The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1912-08-24
BY ESTHER GRIFFIN WHITE.
There are celebrities and celebrities

or novelist or a murderer-what
boots it!
| You get your name in the headlines
in exactly the same sized letters.
There are, to be sure, various ways
of becoming famous.
A popular novelist of the day owes
the beginning of his conspicuity to a
clever hoax which involved the find
ing of buried manuscript in an iron
kettle, or something of the sort, in
some remote spot.
Later he explained it in the news
papers.
BY that time the papers were glad
to have the explanation.
1t was desperate eXpedient but
succeeded.
The man had gone the weary round
of the publishing Offices.
Manus. ript after manuscript re-
turned.
Scanty substance going in postage.
Meagre wherewithal to sustain life.
Later these same rejected manu-
scripts were eagerly competed for by
the identical publishers who had sent
'em back.
Their artistic and literary value, or
lack of value, remained the same.
That's about as near as you get to
it in the way of a genuine reward of
merit.
This reminds the writer of a story
Paul Laurence Dunbar, the famous
poet, once told her.
On calling at the offices of the Cen
fury Magazine, in whose pages his
poems had appeared, he was asked by
the editor of that great publication
if he would do them the very great
favor of reciting for the employees of
that institution if the latter were
called together.
Mr.. Dunbar affably agreed.
The audience came together.
81 told Them said Mr.. Dunbar,
that l would begin by reading several
poems rejected by the Century Maya
zine before I was discovered"
And thus it is.
How many people always knew it
after you became famous.
People who stood back to see which
way the wind blew before they made
any open declaration.
You'll always find lot of these tell
ing out of towners-oh, yes, knew him
very well-lived just round the corner
families very intimate-just run so
ciably in and out-we were the first
to recogniZe-when others turned him
down WE-thus grandiloquently.
Then they pull an autographed pho
TOR oy>1 0f hoiv- c1o
ish it under the envious eyes of the
out of town ones.
1t happened, to be sure, to be an old
one of the celebrity which they had
nabbed from the celebrity's environ,
as is the pleasant habit of people with
others replicas on pasteboard, and,
later brought to the celebrity and
held up for signature.
There is a lot of this.
1t is recorded of Henry Irving that
one day when, at request, he was au-
tographing his own photograph and
after writing
"To my dear friend" he looked up
and said, "let me see-what is your
name?"
Celebrities have many dear friends
scattered about in the offing.
All this, however, is not exactly
apropos, save, in way, to calling at
tention to "Chieros Memoirs" which
is about to be issued through the Lip
pincott Company and which will no
doubt interest big public.
For, say what you will, everybody
at some stage in their various careers
or development has, on the side, pried
into the occult.
Or what is so frequently mistakenly
termed.
You know yourself you have manou-
vered round dozen blocks in order
to make an unobtrusive entrance into
the side door of the clairvoyant who
will tell you marvels for twenty-five
cents.
Cheiro wasn't, of course, a clairvoy-
ant.
He was palmist, as everybody
knows, and palmistry has it's own
science.
| 1t has as exact a system as Euclid
And a literature.
And the pursuit of it's study is enor-
mouSly fascinating.
The writer once dabbIed in its surf.
And can tell this strange thing.
There is a certain sign, that, given
the proper palmistic mise en- scene, to
speak in theatrical parlance. means
that he in whose hand IL is seen will
die suddenly through an accident
| which will mutilate his head.
Idly one evening. when a group of
persons were telling fortunes" the
writer told this to a man of the par
| ty. For this sign was seen in the
palm in it's proper setting.
No one thought of it, however, in
one way or another, since the fortune
telling was all in sport.
A week later this man was killed in
a railroad accident when driving, with
some others, to a suburban town to
attend a dance.
And his head was mashed to a Jelly.
While there may or may not have
been anything in it" it nonetheless,
SO completely flabbergasted the anna
teur that she abjured further excur-
sions into the unknown.
Chiero was, perhaps, the most fam
Gus palmist ever before the public.
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