New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1910-11-19
WENT TO SEE HER SKIRT.
But if Really Bifurcated, Audi
ence Could Not Tell.
PSYCHOLOGICAL PHENOMENA
Personally Conducted Aeo;r nv
Mrs. Webster Powell at
Hotel Astor

! There was a good deal OF nie7s sbo,,. the
personally conducted bifurcata6 sl1tr.
hbit Of Mrs. Webster-Po =. IN -,
Astor last night
Baldheaded men came aar,,.
was far down on the prograr,,,a 49,. - So
Tied through various parcbad ra-toa. -
psychological phenomena as racorn+ed ~,
experts. They stayed late. The roo ehcz1
did not begin until $40 O'Clock and - wa
nearly II O'Clock before Mrs webster
Powell fooled them and sent them home
Her skirt was expensive black velvet and
fiji beautifully. She said there we're ideas
Of her own woven into it. The audience
had to be content with that. If it was
hifurcated. then they had paid their dollar
admission fee merely TO take her word
for II.
Mrs. Webster Powell beamed over her lit
tie surprise. and Signor Eugenio di Pirani
brought tears to his eyes by his work On
the piano The bass solo would have been
good. too. but Mrs Webster Powell said
the bass caught cold and had to STAY
away"
4 number of baldheaded men will catch
cold If that is found to be the easiest way
10 avoid meetings Of the Public Good So
ciety on the third Friday of other months
Especially a dark featured sufferer who sat
on the stage near a waterfall at the foot
of the Alps There was an evergreen tree
on his right. and on his left there was a
large woman with gold butterflies in her
hair.
The man studied the exit on his right,
but was systemat ical1y recalled to the scene
by the large woman. At these times the
man smiled at everything. Often the music
was distinctly pathetic. But he smiled as
he gazed at the chandelier. When the cut
glass rays surfeited him he gazed at his
shiny shoes reminiscently. almost affec-
tionately. The large woman touched his
sleeve. The way ne jumped suggested she
held something in her hand
A piano violin and cello were in the
hands OF masters all of whom were busy
and uncomfortable close to the bald headed
man. II he had Logged music things would
Rave been easier on the woman who was
experimenting him But there was some
thing pleading In his look as If he wanted
to be allowed TO 60 out into side street
and lie down and die
Any one looking for "a dear old lady
could have found hundreds TO choose from
in the north ballroom. All wore pink or
lavender or yellow. one who sat on the
platform was said to have million dollars
None Of the performers was serious. ex-
Cept the musicians and college professor.
The audience will never forgive Professor
H s. Woodwork. of Columbia University,
for not being able to forget that he was a
college professor He did not talk in cryp-
tic mOnOsyllahles His lecture was called
The Latest Discoveries in Psychology
The professor had prepared himself
pended upon where one might care to begin.
He was thorough, and began in the dim
and distant He became DINNER and dim
mer to the audience, and when he had
finished Mrs. Webster-Powel moved him
slowly toward the door, complimenting him
ali the time
Mrs Webster-P Powell introduced Mrs Cal
vim E. Hull as being the woman who keeps
Brooklyn society at her feet" Mrs Hull
said she had known the speaker for some
time and had great faith in her truth
fulness and would abide by her decision as
10 her own control Of the social life across
the bridge,
The Rev. James 3. WATSON was called
upon early in the evening to bring to the
platform the atmosphere of the clergy"
The Rev Mr.. WATSON was not present
which Mrs Webster Powell could not I'M
as she said he had promised to
attend.
a clergyman was felt TO be needed. Mrs.
Webster Powell grew radiant. She nodded
and made signs. viii Canon Chase please
come TO the PLATFORM" she said, her
cheeks blooming with pride and pleasure
Canon William Sheafe Chase went TO the
platform and said a few things. He did
not say he would not come again, but he
blushed violently and lacked that method
Of delivery for which he is well known.
Edwin Markham is poet-laureate Of Mrs.
Webster Powell's society. but he did not
read any original poem He told a favorite
Jest in which it was necessary for him to
initiate the song of the rooster, and each
time he did il the old ladies rocked in well
bred paroxysms of enjoyment Mr.. Mark
ham finished the evening few feet from
the baldheaded man who sat near the large
woman and the waterfall
At midnight there was a cotillon.