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Show In IjjflBH Did you see the San Francisco Examiner of B ifjjBI J last Sunday. Rosemary Glosz was there with a nHhS I page, a whole page to herself, her own little Rose- B ' ' fffraB mary, who is playing the lead in Fiddle-Dee-Dee. Bj IJ BhS I Igoo pictured her in a serpentine creation of a B 1 ':4lBBB ' gown from "Worth," and Thomas Nunan tells the B ' ' 99R ' tale of her music and her clothes in a story that M ' (WBBn would make the bones of the beautiful Ysabel B ' Herrera turn turtle in envy in her watery grave. ' tlflBll'' Some, extra, la from Mr. Nunan's kind words B 'lUBHBHi Rosemaiy Glosz beamed her groat blue eyes B , ,'lHHRi upon me in soulful contemplation. Mr. Jerry Dil- B imSKmtt". Ion, the press agent, had told her to do that. Mr. k ijHBU-j Sam Davis, proprietor of the theater at which Miss w jBHRil Glosz plays the star part in Fiddle-Dee-Dee had B ' rololP assured her that ho would stand for the conse- B BhI' quences. Mr. Harry James, manager of the n :flNHf , American Beauty chorus-, was looking on. k ' I!IBhhh. "You are young," I remarked, determined to flU ' fflM Say somethIns in sPite of tlie presence of the soul- BBf 'MBj "I'm twenty-three," frankly replied Rosemary Ml mJBi "Skiddoo!" the irreverent Igoe half audibly re- WEt ;flHHB marke.d. He was hiding in a corner and making flK .fWflHRj pictures. But I alone heard the ejaculation. Brs ,'BBBH( "Yes," repeated Rosemary Glosz. "I am twenty- hH 'ISIBHl'i three. I went on the stage at seventeen." Bm C lllnBi Something that Igoe interjected then is not WBi twHErl worth repeating, but it attracted the singer's at- HHB ' tention. Distortion of the truth Is the whole art of R9 'IflXIr Miss Glosz is not merely young. She has won HH "'JBBHf distinction. She is the youngest American singer Hi v IflHBu known in all the capital of Europe. She has sung i ' mEBH before he critical audiences of Paris, Berlin, Buda- fin DBH pest and St. Petersburg; before the Kaiser in Ger- Bm ' ''ilflBBK many, before the Czar's relatives in Russia and be- H BmhSm fro "Doc" Leahy in America. She sings grand Opera in six languages, classic concert numbers in seven, and her "Own United States" in everything East or West of the dialect of Massachusetts. Having told me her age, and how to pronounce her name which is spoken as if it were GlrJce the prima donna confided to me that she would rather sing in grand opera than in Fiddle-Dee-Dee. "When I was in Europe, and I came home only two months ago," said she, "I sang 'La Tosca' in Hungarian at the Royal opera house, Budapest. That is one of my favorite operas. I sang 'La Boheme' and 'Carmen' at Berlin and at Frankfort-on-the Main." " 'Carmen' at Berlin?" said I. "Oh, yes," Rosemary Glosz responded. "I sang 'Carmen' 100 nights at Berlin. That is my best role, they say. I am going back to it after my engagement en-gagement with this company. You would hardly expect it to be so, but 'Carmen' is a favorite opera in Germany." "From Berlin grand opera to Sam Davis burlesque bur-lesque " The singer interrupted me. "Of course it is," shet said. "And I'll tell you how it happened. My grandparents are living in California and my father and mother were out here when the city was afire. I was singing at Budapest, but as I couldn't get a message through to California nor any news from here, I just broke, my engagement right off and came as fast as trains and the steamer could bring me. The folks were all right, I found. Then I concluded that I would stay here through the summer and buy a little ranch that I can call home. I will locate somewhere near San Francisco and come out here every summer." fc? 5 "But you haven't seen all my wardrobe yet," proudly replied the nrima donna. The ray of sunlight sun-light on the contented face of Sam Davis seemed somber in comparison with the gleaming satisfaction satisfac-tion that was visible on the young lady's features when the clothes were mentioned. "Just think of It!" Miss Glosz continued, taking a new position on her chair in the six-bit section of the house and touching me confidentially on the arm. "Just think of it! I have a gown that was mado for Queen Wilhelmina of Holland. It's a porfeclly wonderful creation, made by Worth. It is of heavy white Irish lace, in a rose pattern, and the roses are made so that they stand out, and it is built over white chiffon to show off the lace. More than 100 roses are worked in it. Now, can't you imagine It?" "Certainly," I said, as Sam Davis got up and disappeared through the canvas sido of the house, where no aperture had been visible. "A white dress with roses. But why didn't he Queen of Holland get it?" "Oh, it was one of a hundred that Worth made for Queen Wilhelmina," explained the singer, "and this particular gown didn't quite fit her as she wanted it to, so she didn't take It. They showed it to me at Worth's and as- it fitted me perfectly, without even the slightest bit of alteration being necessary, I bought it. "I sl'tll wear it in my next production aftor Fiddle-Dee-Dee. Oh, it's a dream, but you ought to see my shoes!" "No, not these!" said Rosemary Glosz, roveal-ing roveal-ing momentarily a pair that would do very well, even for stage wear. ' I mean my shoes with the diamond heels." Being accustomed to the use of iubber for ordinary or-dinary wear, I had never thought of the possible delight of walking on diamond. "Is that the fashion in Budapest?" I asked. "Oh, no, that's a Newport idea," was the reply. "Mrs. Reggie Vanderbilt started it. I guess she's the only other woman that ever wore diamond heels. I am the first to wear them on the stago. They are real, beautiful diamonds, too. "The shoes are of red satin, embroidered in cut steel. Twenty-two diamonds of one carat each, are in the heels." "Are you going to wear them In Fiddle-Dee-Dee?" I inquired. "No, I will wear them in my next production," said Rosemaiy Glosz. "But I haven't told you all," she added. "You should see the jeweled buckles that I wear." The exuberant suggestion embarrassed mo somewhat, as scanning the actress from head to foot I could discover no buckles anywhere In view. "They are amethyst and topaz, twenty-two stones in each buckle," said this Miss Rosemary, not quite contrary, but entirely outdoing the girl with rings on her fingers and bells on her toes. Jfi t? t "Where do you wear those jeweled buckles?" at last I ventured to ask. "Oh, cn the stage, of course," said Rosemary Glosz. "Of course," said I. (JC Then came a long story of the young prima donna's passport troubles in St. Petersburg during the Japanese war, when the Czar's ofllcials gravely grave-ly distrusted tho vivacious stranger who advertiser adver-tiser herself as a Hungarian singer but who told them she was an American citizen and under tho protection of her own United States. "And please," she added, "be sure to say that I am a pupil of Juliannl, with whom Nordica and Gadski studied and also a pupils of Sbrigilia, toach-or toach-or of Molba and Emma Eames. Will you mention that for me?" "Yes," said I,. "In my next production." . Whew!!! |