The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1931-01-22

entrenchment Of the prima donna ca
pacities to attract the mash note that
belonged to the more spectacular de-
tails of her art.
Small wonder that the opera off,
Gals, the press department and the
entire organization connected with the
exploitation of the foreign singing
bird, felt citation, excitement and graf
ification at the coming Of Won Ho-
garth.
And when you look in upon the fol-
lowing in the Imagination of the pub
lie is all the more extraordinary: Take
the Madame at the conclusion Of any
of her triumphant operate appear
ances. AS she leaves the wings, after
ovation after ovation, frenzied maid
folds her into sable wrap that half
browns her in the luxury of its nap.
Another maid appears to help get her
through the labyrinth of moving seen
cry, congratulations, fellow artists,
and dim figures that seem to appear
from nowhere, who clamor for Ma
danes autograph, as she forces her
way toward her canary-colored dress
ing room.
On several of these occasions, Ma
dame treats her onlookers to a burst
Of hysteria, or a flare of temper
towards one Of her attendants who has
probably wrapped the sable too tight
~, or the maid who has led her
around the wrong way through the
bulwarks of scenery. In Madame's
dressing room 1t is a matter Of gath
ering the avalanche of flowers, en-
trusting the great packages of letters
to one of the attendants and begin
ming to force her way through the
jam of admirers who intervene be-
tween he: a2d her limousine.
There are more loite:crs awaiting
the arrived Of Madame at the hotel
entrance, Il repetition of flowers, the
maids, the pekinese dogs, the furs.
the hustle and the hullahaloo. Tie
canary-cGlored elevator shoots NJ =
came to her fifteenth floor. The re-
inue follows her down the hall tn;
* hang in canary-cc.ored brocade, b
at the canary colcred door which lea ,
to the i't:Ge:t of Won Hogarth, I'll
rctinup disappears.
Madame enters her apartmeI
@ic:c. II is plain, rather conven-
tional suite of rooms and more often
than not there is big, blond, fattish
sort of man, irresistibly good-natured
and good-looking, lying asleep in a
dressing gown upon the couch. A ia
BILE is spread in the middle of the
room. The man on the couch is the
Baron Won Hogarth, who has been
married to Elsa for % years. The
spread table is to contain their mid
night supper. Before she awakens
him out of the series Of light shores,
Elsa tiptoes to the adjoining room,
also a conventional one. Three chill
dren, ranging from eight to twelve,
are in bed there asleep. Won Hogarth
tucks them in bit more tightly, and
in that same room removes the sable
coat, her opera grandeur, and slips
into a warm blue fannelette kimono.
Usually, while the baron is still
asleep, Won Hogarth prepares their
supper. There is no one in the world
who can prepare these foods to her
liking but herself.
Then she either awakens him by
kissing him lightly on each eye, or
the savory fumes Of what Won Ho-
garth has been preparing on am cleo
trio stove, begin to tickle his nostriis
and awakens him.
About twelve O'Clock Won Hogarth
and the baron sit down to a midnight
supper of imported frankfurters, steam
ing sauerkraut, and great slices of
rye bread. They are relaxed pair of
creatures, content, well-fed and mid
dle-class in their enjoyment.
Sometimes, before they retire, the
baron, great, sleepy, good-natured,
good-looking fellow, dumps the pack
ages of fan letters onto the table and
begins the laborious process Of an
swering the scented and adoring let
tiers that have been addressed to the
mysterious parsonage Of his scented
and adored wife.