The Birmingham age-herald., 1915-06-27

A COREY MUNSON is going to be "A married. She is the girl who posed 'A ~' for Mrs. Harry Payne Whitney's angels and for Furio Piccirilli's Autumn and Winter, and whose face appears above the Little Theatre and on the walls of the Astor Hotel in New York; whose head is seen on all the medals, and whose figure is reproduced in most of the statu ary of the Panama-Paciic Exposition in all kinds of dress and undress. Yes, that's the girl. Of course everyone who has a scrap of sentiment left in her or him will want to know all about it.
 The bridegroom? Yes, he is more or less important. It has been noted that although kept considerably in the back ground and generally overlooked and ig- nored, you cant have a wedding without one. He is in this case Guiseppi Dinelll. The Marquis Guiseppi Dinelli, if you please. His father is a Chevalier. The family is an old and noble one, of a name revered in Italy,
 But the Marquis DineIli was not of the langud blood that would permit him to remain in Italy and on the old estates and beneath the blue skies and amid the blue lakes of his native country, dream ing of the greatness of his ancestors. No. the blood of the Dinellis is rather that of a Columbus than of one of the iudolent Doges of Venice. He came to the country discovered by his country man. Because he played so well the piano and the violoncello he opened a studio in New York. First for his own amusement, afterwards because those who admired the feathery touches of his fingers upon the piano and the human tones he drew from the violin asked him for lessons on those instruments.
 ynnptp every romance is that meeting. Every one wants to know how and when Cupid manouvered the first glance of the eye and first throb of the heart that told them love had come. What is romantic is of soul romantic, but 1t may possess a prosaic semblence. The meeting of the Marquis Dinelli and of Audrey Munson, the most reproduced girl in the world, oc- cured outside millinery shop.
 Cupid had it that both were moved at the same instant to stop before show window in which reposed a hat butterfly like in its lightness. Both looked at the gauzy creation. Both admired the pose of the crisp blue ribbon bow on the crown of the hat, as though bird had alighted unon a drift of snow. From the hat they glanced at each other.
 Fame brushes away stupid conven- lions. especially if that fame has been won in upper Bohemia. The Marquis's hat came off in a sweeping bow.
 "Pardon me-" The tone of polite ltal- ian is like a caress. "You are Miss Au- drey Munson, the famous model. l could but know you since your pictures are m all the papers. May l introduce myself! I, too, am disciple of art.'N
 The girl with the clear, childlike gray eyes, the innocent smile and the Madonna aspect, further emphasized by hair parted in the middle and waving smoothly away from her temples and covering her ears, read the card extended, looked up lngen' uously and exclaimed:
 "You are the first nobleman l ever saw. Is it not wonderful to have title?"
 'You think so? I am glad. But care much more for art. Will you permit me to make some photographs of you??"
 Miss Audrey Munson, who is eighteen
 and a mothers girl, took her Marquis Q straight home to the simple little nat a
 the corner of West End avenue and Sev
 entieth street, and presented him to hel