The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1912-02-29
NEW YORK REVELS
ON A HUGE SCALE


Ups. who are making the town one
eplotch of artistic red, turkey trotted"
and drank ilzz water again at b a
Martin on the occasion OF the new de-
parture in art being the 10th anniver-
sary Of the founding of the cafe. What
the Cute Cut-Ups didn't do to propriety
up to the very Wee. small our of the
mornin' would go through the y Of Q
needle.
They behaved in such risque fashion
that even J.. B. Martin himself was
shocked, n the correspondent OF the
Paris Journal des Arts, M. Rougeron.
was 30 wrought up ove IT InHr me- Tiers
weeping, declaring 1t was Just too
much like his dear Paree" for him to
remain any longer. The fun, which had
at 8 o'clock this morning.
Everybody connected with art and
wine received an invitation and every
body caIhe in costume. Even the wait-
ers We're dressed like bandits. which
part they played with the becoming
ease due to long practice.
The cherubic countenance of Edmund
Russell was missing. But his spirit
pervaded the atmosphere. Nearly all
his disciples We're present. There was
gown; Hattie Forsythe. devotee Of art;
Mrs. George De Wolf, Of Vienna and
Paris; Bessie Lafell, Miss Louise Ste
wart and Mrs. Bettina Wilson, in q
stunning suit Of tights. A huge paint
ing by Edmund Russell stood by the
entrance to the ballroom.
Some Of the costumes were just such
creations as only the wives Of the wine
agents could hope to conceive. Others
We're of the same daring. n q trif1e
more 30. One lady danced in a suit Of
harem trousers and wore a veil. She
was the cynosure of all eyes until she
lefted her veil to get a breath of air.
In the midst of all the wine sellers
and artists, standing impressively
clone. was the representative Of Apol-
l1narts Nobody even looked at him.
One lady named Slaughter slid out on
the waxed floor about 2 p. m. and
kicked restraint into ~tatters. She had
n leg almost entirely free for kicking
and looked as IL she were wearing a
silk track suit. Her costume was APP
plauded till the roof rang. Then the
Scottish bagpipers marched across the
floor. their pipes walling out in invita-
ton.
One particularly quiet miss In scarlet,
drinking in its beauty could stand it
no longer. She bounded on h floor
and began displaying q neat ankle to
the Jig of the bagpipes.
AS the measure quickened h showed
a little bit more, and-well, those in
the balconies crowded down on the
lower floor and from that time on no
one seemed to care just what happened.
r. Augustus Heinze split his coat tails
dipping to the strains of "Eeverybody's
Doing It," and the two Weber and
Fields show girls, Gladys Feldman and
Natalie Saymore, ragged" 1t with
him.
In the middle of the dance Hattie
Forsythe's string Of pearls, which the
Grand Duk Alexis gave her, parted
and rolled over the floor There was
a wild scramble for them. All the
guests played at this for some time, as
the floor was very unsteady and be-
haved abominably just when one was
about to stoop.
The Lady Of Mystery was there,
closely yelled and dancing like an elf1n
sprtte. Who she was that Hattie For
sythe attended SO closely and called
Dear so often vas a mystery no
longer when she unveiled later in the
wineroom.
During the evening she was known
as Mirlanne Danesco. World wide pub
licity and certain sorrow has not
dimmed the glow in her eye nor wrin-
killed. the pretty throat sculptors were
wont to rave over. She has taken to
studying the deeper poets now, and
finds relaxation once in a while in such
affairs as the Grand Bal Masque of
last night. Her first lame is Evelyn.
Just how much champagne flowed
into the 450 dancers the checkers will
tell later, but If general u~nsteadiness
and high pitched laughter is an indi-
cation, the vineyards Of France must
he ep1 La ryo1 next wear