The Washington times., 1922-04-15
GRAF TON 'SPEN
DR|PPED HONEY
FOR THEM ALL
While Wife No. 3 Waited at
Home He Tore OFF Poems
To No. z.

NEW YORK. April 16.-When
the stammering. bashful swain finds
his tongue unable to express his
love vocaily, he may have success
full recourse to pen and ink.
Joseph Donald Grafton, son Of a
Pittsburgh millionaire. was doubly
capable. He could sway feminine
hearts with his spoken words and
with his written proffers OF mis-
heart.
The trouble with him was that
he was overgenerous in his prof
fers. He gave his heart to too
many girls. Three of them claim
him as husband. At least three
others assert he proposed to them.
And the authorities, who are seek
ing him on a bigamy indictment,
wonder how many others yielded TO
the spell OF his magic words.
The Washington Times presents
today some more OF his love out
pourings. They were offered to
Ellen Curley Mcintyre, a steno-
grapher, and Ethel Mary Muir, OF
"Tangerine," the Carle Carlton pro
duction at the Casino Theater.
Miss Mcintyre claims she was
wife No. 1. and that her marriage
preceded by seventeen days Graf
tons marriage with Peggy Davis.
"of the Follies." Miss Muir refused
ters, Esther, a model at Lucille's,
and Nellie, eldest of the three.
That the Pittsburgher's audac-
ity was boundless Is evidenced by
the letter printed here and written
by him on December IL last, when
he was living with Peggy Davis In
West Forty-fifth street. He left
her for an hour to step around to
the Friars Club. There he penned
TO Miss Mcintyre, his bride of less
than three weeks before, what he
termed one of the most fervent
epistles that ever a mans soul In.
spired.
While in II he lamented his alb
sence from Ellen and swore his
eternal and sacred affection, little
Peggy waited In their apartment a
few blocks away, expecting her
husband to return momentarily
from the business appointment"
he had gone to keep.
And Here Is the Letter.
This is the letter he wrote to
Ellen while Peggy awaited his re-
turn:
ELLEN darling:
II wonder II you are as lonesome
tonight as am. Gosh, didn't
know II was possible TO want any
one so much. II I had you here to-
night I'd be absolutely satisfied, be-
cause there wouldn't be anything or
anyone In the world I'd want. But
you're not here. I'm far from salts
fled. I'm going to hurry home as
fast as I can.
"It has all been 30 wonderfully
sweet since you have been mine, but
II will be much better when we can
get away from this clandestine stuff,
won't 1t?
Pm SO much In love with you
and so tremendously proud OF you
that l want everyone to know you
are my wife. You see, dear, you are
entirely different from any other
girl / have ever known. I've liked
other girls, but / never LOVED any.
one before, because ! never knew
girl could respect as l respect you.
81 don't know whether you know
II or not. Ellen, bnt you are really
SACRED to me. worship you and
reverence you as well as love you,
and I know Il will last as long as
live. Is that long enough. honey?
"All mys love, dear, all my Ten
Your DON"
Writes A Poem.
Adept in prose, he was not with.
out some cleverness in verse. For
instance, there are the poems he
wrote to Ethel Mary Muir, OF Tan.
gerine." when she was on the road
with Listen Lester" and with "f1o
Flo" This is one OF them:
You're everything I want on earth.
You're neat-youre sweet -
Ten milton Isn't half OF what you're
Your. fair&you're square.
You're wonderful--just wonderful.
That explosion of sentiment was
followed by:
Gee, I am wild TO make good, dear,
IN. .nd sSIDs. VI. III %ss' ss - aH0G erdSs Ss 10 yoS
1 deserve your love and trust
Came next:
'I wonder why, the more try to speak
Nv words set mixed In such a funny way
I'm a stuttetinH, stammerine bird.
I guess shes got the Indian sign on me"
AS breathing spell he turned back
to prose for letter and wrote:
I'm mad because~1 can't have you
here Detroio with me-"
His next offering said:
Dear Love; I cry, believing, hear me
swear
From now until the end I'll do my share.
Give me my rthefs faith and let me
bRsk
In her sweet iove--'ti. all my heart could
ask"
One day he penned:
"A scar / wear upon my breast,
where your dear head has lain.
And in my heart the love you gave
Droops like flowre slain,
The haIlowed moments, all too fleet,
That bound In one US twain,
Are like a cross of memory,
With crimson thorns OF pain"
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