“How the Dying Composer’s Sentimental Whim Was Invoked by Lucy Arbell, the English Prima Donna, to Forbid Mary Garden to Sing the Title Role in Cleopatra.”
“God knows some day I hope to love a man,” says actress Mary Garden.
“Because, science tells us, the expression centres in their brains take up all the blood supply, and the poor little higher, inhibitory centres are starved.”
“Even Mary Garden herself is said to be in a state of mind because Mme. Bourskaya has been given several of Mary’s best roles.”
…Miss Garden never even turned her head, although the noise was directly behind her.”
“Her manner is straightforward, even blunt at times, though she is a match for any diplomat.”
“For two days after,” she wrote, “I felt absolutely exhausted, and my eyes hurt me from the glare of the snow. But now I feel splendid, and my lungs feel twice as strong and in fine shape for Salome.”
“They now say if they can prevent it, Mary will not dance in Minneapolis, even in seven veils, to make no mention of four.”
“Miss Garden has prepared no titles for her lectures, explaining, ‘I will speak as I feel’.”
“Mary Garden, it was announced last night, ate a Christmas dinner consisting of ‘sweetbreads, petits pois, and Maraschino punch’.”
“There are ascenseurs even in Paris,” said the singer afterward.
Miss Garden retired a year ago, going to the bandit-infested hills of Corsica to “write a book and ride a mule.”
“Men have been known to sniff scornfully at the crazy notion of putting beets into soup, but those who protest most violently are usually the first to come back for a second helping.”
“I have never driven a car because it always seemed to me a tax on one’s nervous system, and my only time for driving was when I was trying to store, rather than expend, energy.”
“The article was written before Mme. Tetrazzini’s arrival,” continued Miss Garden yesterday.
“We Americans are not so critical of art as we are of showmanship.”
“The gowns took weeks to make, therefore you will realize how difficult it would be to make a fixed price for gowns created by Lady Duff-Gordon.”
Mary Garden, refused admission to several cities because the city fathers disapproved of her cigarette smoking and thought her no good influence for their young, will wear the somber nun’s costume in life even as she has worn it so often on the glittering stage.”
“Mary Garden once said, ‘None of those dumb blondes can play my life.’ How right she is.”
“Samuel Goldfish’s big glass house on the Hudson is liable to need fireproof curtains—and they better be drawn down tight—for there Mary Garden, who says she has never been in a photoplay house in all her life, will start acting in the title role of Thais for the Goldwyn Picture corporation.”
Mary Garden goes back to Paris to-morrow.
“Miss Mary Garden, the prima donna, has some definite ideas about American customs laws which would make her an ardent tariff reformer if she were in politics.”