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Show . I "I Live-and Love and Arri Full of the Pep!" Says Caruso I ; rav ENPMCO CARUSO, HIS WIFE AND ON, ENRICOISOJR NEW.TOHK, March t. Enrico Caruso, Ca-ruso, Just awaka after a refraahlng Pleep In his apartment at tha Hotel Vanderbilt, invited me to draw a chair close to his bed. "Two great moments stand out In my life said the Unor, smiling. "The fimt was In 1894. when I made my . debut at the Nuovo theatre, Naples, in r'Amkuj!'ranxescoJftn4after four performances old Verglnfe, tha director, direc-tor, said 1 was underpaid because all they gave me was a pair of shoes, a Pir of tiphta, a neckerchief and one hundred francs. "And f tram, the other day, when the doctors said I would (ret well. "You see," he. continued, " fooled the doctors. ' "I'ouf! Caruso Isn't ready to sing to the angels yet! There' time later on. I have maatered seventy roles and the world wants to hear them all and it will hear them!" "You are feeling buoyant, I Raid. Rjnyant! Ah. you have the words VJn English; that's It, buoyant full of the pep! And when this beautiful snow goes awuy, I go to Italy where ' th sun shines, oh, so beautifully! And I just sit and drink sunshine and sing the roles and I show you! I ''They take 52 ounces pf pus out nf I my lunfffl and they look ciok and sad j and they think; I am to die, but you nets I foo them. I live and I love and 1 am full of the pep! . I "Then 1 fall down the steps while ThtyiT!jr -'PagliacrtA- Then I go to Brooklyn and 1 burst a blood vessel, and then come Christmas and I get pleurisy and huvo to have two operations. opera-tions. 'And now I put a stop to hard luck, and I fool the jinx and I go to rest and play very, goon. , "My "boy, he comeTbere from school and I feel so proud of him, and Gloria Is only two years old and needs me. ami my dear wife she need me and I get well and'ginp again. "I don't care for money, but X must in st it is mx art, my life. Ho stopped Lo rest, propped tip on trtmely pale and hollow-eyed, but brimming over with determination, hia eyes aparkling with conaclousneas of victory. My old teacher." he resumed suddenly, sud-denly, "said to me: 'At 25 your voice will be dead. You are the wind, blowing blow-ing through our windows. Pouf! In a moment it is gone.' "Well, I am 48 now and I still sing; my voice has not gone like the wind. And I sittfr again; 1 sing when I am 50." Dr. Anionic Stella saw me to the door. "We think he, will recover, the doctor doc-tor said. "His fever Is diminishing, he has slept well, he is gaining atrcngUi from his food and his courage is unconquerable." un-conquerable." Put Caruso's will be the first case on record of recovery where lungs have been so congested as to produce fifty-two ounces of pus. T (Copyright, 1821, K. E. A.) |