The Birmingham age-herald., 1922-02-17
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She has come and gone--the in- comparable Pavlowa-chnd of earth and fairyland. creature of poesy aud fantasy
 Like sylphide from some en- ehanted land-the "Isle of Dreams"- or perhaps wayfarer drifting adown the "Road-to- Might Have Been" all light, and lit, and laughter!
 She was like the mote of light one throws with mirror-as children do that flickers and flits and plays ID and down the walls and trembies for q moment like & butterfly sippiag the dew on the flower-and then flies away again.
 She hustles your heart away from you-whether you will or not-in the way wee kiddie" might with graceful motionng and tossing and racing and coaxing fingers and feet that dance like jingle bells on .he end of a slender thread,
 She dances like a sinner-but what is that if it warns the cockels of your heart and makes you smile and smile and smile, like a child does when he sings shoutingly at yeug
 For it is youth and beauty and abandon and the gay heart under it, folk, and 8 child,s voice is a sin too, without the wonder and the training of masters-yet 1t is good to hear
 The Incomparable Pavlowa.
 Voilai here she comes prancing, in swishing gosSamers of pink and silver and sea foam and mist and f1ounses of snowy serf and pillows of shim- mery clouds above her glinting am kles.
 She pauses for moment like a bird in mid-air--and then she swiris and makes merry at you, half talk ing, half singing, and yet doing neither. but speaking to you with her merry little twinkle toes
 And just when you are beating your fingers on the back of the seat Tn front of you and making your hands wag to the soft. sensuous music, and the humping of her little feet. and smiling at her as though you thought she could see you and you only, in ( Il that vast conclave, she fits away, behind the scenes like a silver and pink hurricane.
 And then she comes again. ohl Angel Faces-"saucy" in brilliant mutt -colored Russian skirts and weird diaphanous draperies like an edition de Luxe of some naughty Oriental novel. and her little pointed chin, all dimpled and smiling, hurls back at you another of those inimi- table smiles and you are a captive once more-in the weird land of the Arabian Nights, where Haroun sl Raschid lived and--died
 And with this odd Russian costume Angel Faces-she wore-shoes: yes, the Pavlowa wore real shoes-cioth -E --1A Nf-X T. heels-even as you and II
 It was the first and only time that I had ever seen the 'Incomparable" shodl
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 And then the incompatible Paw Iowa comes with her partner, the graceful Noviksff. and they follow her Pas Seul9 with Pas de Deux," every motion so perfectly attuned that they appear as if neither was either, but each merely a part of the l integral whole-so perfect in every step, so beautiful is every pose.
 La Beaute de Diable-ss the French say---has La Pavlowa, allur- irg in pink or blue like the sky, pink as a shell, or the golden glamour of an orchid-tinte sunset!
 And an absurd little head dress, like an Indian maiden's. one of those things that go with a dolls ward robe or like little boys dress up in at Christmas time
 And the dancers swish and Haunt and prance and race about like two things of the air-far above the mere common places of the people who are gazing at them!
 Then-La Ballerina again, like beautiful swan, all in shimmering, glittering, billowy white, with two snnNv-whife monstrous birds fas-