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JPRISB MONDAY AFTERNOON, DECEMBERrtr:n-ite)rt?r-gehevoicedruk-gertarisv-4 1BETTY LEE,” WHO IH KNOWN TO HER CHILDHOOD FRIENDS AS MISS KATHERINE COYLE, HAS CHARMED MANY AUDIENCES IN NEW YORK.i Unii; . thThe following write-up appeared in the magazine section of The At-Suresptlanta Journal and is a fair sample | Pres:of the devious means used for advertising people, by the metropolitan newspapers.The subject of the sketch was ;tion. Mrs. Proctor Chase Welch, former-Jed hInityly fllpumily Miss Katherine Coyle, of this fromcity, but who now calls herself “Hetty Lee.” She has been quits successful to a marked degreo in the East this summer, singing involcaTslanneiglthe♦he homes of many rich people. Her j makeIIdn-n-esof:kr-Ialye-t-irle2-56ie1-the ; engii that coulcat e^ Mon far i east path the e of ft. theredfam;ole?e18Thomasville friends will delight to know of her success. Pictures of her recently appeared in big newspapers, Vogue and other publications of that order.Said The Journal:“We'll postponed Christmas a day or two. daddy dear, and we won't hang up our stockings tillI'm home. Then we’ll have a Christ-» amas that’s to be just ours. I’ll sing songs to you, and wel’ll talk about I all I’ve done and al! you've I thought. S°.The pen seemed to get a little sputtery and the words to blur.The letter swallowed hard, brushed its eyes, took a deep breath, and went on:“I’m hurrying every ott I can.Rut it seems the time won’t ever come for me to start back home. Aren’t you glad we’re going to have our own Christmas?”The letter broke off as though it couldn’t find the words 10 say any more.of thnativplan! top oIsuedhaveiieIrollar chair the day through.His good angel, who's been away so long, sings to the rich people In'pHx-t their rich homes. | maytDaddy's life has been bounded ; gro by the walls of a room. Hers has known the ^freedom and happiness j of success in a big city. I ^ vr- I He’s had only her letters. She’s J ttle ( had Newport and Bar Harbor and Mrg Southampton. | madcBut did she forget? ,at ^11 j “Why,” she wrote to him, “it’sitof you. and sing as though weist-i-Ithereie,disyou that helps me to sing. I think ! n0Iinf.lgdaywere together. I choose the old |tIle .soings you liked; I croon a lullaby: is I so you’ll sleep and forget you suf-!on o j for. And. daddy, the songs go to Rpa,,their hearts, so that sometimes I j can se# the tears in their eyes. But . jit’s you; it’s not me.” j On! That is how Betty Lee, of Geor- ' many 4- jgia, has written to her father* who in ^n , lives an invalid’s life here at the the ^Home for Incurables.Betty Lee is coming *o Atlanta ^Tam either today or tomorrow to sing, ^oseotist Cise.jat the Druid Hills club Tuesday ;num*9 . fISnight. You may have seen that al-1 wkic]the aready in the announcement of i things planned for Christmas week.ij But the part of her home-coming ; yr* *id j that means most to her is meeting gjt.io invalid father who is with her }y J always in thought.i The story of Betty Lee has beeny.s.InSevra*ensnyr.gf:te:t11etold before in this part of The Journal—it has been so unusual. Because she has never quite grown; up and has sung old plantation melo-}f idles and songs of France as her nurse and governess taught her, Betty Lee has won success in New York.For instance, Mrs. Oelrich gave \ a fashion fete last summer in Newport that was planned elaborately. There were artists and artists. They sang and danced, and, no one much eared about any of it. Then, as almost the last thing, Betty Lee crooned old plantation melodies as she used to at her father’s bedside. Her rich audience forgot they were bored. They forget nearly everything. it seemed, execpt that here was one who didn’t offer ^hem drywas day i a fo holdi the ( ly h( ed c vbelA Oae8Serfed»ti)art, but truth and the freshness of youth.That wasn’t exceptional. Betty Lee has met equal success everywhere. For more than a year she has gone from one rich home to another, singing the songs of the South and the airs that a French governess taught her when she was a little girl..And £l11 the while she found time for almost daily letters to her sick father; for over a year she sought opportunity for a visit here and has wondered if, in some *way, she couldn’t aid the home where he is bed-ridden.It may be she will give a..concert for the home’s benefit. She has suggested that; and, If it’s pos-sihle, the plan will become a fact.But it's certain these two are to have a Christmas day, just their’s.Although Betty Lee’s first thought% •is of her father, she is eager for a Sou them audience to hear her render old songs of the South.It’s one of her pet theories that no melodies have truer sweetness than songs of before the war. Shedoesn’t believe we southern ere half* ^realize that.XJOft. O rftftft—----Th-Time 1 .vwhicl serve I h within al have so ne we lt;Savio Chris Ou pasto Aider every tribuitunit4 *melolt; Th is go most week(n th unuBiBe horns east gave parts pany. tainn her • every Ne eral recen E heautsendsstralgdlencAn
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Thomasville Daily Times Enterprise
Thomasville, Georgia, US
Mon, Dec 27, 1915
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