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Show THE SALT LAKE TRIBUNE, SUNDAY MORXINU, AUOUST f 19, 1028. - i - ; V ';. """- "- '. ' :. ... 'I - A :-- A ! :..-.- .v K - - v: - ( 't , . Btty My Lovadar a a Vary Younf Girl, Whaa ArtUu ' V " . nr Batty May Waaring tha Rebaa PraacribaJ for Har During Har Stay at the Demeaitt'a "Abbey." Ravad Orar Har Angalic Faea. . 1 At Sha Looked After Dishevelled, All I TTB"! Had Cot Har Saraga and Worm. Dope - I W rr f irt jHHMHMMiiMi liiir Har Haggard, I" 'n' Mia ' unii TODAY, Coma-Bar- k S near-Eye- Cirliably Buoyant. F A IV BK T? A B ff THE ANGEL CHILD WHO bAW ntLL A w lArt bALn Heartfelt Confessions of the London Art Model Who Turned Apache and Took to Drugs, and How a Genuine Vision Redeemed Her at the Brink Ing up or down, as you choose. "Tired of Loudon, I slipped across the Channel to Pari. On the outskirts of Montmarte I met up with an Apache gang, whose leader I eventually became. People will tell you the Apache is a myth; don't believe them. I hunted with that particular pack for months. There was one young fellow In the crowd who fascinated me. He was called 'The White Panther,' because of the extreme pallor of his skin and the viciors speed with i which he attacked in a fight. "I grew to love the Panther, and when, Piwft' t one night, a former sweetheart of his J :':."':::. tried to claw my eyes out m iealous rage, I sank my talons in her face' till she , yelled for mercy. Other Apaches who ! witnessed the fight applauded me. They nicknamed me the Tiger Woman, and I A ; was proud of the distinction. "The nickname followed me home, as ' ,. '1 such things usually do. - When I returned to London and began to haunt the artists' studios in Chelsea they would whisper: 'There goes that tiger girl.' Jacob Epstein, the radical young scuptor, heard about me; sent for me, and offered me a jab as . 'The model. He modeled his me a me. after It gave naturally Savage' i , i 'J; t lot of notoriety. "The next sequence of events in "my life was painful. I had married a young British poet and mystic, named Raoul Loveday a dear boy he was, too. But he, with his impressionable mind and TRAGIC MATE. poetic sensitiveness, had come under the Raoul spell, the written word of a man whom I ArUtocratic Loeday, Young ' Engliah Myitis and Poet,. Whoe Married - learned to loathe, though I admit he was SATANIC SYMBOL. Life with Betty May Wti Cat Short by s persea of remarkable powers. Am EmblamalU Drawing, Connected with ( "This was Aleiater Crowley, Hit Untimely Death. Black Magic, Which Hung oa the Wall ef king of demoniac cults, who had left his native England for Cefalu. Sicily. There ; By W. B. SEABROOK. Betty May's Room at Cefalu, Sicily, Where he established an 'abbey,' in which he Periebed. Har LONDON. lived with his 'disciples,' women and men, saw I at that moment, yean it was an Interview with Betty and practised black magic. Hell!" "Raoul had read some of this Crowley's May) I was a dope fiend. I was enslaved to such an extent that I was a physical The girl who sat opposite me verses in the Oxford Book of Mystical and mental wreck. It Is not an occasion at the little tavern table in Soho raised Verse, and had entered into correspondfor pride that one has been one of the with 'Beast 66,' as Crowley signed eyes to mine that belied her words. Their enceletters dope fiends in London. Yet I did biggest documents. and The his innocent-lookupshot was and as direct gaze this thing, as Scotland Yard knows full friendship was" as that of a child, with a child's unpar- of this odd well." 1 .... that we set out for Cefalu, where Raoul alleled candor. , She then gave a short sigh which was and with to perstudy planned Crowley There were faint lines in the face, did all not at mournful. "How you man which was still comely, although the fect himself under the 'master's, instructo out ditch?" the of I age pull yourself m tions mystical practises. spiritual battles waged thereon had left asked her. She gave me a curious look, "This man, Crowley, whom I regard as - A their mark. Handsome as it was, this but with a queer kind of face was traced with a delicate haggard-nes- s a thoroughly bad person, had no interef honesty in it in having me at his 'abbey. It the sort of worn quality that may Whatever "It was drugs that sunk me. she rebe due to saintliness of thought, or physi- was Raoul in whom, as a student of plied, "and it was a sort of accident con Mysticism, he was interested. I was excal indulgence, or both. nected with drugs that started me uphill T . invited merely because I Uf IT... Tu.4.u cess baggage, lagain. I had got so low and depressed amason leader of happened to be Raoul's wife. artists' model; one-tim-e A friend 4 that I was thinking of suicide. "Crowjey, who at one time lad a cona fierce. Apache band iu Paris ; widow of of mine said : 'A sniff of Amyl-is what e a student of mysticism and the Black siderable reputation as a seer, you need.' I thought I knew all about and in hunter recent has, years, and Limehouse of the face" painter, Arts, "angel drugs, but this was a new one on ma. who went the pace, nearly wrecked her come a terrific cropper. 'All right,' I told her. She got me some. ' . metallic-eye- d "No the longer imposing, come bac and had life, just It was in a little glass tube, Eke an iodine As she sipped her wine bought legiti- - prophet' who used to thrill and hypnotize tube, inclosed in a silk wrapper sub- m a ftl v with an a4vanA Mvaltv An a impressionable young girls in the Latin rounaea wiut absorbent cotton, you book wWch she had Just soldAhe told me ,.Qnrt?r and New York's Gireenwich Vil break the tube inside the wrapper. The tell a straight-forwarme, stori today, fattish, they d of la ? Erases the stuff a liquid spills out on the cotton career. It bald, rather ridiculous old fellow who is ner checJcered, .purple-and-dra- b Inside the wrapper. Then you press it to not taken too. the even seriously by people was . an- ainazingly outspoken account, nostrils and inhale, hard. your who denounce him. from which nothing was. withheld, and in "The effect was overpowering. I rein "Friends of mine Paris, recently which no one' but herself was blamed for learned afterward that the drug's real turned, told me with laughter that Crowher personal tragedies. Five-name is Amyl Nitrate They use "I was born Marlow , Golding," she ley's attempts to impress- - the younger it in hospitals to restore life to the dead. said, "in, the slums of this city. My generation have been a complete fiasco. By that I mean, to revive people whose parents were nothing to brag about; they Times have changed, you see, and the hearts have stopped beating. As I were shiftless and now and then they, 1928 girl, brought up on the newer psysniffed, it rushed through my whole body drank. , It was a handicap for me that' chologists, has no time for like electricity. And then a strange was balanced, on the other side of the black magic. . thing happened. ' in those "But at he seemed Cefalu, days was I beautiful. asset real a ledger, by "My whole life came panoramically The adjective is not my own, choice, but a really abhorrent and masterful person, 4 1 Lsl past me, like a drowning person's. I saw was applied to me by several famous with some secret power over human be- -' that my life had been futile, stupid and his own, to such disciples as artists who wandering around Limehouse Ings all wrong. I knew that even when I had REPE F.MING VISION. and Soho in search of 'local color, "en- xurout.thought myself fiappy intoxlcatedJ,hdr, The Dora Engraving In tbe Hall Series That, Betty May Says, Snatched Her Back from tSiiPlt of "Xitlnction" "Raoul, I must explain, was not Just countered me as I threw mud balls at my been in HelL I remembered an engrav' ' Through Dope Esceaaee. an eccentric He was a of 'nut' buses. on stole rides or graduate companions ing that bad made a terrible impression atOxford his had I a University; poetry handsome, remember, "Qne day, on me as a ucue giri. it was ope of Oj tracted critical attention, and he came of "Crowley paid little or no attention to the climate hadn't aereed with him. "Whn I fl.d tmm RirW T:nrlnd. Dore engravings depicting VI, Mia ua.x&, UCN UCU 1IISU DWpiU the brink of a of social real I distinction.' me. Raoul him I heard most the "I family real of don't charge Crowley with cauiing she continued, "I thought I might find pit in Hell,, and while you couldn't e3 street 'A say beauty,' days playspent his Sicilian that think, 'The face of today, to his companion. journey genuine nig ciich wim me otiuv in w aiuuy, ufaui; mat wouia oe miy. out i some son oi nomey peace ana iry vo ior- peyona or below the crevasse, you couid uv wuiia uiat wie moorj at vri&iu was a get Kaoars tragic end. eat tmngs goi smell toe Hot ma ah gel. wio trjruj tiru " puanmuj yvi i ng wvex dwii on oiagic. iiicrv lau man waa John. sujpnur and hear the groans he to have "d various"stayed away worse and worse for me. Believe it or of the damned. And at that moment I magical incantations, including rrewsome and sinister place, from which Jrii that ought portrait painter, Augustus ' from L was the "He took weto nasty place, studio: killing of a cat because it was an 'eviiI glad to escape. not there was Some sort of curse on me; knew that was what I had been "Ivwill never forget the nirht of our spirit'.and the 'Beast' would, on state oc- She. stocDeaor a minut to take a there was no blessing on anything I at-- figuratively, and I saidi 'I'll pullthrougu, perched me on his knee, gave me' tea and myself The arrival. was weather in thunderous and easions, appear for some ceremony clad long, refreshing draught from the thin- tempted cakes, persuaded me to pose for him. His Just black despair. together NOW. And I have." I took to drugs, this time seriously. model. patronage gave me a sort of borrowed, sinister. As we knocked at the door of gorgeous robes and wielding a sword or stemmed wine glass hher hand. I could, artists' Loveday, Betty May second-han- d see that while she waa, getting tired of I was practically in the gutter." fame of my own. Other the 'abbey,' it was opened to us by a girl colored wand. She tiger girl of Paris and reclaimed drug- who had been an American "I thought it all very foolish, and noth- going over all these episodes in her life, reached inside her handbag; pulled out a eater, loo iced at me m see wnemer l beartists began to hear about me, and to named Jane, use me in their pictures. The sudden movie actress, but who had deserted a Ing more, up to the time that my husband and that the memories were jprowing more clipping from a British newspaper, and lieved her. The amazing part of it She fell ill. Enteritis was given by the medi- - painful as she progrensed, ttilf khe wanted handed it to me. I did. I thoughfof what some friend" Jump from Limehouse rags to Chelsea prom.'srng career for life at Cefalu. Love-day cai people in attendance as the official to press on and reach what, to her, was comforts 'got' me. I started to run wild. called loudly: 'Bast Mr. and Mrs. "See?" The angelic eyes were un- of hers had said: "She is a bad girl with are here. . Then our Strang exist- - cause of his death; they said that he had the climax. of her own "returnNfrom First it was champagne; then abeinthe; troubled, but the hand suddenly shook. a beautiful face and a gad heart." k been eating too many oranges, and that HelL" I read the press cutting. It said: "For seemed to in a pretty fair fumming-cs- . then cocaine and morphia. I was grow-- ence really began. (f:;;.;. "WWW,1 ? .V !. '''' . V I M now-famo- , -- isl "A1 . : Boy-Huba- lohg-disfan- ce g, big-gam- J 'J , &A' -- ' tib to-d- at fta'W. MM. lauraauaaal Fejun tarma. Im. Ore BrlUla aiiku lmrwa |
