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 q 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. It 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 fuffed out; she was de-
void of the slightest effort at make
up, her ivory white face and her I'M
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 a 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
poise and less self -consciousness 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" 1 asked You need
"0b, I'm not like that" she said,
with the first wistful smile; Il don t
mind recalling anything. The last
nrevious time l appeared on the stage
was in 1904 in The Wild Rose
well, on the Olympic, coming over,
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 nip
podrome. .,,-,-,. ",
lopg by the bye. l thought 1t over
ceref,Iiv for l was a bit afraid, you
l.now She seemed to take it for
Granted that ! knew. l did; quite
Understood. IF had made the break
In New York I should have been
tfreak'" she said. "Oh. there have
baen other women who have been
through trials like mine who hrst
tried New York, and II was hopeless
So when DeCourville telegraphed me
at Paris to come at once 10 LohuOi
and appear l realized that 1t was up
to me, and I went, afraid, of course
hut YOU know I'm no novice at mar
rowing experiences
A Wild Turkey Trot.
Il was determined that nothing
should force any attention from me
to that sort Of thing" She was now
an artist before the public. and l was
me.
Il Lad to do a wild turkey trot with
a dancer, and he was hard to find. l
had seen Jack Clifford at the Cafe
De Paris. and ! remembered that he
used to dance with Irene Weston, so
we engaged him and rehearsed for
one week only at the Irish Club, OPP
posite the Hippodrome. On! it was
terrible work. He throws me around
i am tossed up in the air and I see
nv heels at an angle l 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 az
the inevitable school girl. 1t was i'm
possible not TO Ike her. She amused
me a lot
They sneaked US on at Saturday