Memoirs of an American Prima DonnaKellogg, Clara Louise
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Memoirs of an American Prima Donna
Kellogg, Clara Louise
Kellogg, Clara Louise, 1842-1916; Singers -- United States -- Biography
We do not of course know how Miss Kellogg was dressed in other
cities, but upon the occasion of her last performance here we are
positively certain that her _répertoire_ did not seem to extend out
so far as either Nilsson's or Patti's. It may have been that her
overskirt was cut too narrow to permit of its being gathered into
such a lump behind, or it may have been that it had been crushed
down accidentally, but the fact remains that both of Miss Kellogg's
rivals wore _répertoires_ of a much more extravagant size--very
much to their discredit, we think ...
CHAPTER XX
"YOUR SINCERE ADMIRER"
A man whose name I never learned dropped a big, fragrant bunch of
violets at my feet each night for weeks. Becoming discouraged after a
while because I did not seek him out in his gallery seat, he sent me a
note begging for a glance and adding, for identification, this
illuminating point: "_You'll know me by my boots hanging over!_"
Who could disregard such an appeal? That night my eyes searched the
balconies feverishly. He had not vainly raised my hopes; his boots
_were_ hanging over, large boots, that looked as if they had seen
considerable service. I sang my best to those boots and--dear man!--the
violets fell as sweetly as before. I have conjured up a charming
portrait of this individual, with a soul high enough to love music and
violets and simple enough not to be ashamed of his boots. Would that all
"sincere admirers" might be of such an ingenuous and engaging a pattern.
The variety of "admirers" that are the lot of a person on the stage is
extraordinary. It is very difficult for the stage persons themselves to
understand it. It has never seemed to me that actors as a class are
particularly interesting. Personally I have always been too cognisant of
the personalities behind the scenes to ever have any theatrical idols;
but to a great many there is something absolutely fascinating about the
stage and stage folk. The actor appears to the audience in a perpetual,
hazy, calcium glory. We are, one and all, children with an inherent love
for fairy tales and it is probably this love which is in a great measure
accountable for the blind adoration received by most stage people.
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