Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-29
As Miss Nesbit, Now Dancing at
the Hippodrome, and Booked
for Paris and Vienna.
BY ALAN DALE.

Special Gable to The American.
LONDON, June est was "Hullo,
Rag Time" at the Hippodrome that
brought Evelyn Thaw within my
jurisdiction, as it has brought many
others who l never expected to meet.
So with the open sesame of elusive
art as a gO-between, Miss Nesbit,"
as she is programmed here, received me
without hesitancy in her rooms at the
st. James Hotel, off Piccadilly, and
our art robbed me of qualms. 1t was
quite early morning.
Evelyn Thaw wore a loose peignoire
of a black, shiny something, slashed
at the back with yellow. Her hair
was loosely f1uffed out; she was de-
void of the slightest effort at make
up, her ivory white face and her un-
Redeemed lips looking quite startlingly
natural. She was as pretty as any
picture of-herself, and though the
edge of reluctant youth may have
frayed a little, there isn't shadow Of
a doubt on the score Of Evelyn Mes
bits charm. Never in all the ladies
I have professionally met have ]
found more SELF possession, a keener
noise and less self than
in EVELYN Thaw. She made me Won
der. She spoke easily, gracefully, re-
assuringly, without a trace of hesita-
ton or nervousness.
On the Spur of the Moment.
1T was awfully sudden she said,
as we sat opposite each other. Il had
no idea of going back to the stage
after all these years
How many" I asked. You need
"0b, I'm not like that" she said,
with the first wistful smile: Il don't
mind recalling anything. The last
nreyious time I appeared on the stage
was in 1904 in The Wild Rose
wei, on the Olympic, coming over,
I met a lot of theatrical people, among
them Lee Shubert, Martin Beck and
Albert DeCourville. They all advised
me to make the break especially De
CourvIlle. who is manager OF the hip
podrome. e,-,-, u,
1ozg nv the bye l thought 1t over
caTeFuIiv. for I was a bit afraid, you
lyroyv" She seemed to take 1t Tor
granted that I knew. l did; quite
S,9rJarstood IF had made the break
IN New York I should have been
'freal,'" she said. "Oh, there have
baen other women who have been
through trials like mine who hrst
tried New York, and 1t was hopeless.
60 when DeCourville telegraphed me
at Paris to come At OLNe ~ AOiiNoii
and appear I realized that it was up
10 me and l went, afraid, Of course
hut YOU know I'm no novice at har-
rowing experiences"
A Wild Turkey Trot.
81 was determined that nothing
should force any attention from me
TO that sort Of thing" She was now
an artist before the public. and / was
me
Il had to do a wild turkey trot with
q dancer. and he was hard to find. l
had seen Jack Clifford at the Cafe
De Paris, and I remembered that he
used to dance with Irene Weston, 50
we engaged him and rehearsed for
one week only at the irish Club, OPP
posite the Hippodrome. Oh! it was
terrible work. He throws me around
I am tossed up in the air and 1 see
my heels at an angle never expected
to view them. And I'm an old mar
ried woman, with stiff joints"
Evelyn Nesbit laughed. So did /
She was as simple and unaffected "a
the inevitable school girl. 1t was i'm
possible not to like her. She amused
me lot
They sneaked US on at a Saturday