MRS HAMMERSTEIN'S OWN STORY TODAY: On the Crest ot Romance, Fortune, Fame How She Met the Impresario, Was \ 9 Persuaded to Divorce Wealthy l Julian Swift, and Then Married I ALL ALQNi. Her Past Giorie* Only a Memory, Mr*. Oscar Hamracrstcln I* Seen <>] a New York Central Park Bench; To the Right, Above. Is a Silhocjelt ; of Her Maternal Great-Grandmother, Sylvia Morse, Whom She Cherishes Highly. * TkjfUSlC lovers of two continents, who still revere the memory of Oscar Hammerstein, famous im presario, were shocked recently to learn of the arrest of his widow in New York. In spite of protests of friends and claims of a frame-up. she was convicted of a disorderly conduct charge and sentenced to a day in jail. When her disaster became known, society and clubwomen rose to her defense. ■ Her stepson, Arthur Hammerstein, well-known producer, immediately came to her assistance and assured her she would be cared for "as long as she lived a decent life." She had en gaged him in bitter litigation for years. This is the first of a series of articles by Mrs. Hammerstein, con cerning her life during the trials and triumphs of her husband's career. It was written for this newspaper shortly before her un fortunate debacle. Her story re veals the glittering background of a woman who was first the wife of a millionaire Chicago packer, then married to the greatest opera pro ducer of his time, and finally has lived alone and neglected amidst the scenes of her former wealth and triumphs in New York. IH MRS. OSCAR HAMMERSTEIN• THERE is some measure of con tentment in reflecting on the glories that used to lx* when 1 fnjoyed the prestige of being the wife of the most famous—and most eccen tric—champion of music in hu day or our own. Gone are the silks and the .satins, the ermines and the emeralds. Guru* are the millions and the magnificent homes we had. Gone are the opera □I THE STAR-DUST SPRINKLER A Characteristic Photograph of the Late Oscar Hammerstein—a facturer Whose Passion for Grand Oppra Made Many Singers Made and Ruined Him. Cigar Mann Famous and nous?* whiea uscar Jrtammerstein duui at: t!\e expense of vast forum- <. Ala.', that is the 'ghastly tragedy of human existence. One is- elevated to the heights only to be east pell-mell into the abyss of utter privation. '.'That such a reversal of fortunes as hofelh me should have Whp^ened was beyond our most fearful expectations on ..mat u right .'lay alternoon in u v hen Mr. Hamin< rstein and I first nfet. It was. in the dining; room of the Hotel Savoy, London, at the height of its pomp and splendor. I had gone to Europe to attend the coronation cv re monies for King George V. successor to King Edward, 1 had taken refuge at thL ultra-social fiwic V} hat the /v id neys Are for and How They Function < I By HERBERT L. HERSCHKNSOHN. (Physician anil Surgeon) rHE kidneys are the safety -valves of the body. It is their duty to keep the composition of the Hood as uniform as possible. Water, salt and sugar, for example, are nor mally present in the blood to -a limited degree, but any excess of these con stituents above certain percentages must be withdrawn. For instance, urine is continuously being formed, the liquid part of it being merely the ex cess amount of water removed from the blood. In diabetes the blood con tains an abnormally great amount of sugar. Again the kidneys try to re lieve this burden by taking much of it »ut of the blood stream. But just hotv does this marvelous piece of machinery work? If we cut a kidney lengthwise in half we notice that the outer portion is a dark reddish brown, whereas the inner is rather pale (Fig. 1). The outer part Is called the cortex (meaning rind ) and Ihe inner is called the medulla (mean ing marrow). Between the two a boundary zone exists in which are located the larger subdivisions of the main artery and vein of the kidney. Rays of tissues extend from the medulla into the cortex, giving the medulla the appearance of consisting of a number of pyramids. t The bulk of the kidney is made up of thousands of long fine tubes, called tubules, lying in such a manner that one end is in the cortex, the other end io the medulla. The part in the cortex Medulla Ureter (to bladder) SECTION OF KIDNEY' Cortex 3' Cortex — Medulla MICROSCOPIC^ VIEW OF KIDNEY The Complicated Arrangement'in the Kidney is Seen in the Sketch Above, Made from a Miscroseopic View. 1— Artery 2— t'apiiiaries 3— Tubule 4— Collecting Tube ends in a round funnel-shaped expan sion. It looks mtfch the sami; as a larpe soft rubber bail that is pushed in by the fist until the sides touch. In this funnel lies a network of very i r small bipod 'vesffela, tin.: capillaries. Using-the analogy (if the fist in the ball, wo cun get a little clearer conception of this structure if we think of the arm as an artery, the fingers as the capilla ries, and the pushed-in ball as the end of the tubule. The fir.-t part of the tubule take- a tortuous course,. ?jg zaggirig in all directions. It then straightens out, travels into the medulla, returns to the cortex, and then joins a large collecting tube. The collecting tube receives the ends of a great many tubule,s. This tube crosses the medulla and ends in a large funnel, which is the beginning of another tube, tlie ureter, which carries the urine to the bladder. This system of pipes does not differ from the water-disposal system of pipes in a city. The entire cay can repre sent one kidney. In each house are a number of pipes, one from each sink. These represent the tubules. The small pipes all empty in the basement into one large pipe. This is analogous to the collecting tube. One pipe from each house empties into the main sewer, the same part as served by the ufeter. In the body, however, the tubes are capable of absorbing some of the fluid which passes through them, and are nlso.ahle to contribute products which are considered waste*. The greatest pfflrt of the fluid, nevertheless, comes from that which filters through the ca pillaries at the beginning-of tire tube. Tho kidneys are essential to lifet Yet is possible to remove one kidney from Idle body without noticing any ill effects. The entire burden, of course, then rests upon the remaining kidney, which, despite the additional work which it must perform, is able to cope with the situation alone. Ou>i*ngM- ti»bO. Iijtwnational r 6*r*i “WE REGRET. BUT—” Signature* of Famoui Pmom and Fragments Taken from Letters ** Addressed to Mrs, Hammerstein, Most of I hem Were in Response to Her Kequeits, Made to Numerou* Notable*, for As*i*tdnce in an Attempt to Re-e*tabli»h Her Hutband’* Operatic Venture*. tion of the early twentieth century be cause my husband and l had reached the parting of the ways. I was then married to Julian Walton Swift, the grandson of Gustav us Franklin Swift, founder of the world-famous Chicago packing house of Swift & Company His parents were the social peers of fashionable Warehani, Mass., while I, descended from an old Puritan family whose lineage dates back to William of Orange, had been a choir singer in the Methodist Episcopal Church of Syra cuse, Nr V- Our marriage proved tin happy. 1 had wearied of life with Julian. He was a playboy pur excel lence. He and his blood relatives spent. ' -$2,000,000 in merely having good times. I sought a more definite aim in > existence. In this mood 1 sailed for London arid forgetfulness, 1 arrived in London with two maids, a dozen trunks laden with the smartest gowns for the coronation functions, and with the realization that 1 was a pretty young woman of 28. The first • man 1 ran into in London on that occa sion was Teddy Marks, the New York millionaire sportsman. We were old New York acquaintances. Ho intro duced me to Sir Donald Mann, a Cana dian railroad magnate, Who saw to it that 1 had a choice seat in Westminster Abbev at the coronation ceremonies. A few days later Jack Wilson, New York broker and friend of Marks, pointed out an important-looking man to tin-. “There’s Oscar Hamrnerstf in,” he .-aid. I asked for an introduction and we met. The following evening, after returning from the races—a part of the coronation festival program—I again saw Oscar Hammerstoin. 1 was dressed in a jot gown with beautiful pearls and I noticed, while casually flicking a cigarette, that he was watch ing me closely. Finally he approached, bowed and gallantly doffed nis immortal silk hat. He pleaded to sit down with me, and within a few minutes I had accepted his invitation to go for a drive in his French car. It had happened! That was apparent. We had crossed the bridge of our fates. Our romance had begun. We fell madly in love with each other! He began to tell me a lot about his opera plans. He was just invading London, then, after having been bought out by the Metropolitan Opera interests in New York. He was building an opera house in opposition to the royally patroned Covent Garden. I was stricken with awe at his gargantuan schemes. About that time a Philadelphia banker was giving me the rush of ray life and Oscar protested he wanted more time with me. In a fervent let ter—the first, incidentally, he ever wrote me—he said: ■'.My dear Mrs. Suift: l wired you yeiterday that I noultl return at night, but I found your letter at my hotel. So you ran away and motored to Farit with a man and met another man! 4re you going into the country with a man—lay, ure there any men left that don't leant to take you out!1 “Veil, here it one of them that will take you around any time you leant to. So you had better not stay too tong in Farit or you lote me. Farit it awfully dull. However, while in Farit I utually get into contort with many good-looking women. Hut you ran give them heart! and tpadet." As the days sped by, Mr. Hammer stein and I fell deeper and deeper in love. We revealed our pasts to each other, withholding nothing. Then came the day when he insisted that I be come his wife. He demanded that I shatter the shackles which the marriage to Julian Swift fastened upon me. He offered to pay my passage to America, finance the work of private ci. taa,, Ciraat Britain HU tin Hater. Oil