Why London's Party-Thrower Seeks
Maternal Complex of
the Pajama-and-Bottle
Hostess Who Once.
Kept Barrie A wake
the Wilds
FROM the tinseled, fi vi i >h pally
throw inj; of London's most hectic
resorts to a quiet Canadian farm
— ran Mayfair's most beautiful whoo
pee-maker bridge the gap in one'.leap?
“No," common sense anil experience
would retort. Blit “Yes?” replies fact.
In short, the Honorable Mrs. David
Icrinant has turned, overnight as it
'ere, from a brilliant and giddy met
■opolitan hostess into a self-proclaimed
conventional colonial.
1 here's a catch in this amazing
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BLUEBLOOD BLACKSMITH
1 hr Hen. David Tennant, Son of Lady Grey
f Fallodon, Pictured at His Anvil. One of
i* Fad* is Wrought Iron—When He’s Not
Giving Pajama-and-Bottle Parties.
footlights and was the toast
of i’iccadiily. is the recent
mother of a charming little
daughter. Rightly or wrong
ly, her intimates insist that
with the baby's birth the
erstwhile sprightly Hermione
underwent what Shakespeare
called “a sea change.” She
began to weary of the cock
tail parties, and dances, ami
balls, and midnight ‘'treas
ure hunts,” and pajama-arid
bottle festivities that she
was formerly so fond of.
She even developed an
anti-London complex. Tea
at the Ritz was a “gripe” to
her and a fanter in Hyde
metamorphosis, though. In the first
place. not even Mrs. Tennant’s closest
friends arc wULttg to admit that lo r
‘‘voluntary oxfif' will endure. And in
the second, tme motive behind her
strange retirement from the world of
fashion, frivolity and fizz water v.a
largely dominated by—her maternal
instinct!
for Mrs. Tennant, who as Hermione
Baddclry capered roguishly before the
I'ark a “pain in the neck.” Hermione,
ir. the loose phrase, had "done every
thing” interesting in England. Now
she was looking for, not more world*
to conquer, hut for placid pastures
where she could relax and where her
beloved little Pauline could thrive
against a restful, bucolic background.
Mayfair might be fun for sophisticates
and* not even do them any perceptible
harm. Hut for a baby—impossible!
RE
FORMED”
Mr*. David
Tennant
( Formerly
Hermione
Baddeley, Sprightly
Actress) Shown in a
Close-up Character
istic of Her Bygone Mayfair Days.
Sketches Superimposed on Her Waving
Tresses Give an Impression, at Left of
Hermione Making Whoopee in London,
and, at Right, as She Will Probably
Order Her Life on a Quiet Canadian
Farm, Fishing,
.'■'o'fr ’ dtn^i mu t 'have
actuated her recent visit to America,
where, on disembarkation, sire wa
in# t at.the New York pier by her dr
voted husband. Tennant, himself, mu-l
have felt an urs;e similar to Hermione's,
for he had preceded her to this eon
tinent by several months.
What a contrast there was between
the unpublicized ai rival of Hermione
and the rainbow trail of frothy episodes
she lefrin her wake. Everybody knows
that post-war
London would
“not a mu s e”
Queen Victoria;
that nowadays life there
is fast, furious and fre
netic. And of all the high spirits and
<"arefrce, souls in Adelphi Terrace
there were none higher or freer than
Henftione and David.
At their social apogee, that is.
Their marriage was pungently and pic
turesquely celebrated'with ono of the
pajama-and-bottle parties referred to
above. This form of frolic has since
become widely popular with the “bright
young people” of Clarge- and Half
Moon streets. (Jive the Tennants
credit for having started the fad.
It was quite a startling start. The
Tennants had taken a house adjacent
to Jfernard Shaw's, former quarters in
the staid old Adam section near the
Thames. Directly above them, se
cluded from the gaze of the profane
Character Lite's Most Important Element
ADOLPH LEW1SOHN
had to bo morally right at
well.
“Life should be service
and co-operation. Choose
your associates with the
same high standards at
which you yourself are aim
ing.
“People a. k me wonder
ingly why I look and feel
so much younger than my
actual age. It's partly good
health due to a sensible
life, of course. Hut it’s
also because I am inter
ested in and fond of peo
pie in general. 1 seldom
entertain any hard feeling.'
or jealousy against anyone.
“Also—and this is sinv
pie fact—1 have generally
been courageous and with
out fear, with confidence in
my own ability to over
come obstacles. And so 1
have been pretty happy
You can be the same
“Seldom, if ever, have
I been idle. Particularly
in matters in which I am
deeply interested I have
been occupied constantly.
Tvntnrimr mv fniVi hnoi.
most important thins in
I life—there are no exceptions
* —is character.” Thus Adolph
Lewisohn, octogenarian magnate and
patron of the fine arts.
Mr. Lewisohn, who recently at
tained his eightieth birthday, ascribes
i all success ever achieved by anyone in
the business and professional worlds
to squareness. “Be square with all
you come in contact with,” he urges.
“My aim,” he adds, “has always
been {o be helpful in making a success
of any undertaking with which l am
connected. The underlying idea is not
so much hope of personal gain as a
| genuine desire to serve the rause.
. “Throughout my business life I ha\e
always thought that the mere legal pos
sibility of a project did not necessarily
mean that it was the joh for me. It
ness in Hamburg when 1 was fifteen
years old, I have been active along
those lines for sixty-four years. I
still participate in business, especially
in mining in a consulting capacity.
“I love the beautiful—rich colon,
flower*, art, music. My aim in life?
To do something that in my opinion
improves the world or its people.
“I am a devout student of the propci
care of dependent children and of
prison reform and the correct treat
mont of prisoners, so that on release
they arc likely to be able to take care
of themselves and their families."
Mr. Lcwisohn is famed in New York
City^or his philanthropies. He is the
progenitor of the now celebrated Sum
mer symphonic concerts at fhe l ew
isohn Stadium, concerts at the Willem
Van Hoogstrateri, which attract throng*
j[ music lovers to these al fresco pro
grammes, even in the hottest weather.
He helped to establish the Hebrew
fechn'ica) .School for Girls; donated to
Columbia University a building for its
School of Mines; contributed to Mt
Sinai Hospital, of which he is a direr
or, its pathological building ; has given
■ ast sums to charitable, civic, religious
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—Says Lewisohn
and educational work of all sorts, and
i-i a member of the National Child
Labor Committee. He is also cur
rently head of tjie firm of Adolph Lew
isohn and Sons and of many subsidiary
copper companies.
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Pior Photo of
Mr*. Tannant •
Sho Arrivad •
Now York City
world, lived, of all peo
ple, Sir James M. Bar
rie, author of "Peter
Pan,” ‘‘The l ittle Min
ister" and other popu
lar novel* and play*.
cur Janies Mas frequently hymned
tHp charms and ingenuous ingratiations
-of childhood, but on this occasion his
fervor for youth received a cold water
bath. For the Tennants’ pajania-and
bottle party pot pretty high about
three in the morning and Sir James's
'lumbers were gravely interrupted and
finally completely routed.
Now it is all very well for an author
to grow enthusiastic in print about
hoys—and girls-—who never grow up.
Hut let those same “children” troop
into the flat below, bearing burgundy,
beer and whatnot, and start the chan
deliers rattling, and- -well, what would
you do if you were*‘‘old and grav and
full of sleep”?
Sir James was in no doubt. He dis*
patched his personal servant with a
polite request to the Tennants that they
diminish the noise; but. the Tennants
were so busy replenishing their guests’
glasses and winding the radio or tun
ing in on the pianola that they didn’t
-rem to get the idea. It was five before,
as the last pajamaed guest departed in
a taxi and a purple hare, Sir James
gave a final groan and a twitch to his
pillow and sank into a dream where all
professional Peter Pans were mutes
aniTthe clink of bottles was heard onlv
m the Never-Never Land.
With llir I* lha (’returnable Moliva mt
Her Rattramant from MayfairGayatiai
Her Charming Littla Daughter, Paulina
It is not recorded that the TennanL
after their heauty sleep, made peers
sarv by the protracted whoopee, went
through any motions of regret towarc
Sir .lames. And, you may well inquire,
why should members of so -distin
guished a line kowtow to a mere au
thor? Young David Tennant and hi>
brother, the handsome Stephen, are the
sons of Lady Grey, wife of Viscount
Grey of Failodon—one of the most
eminent and ancient clans in the king
dom. They are also nephews of Mar
got, Lady Asquith, and, as such, par
take of the family fondness for whim
sicalities.
“Dressing up" seems to be a per
quisite Margot, Stephen and David,
Margot appeared at one ball clad as a
bewhiskered Indian rajah; Stephen, at
another, impersonated Queen Marie ol
Rumania, and David, the least union
ventional of the three, has had hii
photograph taken attired as a black
-mith. Hut this wasn't only a gag, foi
he is deeply interested in the art of
wrought iron.
But for Hermione and David it'.'
good-bye now So fizz and foibles, to
bottle* and bursts of midnight mirth,
lo pajamas and the “mesa around
and treasure hunts.
They've got responsibilities now,
chief of which, or whom, is wide-eyed,
demure little Pauline, whose only in
torest in bottles is of the milk variety..
No Mayfair for her—till she grows up.
NEVERMORE!
( On the Riverbank)
“1 remember the theft of my treaiure-cheit."
HAT is this fucr
I srr nt mil door?
Con it he Inter
The face
Whose ererp expression I l ime
When it tired m nip house hejnrr...
}>o t/ou think you can niter my
house again
And find it ever the same to you?
Your choir bp the fire,
Your chamber cosp
And lable covers arranged for hen'
You we re the tenet nf the lira'lldan
mice.
To pan alone were its gnUs flung
wide.
,\ P woutd-be■ guests who
Were politely told to remain
oulsidc.
The stormy morn when l found you
gone
Is not lightly graven upon rnyt mind.
I remember the theft of my treas
ure.-cites!
Aiul the valueless things yon left
behind.
My house is open to everyone now.
I welcome the world with a cordial
smile.
If yon care to belong as one of the
throng
You may enter and stay a while.