Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1911-10-05
PAINT, MANLY FORM, NIMBLE
TOE TRANSFORM RUSSIAN
DANGER VOLDO INTO HERO
Rainbow Halo Vanishes When
Stagestruck Girls Wake Up
and See Reality.
BY ETHEL ROSEMON.

A daub of paint, a few skillful strokes
of the crayon and a generous contact
with the powder puff, plus a manly
form and a deep. sympathetic voice or
a pair of nimble heels, and presto, the
plain man you meet in the ordinary
walks of life and whose faults you
sometimes find a trifie too self-evident
for comfort, is metamorphosed into a
hero. capable of Transforming a bevy
of pretty and otherwise sensible girls,
into a congregation of hero-worship-
ers. 1t may be the 'for the memory
of my sainted mother l honor every
member of her SEX" or for the. sake
of your father whose hand I cNsped
on the field of battle ! will not permit
the company to seize YOU claim" that,
recited with head thrown back and
voice thrown out, captures the heart.
Again, 1t may be the graceful move
ments to the accompaniment of soft
music that sets the fancy dancing, n
when the heart and soul keep step with
the fancy then the trouble begins.
And SO 1t began for two girls Of this
city, Grace and Mary Cindia. The
prosaic life of the factory was to them
a sad reality; the romantic life of the
footlights was a rosy-colored dream.
Their MAJ be a pot of gold at the end
of this pretty rainbow, they reasoned,
so let us follow it. And off they went
in the of Philip Voldo, who
was to show them at closer range the
beautiful colors of the rainbow. This
Russian dancer, whom they saw on
the stage and afterwards spoke to on
the street, Is in the county Jail on a
serious charge. The romantic children
are at home, sadder and wiser,
There's nothing in it," says Grace,
the 16-year-old one. I'VE thought there
was and we got fooled. Any girl that
wants to leave her home and parents
for the stage is making a big mistake
If she thinks about 1t for a single mo
ment. All l can say is Never a~gain!'"
No, there's nothing in stage life,"
the 1~4-year-old Mary adds.
And two little hero worshipers are
hero ~worshipers no longer.
Oh, If all hopeiess lovers, all discour-
aged husbands, could step behind the
footlights and play a overnight stand
with their loved ones in the audience
they'd find no difficulty in winning
the hearts they desire. Perhaps, wives
and sweethearts would be grouped
around the stage entrance awaiting
their final exit. Maybe photograph,
locks of hair, autographs might be
cherished as sacred keepsakes. Who
can tell7
And yet these stage heroes are 10
better, no worse, than your fathers,
brothers and friends. Give one of the
latter a romantic novel to read to you
some evening, close your eyes and
imagine a soldiers suit, with brass
buttons and gold braid, or a kings robe
of royal purple and ermine, and last,
but most important of all, imagine the
lines he is reading are his own. Maybe
then you'n see that there's something
of the hero in most men, even though
their occupation doesn't always seem
to you heroic
Off the stage the actors don't talk
like story books, and maybe they
never think of one of the beautiful
sentiments they give you over the
~footlights. Many of them are fine men,
bright, clever III chivalrous, but
stripped of the glamour of the footlights
you, my little matinee girl. might be