The New York herald., 1922-12-17
BY JEANETTE sHERwIN.

garet Orme, the biuse tcomdn of the
Dorld IN Charles DKiinghdm's pro-
duction of GdIsioorthys "Loydlties"
at the Gdiety Thedter. She Is the
daughter of q noted Australian
prima donna, Nine. Amy Shertoin.
and had I0ndce Jan Pdderetoski and
Mrnc. Mdrchese. the noted singing
teacher, as 0odparcnts. She made
her debut as Portia at the age of 16
and has played both Shakespeare
and modern drama In many parts of
the aoorld during her short cdreero
T HERE is something In my blood
that makes me cry, in the
L words Of John Masefield, every
time 1 hear a ships siren:
must go down to the sea again.
To the lonely sea and the sky,
And all / ask is a tall ship
And star to steer her by.
1t was that that drove my mother
Nine. Amy Sherwin. all over the world
TO sing where no European artist had
sung before, when / was not even
thought of. After was born she
took me with her when was three
years old on her Australasian tour
and that started things for me. At IA
I was studying at a famous old uni
versity town in Germany. at IT Twas
acting in Paris. at 10 / was touring
in South Africa, and two or three
years later, turning a deaf ear to the
advice Of all my friends who told me
that having made an initial success In
the West End of London should stay
there, j was off at the head of com
pany to play n fairly comprehensive
repertoire of classical and modern
plays throughout India and the Far
East.
How had longcd all my life for such
tour, The very names of the places
Rangoon. Kuala Lumpur, Penang
Shanghai. Tientsin. Delhi. Karachi--
made me travel sick to see them. and
overtopplng them all in anticipation,
was vision of the Tai Mahal. had
read THE Woman Of the Horizon and
II had me aching to see for myself
So, one day we set off-fourteen of
us. afterwards to become thirteen when
we shed one of our number. He was
the original stage manager. and he dis
tinguished himself, amongst other
things. by mislaying the balcony on the
occasion of our first production OF
Romeo and Juliet" played the ball
cony scene that night from a stepladder
held up by four brawny Indians, and
I'm afraid didn't concentrate on
Romeo as much as might have done
It was on that occasion, too, that Romeo
f.r L.. tttn fs,tv,
scene our mismanager suddenly shifted
the lights on the sleeping Juliet, from a
becoming amber to a sickly green, and
Romeo, out Of the anguish of his soul re-
marked
"Oh my love, my wife--whats that
old devil doing with the lights?"
The main thing about our tour was
contrast. One week we would be play
ing in Bombay. literally earning our
bread by the, sweat OF our brows, and
the next we would be up on the frontier
In Ouetta. where scorchlng sun looks
down through fog OF fine dust on q
gasping population all day, and the tenn
perature drops to below freezing point
AZ night. and one huddles In the dress
ing room. wrapped In furs during ones
waits trying TO get a modicum OF
heat from ~ charcoal brazier
But Quetta Is fascinating. IT is that
place on the Afghanistan frontier where
day by day the camel caravans bring
rugs from Samarkand and other places
with beautiful Persian names. There,
standing on the steps OF the comic little
theater. which serves as a picture pal
ace when adventurous people like our
selves are not using II, one can see those
same camel caravans meandcring
through the dust laden air. Quetta is
all chrome coloS--mud houses, dust