The Birmingham age-herald., 1919-03-30

Daly chose three silver 1luStdrd pOtS anu spoons, and the Princess Royal and Princess Maud are represented by two silver ash trays and an embroidered sofa cushion.
 I must say that a good many of the princess presents strike one as being quite of the ordinary description, such as might come to the most common place bride. The Duchess of Abercorn. for instance, bestowed a large antique coal scuttle, while the Earl and Coun- tess of Albemarle presented an auto graph album bound in green leather, while somebody else gave a papier mache waste paper basket. I noticed that Ad- miral Sir David and Lady Beatty are represented by a really beautiful George III silver salver, while Mai Gen. John Biddle's card appeared on a lamp with a shade showing quaint futurist design.
 I should think it likely that Princess Pat when she sets up housekeeping is sure to have a room which will be en- tirely furnished in Chinese lacquer, while all the decorations and ornaments will be of Chinese jade and strange oriental materials; in fact, the most interesting of the royal presents are nearly all of beautiful oriental wares. Princes Pa tricia made a capital hostess on this oc- casion of the review of her presents. She stood at the entrance of the blue draw ing room in Clarence House, wearing a charming grey dress embroidered at the neck and waist with jade green, and she had a pleasant word to say to each per- son as they entered. f
 There were almost as many distin- guished people at Madame Clara No- ello-Davies' afternoon party on the same day as at Princess Patricia's. Madame Novello-Davies and her son, 1vor Novello- Davies, are sailing this week on the Mauretania for New York, and as sort of au revoir to their friends, they gave a most delightful afternoon at their beautiful flat in Aldych. As I daresay most people in the states know, Ivor Mo- vello is the very famous though exceeding ly young composer of much of the most popular music of the day in England. He is only 25 years of age and is one of those youths to whom nature has been particularly kind. He Is not only ex- ceedingly talented, but also more than ordinarily good looking. This at tribute, like his musical power, he in- herits from his mother, who is still young and very fascinating with her dark hair and eyes and her vivacious and charm iEgly expressive face.
 Almost from the beginning of the war young Ivor Novello has been serving with the royal air force, and he has proved himself an excellent and daring soldier. It was during the early days of the world war that he wrote the song Keep the Home Fires Burning'-that has made his name famous throughout the world, and which I heard sung over year ago in New York quite as much and certainly as heartily by soldiers and civil ians alike as I had previously heard it sung in England. At any rate. the Ivor Novello party was an immense success. Everybody seemed to be present in the quaint flat with Its strange oriental draperies and furniture. Lady Cynthia Asquith came with Lady Randolph Churchill while her sister-in-law, Mrs. Bonham Carter, arrived at the same time as Lady Islington. Mrs. Cyril As- quith was another well-known personal
 ty, while MT. Hugh Walpole, whose new book, "The Secret City" is being much talked about just now, was among the literary celebrities to be noted. The Countess of Dudley, in wonderful sable wrap, arrived with the Hon. Mrs. Maurice Brett, who used to be Zena Dare, while Mrs. Ian Bullough, formerly Miss Lily Elsie, was another theatrical celebrity of the past who has since become a social star who graced the occasion. Mrs. Bull tough, to everybody's delight. sang new song called Thoughts of You," which the composer Ivor Novello, accompanied, and of course there were many reminis- cent rhapsodies concerning the day when, as "The Merry Widow Miss Lily Elsie LOOK the town by storm.
 One incident of the afternoon Is well worth recounting because it concerns that very fashionable and famous portrait painter, MT. Ambrose McEvoy, who has made for himself a greater vogue as painter of fair women in London than did even the great Sargent in days gone by. MT McEvoy is anything but imposing ir appearance. He is a tall, thin, loosely hung individual who dresses with the nh hxyinr Ia ok of nj ct In his a pearance Tn fact, he is never really dressed" he just puts his clothes" He wears a scrubby, rather meagre and badly trimmed beard of reddish color. His hair is thin and anything but smooth, and I must honestly confess that his hands, though slim and well shaped, are not well cared for. But he Is so famous an artist that everyone regards his eccentricities as being an adjunct to his genius. At any rate, on this occasion of Madame Novello-Davies party, he ar rived at the front door carrying rather disreputable looking brown bag and soft hat. He was in a great hurry, and, as it afterwards turned out. was anxious to speak on the telephone before going into the music room. As soon as the servant opened the door he said, q want to go to, the telephone.' She at once interrupted him, half closing the door as she spoke. You can't go fin now," she said, ''the madame has visitors. You must come tomorrow morning" McEvoy blinked in a puzzled way, and said: "Oh, yes, but was asked to come this after noon. wasn't invited tomorrow morn ing But I must speak on the telephone first" But the servant was obdurate. She thought 1t was the telephone man come to see the instrument, and, as she after wards explained, she wasn't going to have him messing about when there was all those grand people listening to the music"
 Fortunately for the wretched artist, however, he was rescued from his rather unfortunate position by the Baroness D D'Erlanger, who arrived and greeted him with an empressment that at once con vinced the servant that probably she had mistaken the identity of the shabby gen .tyeman with the towsled head and the scrubby beard.
 am told that Madame Novello-Davies and her son are only stopping in New York for two or three weeks. we are lust going for rest and real good time" she told me. ITO me New York is mental and physical tonic, and l am looking forward to the time when Ivor will have his own passenger flying ma rhine, and We can fly across the At lantic for a weekend and see all the gay sights and delightful people that are to be found in what I think is the most wonderful city in the world''
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