New Britain herald., 1922-09-06
FAIL AS ACTRESSES,
 TWO TRY SUICIDE
Leave Note Giving Their Trials
 and Tribulati0nS

New York. Sept. 6.--Failure to win success on the stage and in the films caused two women. one barely out of her teens, and the other just turned thirty. to attempt suicide by drinking poison yesterday. The younger, Miss Donnie Harrison of Detroit, who five days ago rented an apartment at 645 Madison avenue, was unconscious when other tenants discovered smoke rolling through the transom. The girl appeared to have set fire to the bed with a lit cig- arctic. In Bellevue hospital her con- dition last night was said to be crit ical. A letter to her mother, Mrs. Marie Harrison, 624 Charlotte ave- nue, Detroit, described the girl as a ''weakling," unable to resist dope. She left another letter asking that her body be cremated.
 Was Disappointed.
 The other victim told authorities at the Harlem hospital that she was Vera Maynard, a widow, living at the Hotel St. Paul. Sixtieth strest and Columbus avenue, and q disappointed film actress Two passing men saw the woman crink something from a bottle.
 Farewell to Mother.
 This is the last night of my life. l intend to make it so. I have taken a small quantity of bromidia, but have four-ounc bottle of veronol to drink now and then there will be no awakening this time. I intend to take 1t all at once-not sip it.
 T love you, darling, as much as it is possible for a poor weaklng like myself to love. Tell Fred that pass ed thinking of him and loving him and baby and papa, too. You know darling, l was always sort of worry and hindrance for you at times For instance, the night I told Billy l threw things I guess I was born sort of tired. And a weakling to any vice. There isn't any way of being cured of dope. This Is the easiest way out. I left Arthur (Arthur Ros- enbaum at 42 West Firty-sixth street) letter as last favor to dead girl to cremate me and send you the ashes. Always, dearest of all, love you"
 Admits Being Dope
 Another letter unaddressed which must have been the girls last effort to hold the pencil, began:
 Well, to start with, I am a dope. Yes, plain dope fend. You know heroin. I am a girl too though per haps you think I was long past that. To go on with the story-you know between you and I something is just making me write this-it is the last thing I'll ever write It really was my fault in the beginning. I mean about the dope. Gee-I was young then and sweet-oh, well you know the kind.
 Wanted a Career
 T left my home town to attain something that a million other girls pray to attain-a brilliant career on the stage. I landed in New York with s2o my parents had given me (thinking it was more than sufficient to hold me until I obtained work) and large tan (nearly red) suitcase. That was all l had to my name. I was abcn .,tely a stranger, knowing little more thu nothing about this city. All had to guide me was a scrummy little piece of paper with the address of an alleged respectable boarding house. After just two days in the big city came to realize that employ ment Is not easy to get-for nick. I also came to realize Ooh, fully, too, you can bet) that s20 in New York lasts about as long as snowball in well, you know. Furthermore, l experienced then and there the pang