THE DISAPPOINTMENT OF GABY.

Sun (Christchurch), Volume 1, Issue 8, 14 February 1914, Page 3

THE DISAPPOINTMENT OF GABY.

SOUGHT COWBOYS AND FOUND CHINAMEN. Gaby Deslys, the little Parisienne who danced her way into the heart of a king, and by the same magnetic poetry of motion danced herself under the ban of that serious-minded lady, Queen Mary of England, is said to be booked for a tour of Australia and New Zealand this year. Becently she visited San Francisco, and this is how the "San Francisco Examiner" records the fact: —She has come into the vast West of the United States on her visit to find a disappointment—not because California is less beautiful than her own country of southern France; not because it lacks Splendour of scenery or gallantry and joyous spirit. " Gaby is sad because she has seen no mountain lions, no Indians, no cowboys, not a sign, of the roaring days of adventure that she thought were still extant. . "Oh, your West, it ees one beeootiful. It ees ; great; it ees grand. But I, do not see one leetle Hon even. Ido not see one Eendian, not one cowboy who ride and shoot. It ees very disappointing. It make me almos' unhappy," sighed Gaby yesterday. Her managers and the more Americanized members of her company allowed Gaby to excite her imagination with an expectation of finding California overrun /with. befeathered Indians and whooping cowboys. They told her fifty-year-old tales of outlaws, cattlemen, miners and robber bands. Mademoiselle swallowed them eagerly. Her train i was stalled something like eight hours in the snows, bat she waited patiently for the plains of Nevada. Then she pressed her white forehead against the window pane with expectant eyes. A dreary plain swept away to the mountains. Then she waited until the Sierras were crossed. Still no Indians or cowboys. When her train, rolled into Oakland mole at noon yesterday she found at last that the whole rWest is civilised. She stamped her tiny foot in anger. So Gaby decided to take the West as it is, and transferred her interest to Chinamen. After her breakfast at the St. Francis Mademoiselle -Deslys (it is pronounced Day-lees) spied- a soft-slip-pered China boy slipping: through the corridor of anUpper story. "Ooh, ees he not good-looking," she cried. "I wish to have such a Chinese for a servant. Does he cook?." "Yes, they are goott cooks and they make fiiie' servants," she was told. "Tres. bien. Then I shallhave heem. I shall take heem back to Paree. Ooh, it weel be absolusly gran'. Et will be zee beeg surprise for my.frens." Her sudden interest in the Chinese almost compensated for her disappointment at finding the West'wholly tamed and quiet.'.' :■'.-'v Now what will Mademoiselle Gaby expect to find in the eolbnies? --