The Birmingham age-herald., 1917-10-17
Cunning, Dainty, Diminutive Mitz (Hajos) is Not Perfume Nor Yet Drink Like Pousse Cafe
 But Just a Sweet Adorable Little Girl-ie Girl

| 1N M1ITzi (Iajos) is just a. sweet, ador- llWll able little girl-ie girl, and not c ss a perfume, or drink, all reports | to the contrary notwithstanding, although she's done up in a package just about as big as a rare Oriental perfume and she's just as sweet as the sweetest per- fume that was ever made from the fragrantest flower that ever grew. Mitzi long ago, five years, in fact, de- | cided that because her name was such a misleading sort of an affair, she wouldn't have it, so what did this dainty, diminutve young prima donna do but quietly change it. She tucked the Hajos away in little parenthesis and spelled herself "Mitzi1 the way she is pro- nounced, instead of Mizzi, which is the proper spelling, all so the American peo- pie could pronounce her-the darlingest, daintiest, dearest of girl-ie girls, and not balk over spellings and pronuncia- tions and all such prosaic things, when they were talking about her.
 What would you think if I told you that once up in Chicago out in front of the box office, two people were talking when was playing Pom-pom there. and one said to the other, Whats this Mizzi Hajos they are giving away With a pound of teal mean, er-er-, with Pom- pom?' And the other said: Blamed if know. And again in New York this time two stunning looking fellows at table next to mine in one of the big cafes were discussing me when one said to the other How do you like Mizzi Hajos? The other answered: Don't know; never tried one; are they like Pousse cafe?' Do you blame me after that for changing my narne?"
 said didn't, and then we fell to talk- ing about other things, she and repeat ing the very pleasant acquaintance formed similarly five years ago in her dressing room during the matinee at the Jefferson when she was playing "The Sprinfg Maid, and having the hardest sort of time speaking even one word of English.
 Mitzi is the youngest and the prettiest and the cleverest of all the Hungarian, Parisian or Russian prima donnas who have invaded this country in the past It years, and I forgot to say she's the very best natured; perhaps her youth explains this much-to-be desired quality. At any rate, the little Hungarian prima donna carries along with her a blithsomeness and a cheerfulness which overflows itself and her dressing room, and her boxes
 
 her men servants and her valets and her vassals, who always stand around when pretty foreign prima donna comes to town.
 Mitzi is the most gracious person im- aginable to interview" She doesn't make you feel like 30 cents by her as- sumption of the prima donna air of "Of course this is beastly bore to me- but great privilege to you, and only for the sake of my art would I be in duced to see you'' You know what l mean. On the contrary, the adorable Mitzi says: Come right in, Dolly dear; awfully glad to see you. Sit right here by me and let me hold your hand. Oh, no, not there; you'll sit on my dog; he's all cuddled up under that big shawl, and he isn't friendly to strangers. And now how are you?"
 Of course, I wasn't going to let Mitzi turn 'interviewer" even for the brief space of one single solitary second, so veered around and asked: Flows your pretty self?"'
 She answered with pretty little nod of her pretty little head. twinkling her very very blue eyes, and puckering up her very, very pretty little mouth, and dimpling her very, very pink cheeks and saying in very, very good, plain, old, every day American: "Fine; and aren't you glad I've learned to speak zee Eengleesh?" (This with an adorable lit tie grimace)."
 "Yes, I am," confessed 'for the fast time I saw you it might have been Es-