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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
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
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.
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
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
(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
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
(to bladder)
Cortex —
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
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
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
<C) Ktntta* true Ok
Mr*. Hammerttein Before a Tobacco Stripping Machine-One of Her Huahand't
Many Fortune-Making Invention*. She Seem* to be Contemplating the Time it
Enabled Her to Live in Splendor Such a* Revealed in the Photograph Direct!]
Above, Taken at the Height of Her Social Succeat and Showing Her in Fane]
Dress Coitume.
detectives in gathering necessary evi
dence, and retain a lawyer, I pro
tested against this generosity, but he
insisted. While I was hack in the
United States, getting my divorce from
ilr. Swift, Oscar wrote to me con
stantly, passionately.
Our romance was reaching its zenith
while the J-ondon Opera House season
was at its height and he was seeking to
capture London’s operatic prizes. I
could not help hut feel that I had he
roine the flame which burned within
Oscar Haminersteiii and spurred him
on toward the goal he had so glanior
riusly painted for me from the rich
palette of his imagination.
On New Year’s Day, 1312, he ar
rived in New York secretly and I met’
him at the pier. On January 10 we
both sailed back to London on the
Lusitania. Flans for my divorce from
Julian Swift were completed. While
out at sea Oscar was notified that his
second wife, Malvina Jacobi Hammer-'
stein, had died.
On December SI, 1914, Oscar and I
were married. He was (5<J then and I
was 32. We rented a large and sump
tuous nine-room apartment in River
side Drive. Every luxury was granted
the britlo of the noted opera impre
ratio. And three days after our mar
riage, 1 received . a letter of felicita
tions from Julian Swift.
We entertained lavishly the leaders
of the operatic, artistic, literary and so
cial worlds. It became a whirling life,
over shifting from the Manhattan
Opera House to the grandest homes in
New York. The romance and the bitter
competition of New York opera occu
pied our time. In between, Oscar was
making money on his cigar-manufac
turing inventions, but he usually turned
the profits into his opera schemes. At
other times he was fighting numerous
It was a life as strange and hectic as
it was romantic. Several times Oscar
was a millionaire in his career only to
be driven close to poverty. His most
potent weapon, by which he smote
down all, his enemies and creditors,
only to reappear in another section of
the field with reinforcements, was
bankruptcy. Five tittles he ran the
bankruptcy gauntlet. Each time mil- *
lions were at stake and each time I
trembled and wondered what our des
tiny would he
(To Be Continued) *

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