Evening star., 1922-10-03
.|SADORA DUNCAN
ADMITTED BY u. S.
Dancer and Russian Poet
Husband Passed by Ellis
Island Board.
YESSENIN is DELIGHTED
Sight of New York Brings In
spiration From Muse, While Wife
Frets Over Inconvenience.
By the Associated Press.

By the Associated Press.
NEW YORK, October 3.-Isadora
Duncan, dancer, and her young Rus
sian poet husband, detained Saturday
by immigration authorities upon their
arrival on the Paris, were admitted
to the United States late yesterday
after two-hour examination before
Il special board of inquiry.
Isadora Duncan and her exuberant
young poet husband, Serge Yessenin,
were permitted to land in the United
States after the Department Of JUS
tice had detained them twenty four
hours to learn whether the dancer
was a courier for the Russian soviet
government.
Isadora was in bad humor last
night and she didn't reveal much
happiness over being allowed by
board of inquiry at Ellis Island to
enter the country.
They held me because l came from
Moscow" she said. What did they
ask me? Oh, they wanted to know
| If l was classical dancer. 1 told
them l didn't know, because my dane
! ing is personal. They wanted to
: know what 1 looked like when
| danced. How did 1 know? l never
saw myself dance"
Fretful Day Passed.
| 1t was officially stated at Ellis
Island that. broadly speaking. the
Department of Justice detained the
dancer because of her long residence
| in Russia and gossip that connected
her with the soviet government, and
because it was suspected that she
might be d courier for the soviet on
her ostensible dancing tour of this
country.
1t was a fretful Cay for Isadora. She
was kept so busy and nagged SO much.
she complained. that she did not have
bit of nourishment all day. except
one cup of coffee at breakfast time.
First, she said. immigration author
tiles hauled her around the pier and
bothered her with questions about
her luggage. Then she was rushed to
Ellis Island with her husband and
the inquiry took up most of the after
! noon.
Her New York lawyer. Nathan S.
Goldberger, and her American man
ager. S. Hunok. worked all day in ig-
norance. They complained that no
one would tell them what charge, if
any, had been filed against the dane
er. They loafed around the Ellis Is
! land corridors all afternoon, watch
; ing the immigrants, the sparrows on
the lawn and the Statue of Liberty.
Little to Say.
After a long wait 1SadOra and her
smiling young husband, who is ten
years her junior, walked out of the
inquiry chambers and spread the good
news. Isadora was petulant and hun
cry. The roses she carried were
dropping and dying and her bobhed
henna locks needed brushing. On her
feet were bizarre Russian boots, and
her gown. trimmed with white lamb s.
wool, was a stunning thing Of black
aud red and gray stripes over an
orange bodice.
She had very little to say. but
young Serge, who looks quite like an
American and much less than his
twenty-eight years, was laughing and
chatting and having lots of fun
swapping some of his knowledge of
French and Russian for American
slang.
They sat on the upper deck of the
Ellis Island ferry-Isadora and Serge
on the way back to Manhattan and
their hotel. Isadora gave one bored
glance at the famous skyline. soften
ed by the haze of twilight, and turned
her head. But Serge gave it his at
tention. He said it was great; the
most beautiful city he had ever seen.
He even threatened to write a poem
about IT.