The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1916-02-28

even on the English stage II u perfect
ly complete and harmonious and witty
snd amusing and satisfying. The cast
is faultless. Every actor In the sRfn OF
his part gives the performance an air
OF sincere reality. Nothing Is overdone
and every smallest detail, even 70 the
/ cut Jet buttons on Sir George Alexanders
evening coat and wsistcoat, Ia exquisite
Leonard Boyne, having recovered from
rather trying illness, played Sir Tim
othy Borroden with an unctuous brorue-
He told me his daughter, Miss Leonard
Boyne, was charmed with America
Elizabeth Asquith, who lately married
Bonham Carter. her fathers secretary,
has taken Marie Tempests house, near
Portland Square. Not only In her dress
has Miss Tempest exquisite taste, but
she excels as a decorative artist; SO very
! few changes have been made IN getting
ready her late charming abode for the
bride. The modern bride In her restless
search for novelty has cutie abandoned
the sweet regulation bridal costume. Miss
Asquith wore, for example a sort Of
Elizabethan costume, q very long white
and gold brocade train carried by little
pages, and q white satin gown made with
a square neck and long, tight sleeves,
| finished with puffs at the shoulders and
again at the elbows. Her bouquet and
wreath were of myrtle. The bride has 9
Burne-Jones style OF face, serious dark
eyes, dark hair worn in wings over her
forehead. a rather large. full mouth and
a well-defined Jaw: so the fiat wreath
OF dull green and myrtle buds was be-
coming to her. But orange flowers are
more beautiful for a bride and they
hold myriads Of tender and touching
memories.
Last Sunday. Lady ST. Heller lent 81
Portland place her large and delightful
l.
music by n. Mitrinovic, a black-haired,
swarthy young man OF determined as
pect speaking with a strong foreign &C
cent but dehantly asserting himself
through an abundant voca bulary.
! The program began with the Serbian
national anthem. II bears striking re-
seublence TO God Save the King" Then
came a "Rocovet'' baskeD Of peasant
songs, Wild. sad and filled with longing.
He described them as the music Of a
people oppressed and striving for VIC
tory, not like Russian music. sad. but
| triumphant. The three national dances
were slow and stately IN movement.
There was little gayety In them, but
| the rhythm was charming and tie nu-
sic, clear and pure, was suggestive and
agreeable. NJ. Mitrinovic sa!d that only
a stngle-minded people could write and
understand such direct and simple har-
monies. Then followed Solitude" en-
exquisite song. by Miloyevich. NJ Mitrin-
ovic described II as "melancholicslly''
written. And why mott II prettily.
sweetly. agreesbly, why not '-melsncholl-
callyT Evidently the word pleased him
almost as much as It did me- for he
brought It forward many tirues during
his little talk. The twist at the tail Of
melancholy robs It OF hopeless sadness;
"cally'' contains a certain amount OF up
lift as II the sadness might be over
come. Yes certainly NJ Mltr'Iovic has
added a word to the English language.
But what a change the war has made
in entertainingI Lady St Heler's hos
Her closest friends are all III mourning.
The streets are so dark that only half
a dozen people stayed to tea
Sir John Raynsford, who lives IN Nor
folk, told me that the night the Yep
pelins passed over his house, dropping
bombs near enough to make II shake and
tremble while his daughter stood In the
hall terrified by the terrific noise, the
cook came from the kitchen and said IN
quiet voice, II can't get the jelly to
set, aam." The next morning at
short distance from the house there were
( great round. smooth holes as II the earth
had been scooped out by some gigantic
machine.
! We are looking out for zeppelIns again.
Last evening I went TO see the Golden
Sandersons. a beautiful young couple-he
! is a grandson Of the great Golden His
mother is well known in America hsv-
| ing lectured there. They live IN St
! Johns Wood. II was a long, dark drive
on the>top OF an omnibus, but the whole
| Of the heavens were illumined by giant
white searchlights. They looked like
strong moving comets. and I felt that
nothing could escape their constant
search Of the far horizon.