The Wilmington daily Republican., 1901-10-07
INTERESTING HISTORY OF
A SUCCESSFUL CAREER


Inc Is woman and success is due to]
her own will power and perseveranceAg
the interest is necessarily heightened. n
Yvette Guilbert was born under Ra
lucky star but she had much to con-sS
tend with before that star showed itselfS
in her sky. Many people remember
seeing the "divctte" in Paris when shea
was in the first glamour of her tri-H
uhlphs, and the children of the city Oh
hsht sat at her feet-a strange. weird 4
creature, slim and slender, her paleS
lace framed in red gold hair. She was
sarh@d IN vivid Srcen, with long black Y
gloves ru'lling on her thin arms. She4s
came with out3tretched hands and half Z
closed eyes and sank away her hearers,s
senses. That was genius. An Intimate s
friend gives the following story Of y
INette'S career: s
| First | see her as a happy child,
singing to the clouds on the golden
sands of Normandy village. She was
the daughter of well to do commercial
people. Reverses came when the father
died, and misfortune laid its heavy
hand on two hapless women. BY th4s
help of some friends, the young girl
|
! Pa isian drapery establishments Her
| life was none of the happiest, and her II
| health soon broke down. Times grew VI
| hard for mother and daughter then. #
| but the great love that bound them to- n;
| scther helped them to bear poverty u
| hand in hand.
at was then said Yvette as we sat
at lunch in Il fashionable London hotef j
1T was then that bethought myself \
of my voice. The music halls, with
their announcements of fabulous sums
paid to their artists, haunted me per-
petually. ! went to hear some of the n
stars and made up my mind that II
could do quite as well, if not better. 7&
Il studied defamation with Sam y
dral, and one day l came home with q VI
months engagement in my pocket. N
had stood out for my salary, and when "
they spoke of reducing it ] nobly> ten N,
dered my resignation. ! got on, how
ever, until one day | found my real y
public at music hall frequented by
journalists artists and some of the
cleverest men in Paris. My success a
was so great that it almost frightened ~
me. Ever since then fortune has smil- MI
ed upon me, and | have gone on climb
ing the ladder of fame 5
You have also raised music hall A
singing to fine art | exclaimed, S
i would do more. gayly smiled the
talented Parisienne. I want to sing the ,f
poets->uch as Baudelaire and RolH- &
nat, the latter an exquisite poet and u
musician. Come and hear me at the w
Baroness de Meyers reception S
Il believe Sarcey the Partisan dra- ~
matte critic, had quarrel with you on Y.
this head Z
Well you know there was quite
newspaper war about it, &S
You are looking radiant, and yet
you have been so ill., A
"Yes. I thought | would not recov- ma
er, and the public gave me a royal well
come back to life And then the sweet 8S
face dimpled and flushed. I am 50
very happy s
Mime. Guilbert Schiller is not only
fortunate artist; she is a happy wom-
an. for hers is quite an ideal marriage. Ny
and bid her au revoir. having caught
a glow from the strong magnetic pern
Of the artist A surprise
awaited me- for afterward I had the
revelation of the serious side of Yvettes
Iulbert's talent. Ia
"At the Baroness de Meyers brilliant
at home given at the Carleton, 3
Yvette. after a short and witty con-
ference, sang, accompanied by harp
md violin, the poems of Baudelaire and M
prefaCing each song by few ~
explanatory remarks What words can h
Iescribe the pathos and passion of her "
Incompatible voice, which in the sense &
# music is only an ordinary one. but
he makes It the voice of siren. now = K, (,
caring at our heartstrings, now lull-
ne us to dreams of distant lands! She "
ang of sweet sorrow whose tears have
o bitterness, of the eyes, so divinely s
Tended in grays and blues, that haunt Il
Il the poets dream. She sang, and. VII
Ike a water color, we saw the fair pas
ure lands of Normandy, where IA
'vely peasant girl. sweet and uncon-
'ious as a field flower, kissed the poet 81
ne sunlit summer day. In tones trag-
al and somber she sang ROlinat's T5
Idiot as he hobbled through the for 4
it. knowledsable of every bird or
east. charming the snakes and snar-
lg the long green lizards in their b
Doks ard crannies. AS she drew up
ar body and Missed she seemed a very ID.
lake charner herself.
Again. she held us spellbound when
thOugnt W" 1oll0Weu the ueau peas r.
1t's funeral into the misty valley as j
= lay in the cart drawn by two white
zen, who seemed so closely are man
i'd beast allied in nature, to be con-
ous of their burden. &
Here is, indeed, the real Yvette tho
'tist, the actress, the creature of fire 4
III flame, brain and heart who thrills
every note en- the gamut Of human
cling. Tee careful, conscientious,
ue artist who does not let her genius H
n away with her, but studies every ~
feet and carries us on her wings to
G realms of poetry and love-