THE SOCIAL WORLD

New Zealand Illustrated Sporting & Dramatic Review, Issue 1243, 12 February 1914, Page 26

THE SOCIAL WORLD

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Boylan-Kavanagh Wedding. The marriage of Miss Winifred Mary Boylan, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. John Boylan, Devonport, and Mr. James Paul Kavanagh, eldest son of Mr. and Mrs. Kavanagh, Ponsonby, took place at All Soul’s Church, Devonport, on January 28. The nuptial mass was performed by the Rev. Father Furlong. The bride was charmingly gowned in ivory satin with panels of embroidery and draperies of lace, a handsome veil completing the toilette. There were four bridesmaids —the Misses Dolly Boylan (sister of the bride), Miss Agnes Segrief (Wellington), Miss Jessica O’Sullivan (Wellington), Miss Doris Williamson, and Miss Marie Boylan (sister of the bride). Two little trainbearers were also in attendance — Misses Belle Niccol and Ursula Lundon. Mr. Rowen Bell was best man. Mr. Eddie Kavanagh (brother of the bridegroom), Mr. Wynn Sheath, Mr. F. Bach, and Mr. Vivian Kavanagh were groomsmen. After the ceremony the guests were entertained at) the residence of the bride’s parents. * * ♦ ♦ Glenn-Parsons Wedding. The marriage took place at St. John’s Anglican Church, Wanganui, on January 28 of Miss W. Parsons, youngest daughter of Mr. and Mrs. W. Parsons, of Wanganui, and Mr. J. A. Glenn, of Hawera. The bride, who was given away by her fath 3 i. wore white crepe ae chine, draped with lace. She carried a sluaf of white roses and fern, and wore a lace veil. The bridesmaids, Misses Q. Glenn and K. Thompson, wore frocks of apricot crepe ninon over charmeuse, and black hats. Mr. F. Turnbull was best man, and Mr. F. J. Nancarrow groomsman. After the wedding breakfast, Mr. and Mrs. J. A. Glenn left for Auckland, en route to Sydney, the bride travelling in a costume of grey crepe de chine and a black hat. * * * * A Romantic Event. The Lahmann Health Home on Saturday last was the scene of a romantic event (reports the Wellington “Times” of February 2), when Mr. Richard Hulse and Miss Leia Banfield pledged each other their troth, in the pretty drawingroom there. Both the bride and bridegroom were patients residing in the home, the bridegroom having entered it in very poor health over a year ago and having remained there ever since. The bride has only recently Deen under the home treatment. The ceremony was performed by the Rev. G. S. Coates, who was also, for some time, a patient. Two young lady patiejnts, Misses; Wilison and. Cook, were the bridesmaids, and the musical part of the service was conducted by Dr. Von Dannevill, the resident doctor (at the organ), and Miss Jones, another patient, at the piano, while the rest of the staff and the remaining patients formed a gala-like congregation and choir. The bride, who wore a gown of embroidered cream voile and a veil falling softly over a wreath of real bush myrtle, was given away by her mother, and the bridegroom was attended by his brother as best man. * ♦ ♦ * Princess Mary, Philanthropist. By recent sales of Venetian glass bead necklaces made by herself, Princess Mary has realised sufficient money to purchase 200 pair of boots, which Her Royal Highness gave to various charitable organisations at Christmas. Since January last the Princess has made over £250 on behalf of different charitable institutions by the sale of these necklaces. * * * A. Modern Clothes. Professor Taylor, of the University of Pennsylvania, maintains that women eat more than they did 20 years ago. The reason was that they had to keep their bodies shapely by filling up the places which were formaly covered by clothing, and they also required more animal heat because modern clothes were thinner than in the past.

How a Woman Won Her Bet. Once when Lewis Waller was playing “Monsieur Beaucaire” in London, h|e was in his dressing-room between the scenes, and his cue was imminent. There came a knock at the door. His dresser opened it. “ Two ladies to see you, sir,” he announced. “Tell them I can’t possibly see them now,” the actor replied. “I am just going on.” One lady, however, was by this time in his dressing-room. was ample in person, too. “Oh, Mr. Waller,” she panted, “I wish to introduce a friend of mine to you. Come on, dear,” she said, and a long, lank girl of the awkward age appeared. “Mr. Waller, this is Dora,” said the stout woman. “Now, Dora, you can run away.” Forthwith Mr. Waller was embraced hy half a ton of womanity. “You’re a darling,” he was informed. “Do you know, I tyave won a gold cigarette case with my initials in diamonds.” It seemed that Dora had bet her this jewelled case th,at she could not secure her an introduction to the hero of her romantic dreams.

The Dangerous Hat Pin. There is an outcry in England just now over the hat-pin pest. Some one —no doubt a sufferer —has been writing to the “Daily Express” to suggest that women be required to take out licenses to wear the implement. An “Express” representative has been talking to the conductor of a Bayswater omnibus. He received his iflrst wound in 1890. During the Merry Widow hat campaign his nose was raked fore and aft, and during the past year he has been wounded three times more. And now the hat plume seems to have filled his cup of sorrow to the brim. “They tickles you in the face with their fevvers,” he says, “and then gets you with the pin while you’re off guard.” The correspondent goes on to say that he was at a moving-picture show recently, and the girl behind him fastened her hat to the back of his seat with such energy that she pushed her hatpin right through the plush and got him neatly between the shoulder blades. Luckily his suspender buckle

saved him from actual impalement, and then the girl was cross because the impact bent her pin and blunted its point. , * * * * An Up-to-date Call! Recently, Lord Denman (GovernorGeneral of the Commonwealth) asked the aviator Hawker to visit Government House, and jokingly suggested he should make the visit by aeroplane. Acting on the suggestion, Hawker flew from Elsternwick over the city and gracefully dropped on the lawn where Lord and Lady Denman were playing tennis. • • * • The death occurred at his residence, Remuera, on February 3 of Mr. Duncan Cumming, late Chief Postmaster at Auckland. * * * * Mr. J. J. Taine, one of the original settlers at Wellington under the New Zealand Land Company, but now resident at North Head, Devonport, celebrated his 98th birthday on January 29.

Maud Allan Causes a Shock. Apropos of Miss Maud Allan’s forthcoming tour of Australasia, the following description of the famous Salome dancer by an Australian writer will b'e read with interest: — “Even to white women the daring of Miss Allan came as rather a shock. Never shall I forget the first time I saw her perform her famous Dance of Salome at the Palace Theatre, London. I had to recover from the shock of her appearance before sensing the greatness of her dance. For it is great, this Salome dance of Miss Allan. Not so much in a legitimate terpsichorean sense as graceful evolutions expressing stirring emotion. When the dancer knelt in horrd gloating over the dismembered head of the prophet, and with long, sinuous, graceful arms, undulating in rapid movement like the writhing of a snake, expressed her fiendish joy, the portrayal of evil emotion was so powerful, one felt faint and sick with the horror of it. And yet a horrible fascination made one look and look again. Her costume for this dance

consists of a bead chain across each shoulder, from which two bead plaques are suspended across the chest, and a skirt of transparent gauze from waist to ankles. In contradistinction to the tragic depths of the Salome dance, Miss Allan gives a joyous tripping to the music of Mendelssohn’s ‘Spring Song,’ which is a pure delight. In scanty draperies of delicate pink chiffon and a wreath of spring blossom on her hair, she skips and leaps about the stage like the very spirit of spring and everything it stands for —fragrance, freshness, new hopes, fresh endeavour, and the sweet innocence found in the heart of a child.” ♦ • • ♦ Paul Dufault and Embryo Singers. That charming tenor Mr. Paul Dufault, is touring the Dominion and will be heard in Auckland in due course. “Curious,” said Mr. Dufault in a recent conversation, “it is that when students sing before me they plunge, in 99 cases out of 100, into ‘Ah! fors e lui,’ or some other far-out-of-their-depth excerpt from grand opera. And I say, when they have rendered it, ’but haven’t you brought some simple ballad you can sing me?’ ‘Oh, certainly,’ they reply. ‘Of course, I have some songs, but they are nothing.’ Well, now, aren’t they something? Believe me, it is harder to sing a ballad than an opera aria. Why? Because, to make a beautiful ballad of comparatively little attraction takes the very acme of artistic ability. See what I mean? This girl sang one of the florid soprano arias from “Tosca’ —sang it in Italian. When she had concluded I sat thinking, wondering how best to tell her, not how well she had sung, but how blindly. She said she had been receiving the highest available tuition for six years. I asked her if she knew what she wias singing about. She admitted she had no idea. There! She had had a teacher drilling those incomprehensible words into her so that at last she couid fling ihepa, forth with any amount of dash) and confidence. But it was all voice—air coming here from the lips. See! Nothing coming from here, the brain. I said, ‘My dear girl; here are the English words translated for you, be neath the Italian. Now, I shall be staying in this town about a week. Will you go away and take that song and study the English translation of it? Better still, if there is a teacher of Italian here go to him and thoroughly get to know th|e meaning cf every original word, note for note. Leave the thing itself alone. You know the air and the manner of its production very soundly. Come back to me in three or four days after you have used that little,; head of yours upon it.’ The student returned in a few days. There were sheer revelations, I assure you. That young woman had learned the key to her art in five minutes’ conversation, where she had been almost wasting her time for six years.” £ * « * Dr. F. W. King, of Auckland, who has been laid up for some weeks as the result of a tramcar accident, is making good progress towards recovery. $ $ * « The Count and Countess de Montaigu arrived from London last week and went on the Rotorua. General Sir lan Hamilton, Inspec-tor-General of the Overseas Forces of the Empire, will arrive at the Bluff on Monday, April 27th. » ♦ - * Mr. S. J. Nathan, chairman of the Auckland Chamber of Commerce, will leave for Europe by the lonic on February 26. • * • ■ * Mr. Maurice Bevan-Brown, eldest son of Mr. C. E. Bevan-Brown, headmaster of the Boys’ High School, Christchurch, returned to New Zealand last week after an absence of over four years, during which time b>e has been attending Cambridge University. Mr. Bevan-Brown, Jun. has now been appointed science master at Wanganui Boys’ College.

Mrs. H. D. M. Haszard, of Hokitika, is spending a holiday in Auckland. During the Westland Jubilee celebrations, His Excellency the Governor and Lady Liverpool were the guests of Mr. and Mrs. Haszard while in Hokitika. * * * * King Christian is the first monarch to talk into a phonograph for the purpose of preserving his voice in the historic phonographic archives in the Danish Royal Library. * * * * “There is no more deplorable creature on earth than a man wanting to marry. I mean to everyone but the person of his choice. To her he is a shining image, a shining Buddha before whom her pride can prostrate itself and know ecstacy. A man in love is quite another matter.” —‘‘The Ambassadress.” * * * * “Take a tired woman shopping, and she will revive in the most marvellous fashion.” Two shivering urchins stood on a bi ter January morning before a picture shop. An Alma Tadema was in the shop window, and one of the urchins, studying it, said: “Who was this Nero, Tommy? Wasn’t he a feller that was alius cold, like us?” “No,” said Tommy. “That was Zero, another feller altogether.”