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.
70 The American


LONDON, June st was "Hullo,
ag-Time," at the Hippodrome that
brought Evelyn Thaw within my
jurisdiction, as it has brought many
others who | 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 fluffed out; she was de-
void of the slightest effort at make
up her ivory white face and her IN
redeemed lips looking quite startlfngly
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
| 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?" | asked. You need
not answer"
ooh, I'm not like that" she said,
with the first wistful smile; 81 don't
mind recalling anything. The last
previous time l appeared on the stage
was in 1904 in The Wild Rose
We'll, on the Olympic, coming over
l 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
He has just married Shirley KEEL
logg. by the bye. l thought it over
carefully. for l was bit afraid, you
know" She seemed to take ii for
granted that | knew | did; l quite
understood. IF l had made the break
in New York I should have been
freak" she said. "Oh, there have
been other women who have been
through trials like mine who first
tried New York, and it was hopeless.
So when DeCourville telegraphed me
at Paris to come at once to London
1
to me. and l went, afraid, of course.
but you know I'm no novice at har-
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 was
me.
Il had 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 l 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. Oh! it was
terrible work. He throws me around
II am tossed up in the air and I see
q heels at an angle I never expected
view them. And I'm an old mar
riei woman, with stiff joints"
Evelyn Nesbit laughed. SO did 1
she was as simple and unaffected as
the inevitable school girl II was i'm
rGssible not to like her. She amused
ne a lot.
They sneaked US on at a Saturday