The age-herald., 1900-07-30
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 business thou wilt have troublesome and unfortunate year.
 "A child born on this day will be very headstrong rash and impetuous; it should keep in employ"
 Astrologer Raphaers prophecies for Tues day July 31, 19o0
 Ask favors, travel and push thy busl- ness in the evening"
 Thou hast a very chequered birthday and wilt experience grief and losses, joys and pleasures alternately; see to thy health and that of thy family; thy business will increase; those in employ may expect pro- notion"
 "A child born on this day will rise rapid ly in life, but will not save money, as in its family or domestic affairs it will perience a constant drain on it's purse which will keep it poor.''
 Hire neither maidservants, nor men servants; do not bake bread or brew strong drink; do not go a-fishing; do not court"
 "All American women and most Ameri- can men feel something of a personal in- terest in her who was Jennie Jerome of New York, and who, as Lady Randolph Churchill was on Saturday welded to the young Lieutenant George Cornwallis- West at St. Pauls Knightsbridge, London" said a Birmingham man who dwelt many years abroad. Very frequently during the course of several years l passed the town house of the Randolph Churchills. No ? Con- naught Place. Edgeware Road, and once or twice had the happiness of being received there. Every house in Connaught Place is like every other house there, four stories high, eream-eolored stuccoed fronts, built in a solid block forming perfect crescent: some sixty houses all told In front is a halfmoon private park. along the straight edge of which is Edgeware Road, one of the busiest thoroughfares in London. The rear of No. 2 faces to the rear of the great mansion of Sir Cyril Flower a powerful Jew who welded a Rothschi1d, and who had nine daughters and no son; the Flower mansion fronting on Hyde Park, the worlds most famous pleasure ground. Often in passing along Edgeware Road to visit friends it was my good luck to see Lady Randolph mount her horse and go for a gallop in the park. It was good luck, for the reason that the American woman was one of the most beautiful women in Lon don, and one of the most accomplished horsewomen even in England, where the women of the upper classes are the best horsewomen of whom the world knows anything. Any man with a soul would wait hours to see such woman as Lady Randolph ride by, provided .-ere were a crowd in which he could hide, or a friendly tobacco shop near.
 By her second marriage this beautiful American woman, toast of London high life-and she remains beautiful on the sunset side of forty-loses her title and be- comes simply Mrs. ,Cornwallis-West Lord Randolph Churchill was not peer, but was a lord by courtesy; being the son of that Duke of Marlborough who was the grandfather of the present Duke, husband of Consuelo Vanderbilt. All sons of Dukes bear some courtesy title of the peerage of lower rank than their highest family titles. For instance, the eldest son of every sue ceeding Duke of Marlborough is known as the Marquis of Blandford, that being one of his fathers titles. Lord Randolph Churchill having been a younger son had prefxed to his Christian name of Ran- dolph and surname of Churchill the title of lord, courtesy recognized by law and enforced by custom as old as the English peerage; though it gave him none but so- cial privileges. His sons are each plain MT. Churchill.
 "One of the most familiar Anglo-Ameri- can stories long current in London is at the expense, so to speak, of MT. Cornwalls- Vests widow-bride and her American kin. Her father, as is well known, was the late Leonard Jerome, who, though very 'horsey,' was not quit so rough diamond his brother, the late Lawrence Jerome, popularly called Larry
 "One day Uncle Larry called on Neice Jennie at the famous No. g. He banged the ancient door-knocker in a manner that startled the whole of staid and aristocratic Connaught Place. The solemn footman in the orange livery of the noble house of Marlborough opened the front door in ir- ritation, and was not surprised to see a burly, somewhat unkempt stranger stand ing there and looking unmanneriy.
 'Wel? demanded the footman fiercely.
 Is Randy at home?''
 'What-you black uardr hissed the foot man, fit to faint
 . Is my Lord Randolph Churchill at home, you yellow ruffian?
 Hill call the p'lice hif you don't
 '' Hello, is that you, Uncle Larry? Come right on up here, Uncle Larry-Im dying to see you!-Jobson?' called the melodious voice of the footmans fair mistress in well come to the unkempt stranger and warning to the faithful Jobson. And the poor Jobson in the orange livery of the noble house of Marlborough fell in a dead faint as the stranger strode past him and on up to the private apartments of the Lady Randolph Churchill
 He was aSgreat good-hearted barbarian, that same great Amurerkin of ours known to wide fame as Larry Jerome. Whilst he and John R. Fellows of New York were staying in the Isle of Wight many years ago, they managed to enter the Queens private grounds at Osborne. The Queen was in residence at the time, and Jerome