The Birmingham age-herald., 1920-08-10
GABY BRIDEWELL

Just as l was going into the Lyric Monday afternoon. a few minutes be-
 fore the matinee. met friend of mine with an inquiring turn of mind, who
 promptly said:
 1 wherefore now. A-interviewing :?
 And who's the .victim?"
 "Gaby Bridewell," l said. She's
 niece of lovely Carrie BridewelL Bir- mingham's very own wonderful singer
 You remember she made such hit at the Metropolitan; Madame Sembrich
 adored her; she was her protege and all that. Isn't it nice that she has q blood relative who comes now to regale
 us some more of the lovely Bridewel! singing?7
 If she can sing one-tenth part as well as Carrie Bridewell could-if she is just half as stunning looking-why, she'll have this town in d swing in a minute" said the inquiring friend of mine, becoming greatly interested in the subject.
 There never was a more beautiful voice than Carrie Bridewells," she went on, and Annie Bridewell, and Rosalie Bridewell and Kate Bridewell oh' Niidi iiS tdtW Sii---lut WhDic family" Watch out" I cried. T write for
 a respectable newspaper, and my ed
 flor don't low no sich animal in the
 paper as a 'cuss' word'
 Well, there wasn't member of the family-that big Bridewell family" she started uagain-"and they sort of be- lieved in the Rooseveltian theory of l big family-who couldn't sing or play nr cnnathiDo musical The mother
 and the father were musical, as I re
 member, and now. dear me, I can scarceely wait to find out which one of the Bridewells Gaby is, so hurry on with your investigation and let Us
 hear"
 And I wended my way back stage to the neat little dressing room of Mademoiselle Gaby-I felt sure I'd caSl her Gaby DeLlys, and not BrideYell-
 and there I found the young lady sit ting before her dressing table, grease paint and powder and light house. keeping" utensils Gas I call the make up) galore, getting ready to Ego on." And which one of the Bridewells
 do you belong to-" I asked this lovely child-for she is not much more-with her great big beautiful gray-blue eyes,
 her dark hair and wonderful skin--as
 she smiled her greetings to me and ia- troduced me to pretty little Miss Mer- Hest voice of them all. I know Bir' Imingham will be interested to hear tha; almost up to the very moment of my grandm others death she sang beauti- fully. Only a few days before her death, which occurred just two weeks ago in California, she sang at the
 Woman's Club in Berkeley. Her voice
 was still beautiful"
 And Aunt Annie and Aunt Rosalie and my Uncle Charlie-oh, it's so nice
 to be in Birmingham. where you and
 everybody else knew them all, smiled little Miss Gaby. "and where they had so many, many friends. I was recently
 in Stamford Conn, where my Aunt
 Carrie has a lovely summer home--she
 is Mrs. L. c. Benedict now-and when
 told her I was coming to Brming-
 ham, she sent her love to everybody and told me to say that she'd like so much to come back here and sing a
 concert Her voice is even more heau-
 tiful than it used to be-"
 And your pretty little self-tell me.
 how did you and little Miss Merritt happen to do this vaudeville stunt?' l inquired.
 "Oh, that's. an easy question to an swer" Miss Gaby said. while little Miss Merritt joined in we met at coll lege, and we used to sing together and compose things. At the University in Berkeley where we went to school. we used to take part in the commence
 ments and the amateur affairs. and SOW ell"
 'T know I interpolted, you just sat up way into the wee sma' hours of the night and schemed and planned over these things, and then" "Yes then," Miss Gaby declared, "we had a chance through a friend of ours who was the manager of one of the | ritt.
 1 Kate Bridewel was my mothers name" said Gaby proudly. Her mar