"And why not?" the guilty one
replied with a toss of head. "Why
should I not be interested in Paris
fashions, and being interested where
can I learn most about them if not
in the American papers?"
Which was a happy tribute to the
American fashionable woman, -who,
we are reliably informed, is, after all
the apogee of fashion.
Ethel Newcomb. the noted Ameri
can pianist, recently returned to New
York after her summer vaction at
Whitney Point where she has a mus
ical and now a literary atelier, since
she Is wr.ting a book of memoirs of
her late teacher and friend, Theadore
Leschitezky. Naturally' the first
thing she did In selecting her apart
ment was to make a purchase of a
new and elaborate Steinway piano.
One of the movers, attendant upon
the placing of the new instrument in
her quarters, was a coal black negro
of the typical Southern variety.
"Where are you from?" the pianist
inquired.
"I'se from Virginny, ma'am, and
my name is roe." -
"Poe? Then maybe some of your
folks worked for the great Edgar
Allen Poe, he came from Virginia,"
the artist replied. The smile which
came to the lip of the negro was
a, joy to see.
"Yessum, I sure do know Edgar
Allen Poe cause I is him."
In the scrap book of Helene Kan
ders, the soprano whose remarkable
singing attracted nearly all New York
to Carnegie Hall some time ago, is
more than sinjjer. She has won dis
tinction as a designer of advertising
matter, using many of her designs
for her own promotion in musical
papers.
