The New York herald., 1922-03-05
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peramental folk of the stage and screen.
So when there comes to light romantic
attachment covering more than decade
and with one Of the principals an actress
of international fame, the details are
bound to be out Of the ordinary and well
worth recording. Hence this story Of the
Pink Lady"
Villages that dot the plains and noun
tains of this country and Europe furnish
a quota of maids who wait until the gold
Of their hair turns to gray while the young
men whose rings they wear "get start
in business or make good home" for
their fading brides. Or bachelors wait
weary years while the women they would
make their wives are performing their
filial duties in the home of aging fathers
and mothers. These are commonly pathetic
instances in the lives of all nations.
But Broadway provides a case unique.
1t shows a millionaire who has waited
eleven years for Broadway favorite to
achieve her ambition. 1t shows him still
waiting, patient, confident uncomplaining.
This romance extraordinary has for its
hero Charles Groehl; for its heroine Hazel
Dawn.
In Montana Charles Groehl is known as
one of the richest men in the West He
has huge holdings in copper mines of that
State and in silver mines of Utah and
Nevada. He Struck it rich" while he was
in his twenties He is in his forties now,
quiet, self-contained, poised, the man of
large affairs, the man with the air of COM
mand that belongs to the arbiter OF many
lives and destinies.
He il one Of the big men of the big West.
In New York he is still quiet, still self
contained, still poised, but they know little
Of his large affairs. They know him as
the patient suitor, the model betrothed Of
Broadway beauty. He is summarized in
a phrase THAT rich mining man who is
going to marry the Pink Lady"
How the Pink Lady Role
Captivated Many in Audience
Hazel Dawn is no more able to live down
her role of the Pink Lady than James
O'Neill was to stamp out memories Of his
Monte Cristo or Efie Ellsler to pluck out
from the public mind recollections of her
Hazel Kirk.
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ported from London, was swinging toward
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stage pulchritudinous young creature of
pink and white and gold. The pink was
concentrated in glittering, beaded gown.
The gold was focused in masses of shining
hair. The white cleaned in her exquisite
profile. She carried a violin and bow be
meath her arm.
When she reached the center of the stage
she lifted the instrument to the white
hollow beneath her chin, drew the bow
across the strings, and, dancing played
the soft, seductive strains Of Beautiful
Lady" The song was sung next morning
by all who had heard it and could sing.
Those who could not sing tried. The song
Beautiful Lady, was hit" The human
harmony in pink and white and gold rose
instantaneously to the rank of a Broadway
favorite.
In center aisle seat in the third row
sat man who watched the Pink Lady as
no other man in the house watched her.
Artists looked at her with artistic eyes,
appraising lines and color, seeing her as
a portrait in oils or on a magazine cover.
Men of sentiment compared her with the
current ruler OF their hearts. Evil men
watched her as evil men do, with that avid
look that Mary Anderson said angered and
drove her from the stage.
But Charles Groehl lifted to the Pink
Lady the eyes of a subject to his queen.
She was the One Woman in the World for
him for all time He was that rdrd avis
"One Woman Man." His was no wander
ing, uncertain heart. He was what Octave
Thanet pronounced Robert Ingersoll In one
of the most eloquent tributes paid him at
his burial: He was the lifelong lover OF
one woman"
When the final curtain fell Charles
Groehl had gone back stage. He waited
there on the edge of the crowd in the hall
outside Miss Dawn's dressing room. Beside
him waited his stanch ally, Miss Dawn's
sister, Margaret Romaine. When the ejac-
ulatory group had backed out leaving an
echoing staccato stream Of you were a
perfect dear" Your gowns we're dreams"
you were too sweet for anything" the