached. It's waves and its
redness are just as nautre made them.
Mrs. Carter proved that to me yester-
Gsy. L3osouing the pins that fastened
the coils at the hack Of her nec%, she
let the I'D mass fall in ripping wave
that reached below her knees.
Small wonder the red got into Mr.. Be
lasco's eyes and plays and neckwear'
Everything IN the room was lighted, AID
every othe- color melted into carmirfe.
Its w)adcrfuI.' said. glanc'1r sh7ly
toward the roots, which were red.
whatever you touch it up with
'T assure you" Mrs Carter remonstrat-
ed
"oh, I know: Of course; but not for
publication j iFt between US two-wha'
is the magic?'
CASTLE soap, pure and simple. with
plenty of warm water. Not too often.
for it's a terrible task and means hours
of hard labor before It's dry. Then an
hours brushing night and morning; that
is what gives it the gloss"
"And what gives it the waves?'
''Thev came with the hair. Isn't Il
fortunate? It's the only thing L have to
be thankful for with regard to my hair
II has always been nuisance. When
was Httle-oh, the hours Of torture 1
underwent because of my hairl 1t was
quite bad enough to have been red,
reasoned; it might at least have been
short and thin and unobtrusive. 1t was
such an unanswerable challenge to be
called Redhead' the ignominy it carried
with it was so fixed. 1t brought me out
worsted in every quarrel, for L was
bound to resolve into tears.
"Once, suffering the shame Of this or
deal, rushed to my teacher for solace.
1t was the last time 1 ever needed it.
troking my hair until the sobs had
ceased, she said, My dear, your hair is
blessing, not curse. ONE day you
will realize it. Our Lord had red hair
Mrs. Garter caressed the red locks as
tenderly as her teacher might have done.
perhaps it has been blessing" she
continued, for it makes me individual.
After all, individuality is a harm; it lasts
longer than beauty.
DO you know, my hair has moods
real living moods? On wet days it grows
gloomy and snarls, and behaves in
wretched manner. 1t becomes a horrid
dark red, and rebellious locks break out
and fail over my face and neck, TO tam
talize me. 1 put on a hat on wet days
"a big black one that almost covers my
head-and go out where 1 can get away
from mirrors But the mood changes
with the sunshine. 1t catches a great
deal of yellow, and becomes most tract
able"
a breeze that had played across the
square blew in at the window and got
tangled up with the red tresses. They
looked like a shower Of golden red. and
Mrs Carter laughed delightedly.
do you know, 1 feel ten years young
er with my hair down This summer,
while I was abroad. we climbed the Mat
terhorn. When we reached the top my
head ached; 1t often does. from tho
weight Of my hair. slipped out the
pins and let # fan. We braided It into
two long braids and left so all day.
Il was the merriest picnic party I've had
in Ecars-all on account Of the hair.
IT'S the same way at night No mat
ter what the cares OF the day, what
harassments or disappointments or re-
sponsibiHties, when I tumble my hair
down at night the whole laod seems 20
melt away. and by the time it is brushed
and I put on my nighteap''--
your nightcap?"
Why. YES don't you wear a nizhtcap?
Wen. you should. Every one shoul II
preserves the polish Of the hair and
keeps II from rubbing against the Pill
low and splitting. I always wear a night
ca7. and I assure you # is not hideouz
either. Even nightcsps may De made at
trsctive"
And wigs can wigs be made attrac-
tive?''
y have seen people who looked well
in them" But Mrs Carter's expressive
fare Indicated that she would not Ike to
t.v #
.Havs vou ever worn oney"
'CS"
'7vo-,d yog7"
T DOME rec Row could. comfortably.
With ar th,s hair"
"B1t r Ire part demanded 49,
srS. carter SHOOK ner heaa. ana
thought Perhaps EhA WIS trying 20
picture berzsls II a black wig an resilzs
how strong para - her Individually
her hear really was
''yTouidn't you dye It. then to SUIT a
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