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Lethbridge Herald (Newspaper) - January 28, 1913, Lethbridge, Alberta ON  MEN AND WOMEN  IN THE PUBLIC - ETE  HAUPTMAN IS MODISTY ITSELF Nobel Prize-Winner in Literature Talks to a Star Weekly Representative. POETRY IN AMERICA It Does Not Receive the Place Deserves-Hauptman Popular in Germany. 4. the Special to: The Star Weekly. By.:THOMAS WEINER. BERLIN. Jan ERHART HAUPTMANN, ( _ poet-dramatist-novelist, whom ^�"^ the world has just delighted to honor on his fiftieth birthday, and to whom the Nobel prize of 540,000 for literature was this year awarded, is I rather difficult to find at leisure. On my first call at the Hotel Adlon, where he makes his home while In Berlin, he was "resting," and could not be disturbed. Later the saihe day he was "sleeping.' ' Ou my next call he was again "sleeping." The case, of course, was then clear. The popular conception of the poet, particularly of the poet who deals often with mystic subjects, as Hauptmann has done in "The Sunken Bell," still pictures him as a physically weak man, nlmost. in truth, of a feminine type, unfitted for strenuous everyday life. The elevator door opens. Can this be Hauptmann, this erect, almost rugged appearing man? The public prints of the past fortnight nave made his face familiar, but the first impression is decidedly not what one looks for in a poet. Five feet ten or eleven inches tall, well built, well proportioned, straight-physically a man far above the average. 'You are Herr Doktor Hauptmann?" I ask. " (Oxford conferred the honorary doctorate "uppn him in 1905.) \ ' ' "My name is Hauptmann." he replies. Add Nothing to His Stature QBVIOUSLY one has to deal with . an unusual man, for the German with a title uses it when he introduces himself. Ninety.,-nine times out of a hundred the betitled German, placing his heels ceremoniously together,. bows , and says: "I am Doctor Schmidt," or, "I am Professor Braun." It may be that Hauptmann feels that titles add nothing to his stature, but as one talks with him one gets the impression that his omission to use the title is more fairly ascribable. to honest modesty. Hauptmann was born on a SMesian farm, and at first, intended to become a farmer. Assuredly he has the physical strength and endurance, and it is very probable that he could "turn a furrow" as neatly as the farmers of his home town, .but when one studies him closely the poet appears. His face is clean-shaven and mobile, of the best Teutonic type. His bright blue eyes, a trifle small, are clear, piercing, and expressive. A full, splendidly-shaped forehead, is accentuated . by a considerable recession of the hair. Baldness, it appears, is no more considerate of the genius than of the hod-: carrier. A fringe of unruly hair, obviously resentful of the comb's well-meant, intentions, . rises baok of ..the broad brow. � From "time to time. Herr Hauptmann passes bis left hand over his" brow, a characteristic gesture, and about the only one he employs in. conversation." His fifty years sit lightly upon him. The lines of his face are the expressive lines of character, not of age. His step is as elastic as that of a youfu, his shoulders could carry the King's ;6at: , ' , Unmistakably the Poet BUT he is unmistakably the poet. He might, it is true, plow his two icres a day, .but it is more likely that he would stop. Ilka Robert Burns, to apostrophize the "wee, modest, crim-jon-tipped flower" which his coulter . lad bruised and- his moldboard buried. Of.good plowmen there are many, but ihere is only one Gerhart Hauutmann. Cerhart Hauptmann The poet shrugged his shoulders, the most, active, gesture he made during the interview. "Most decidedly not," he answered quickly. "I am strongly opposed to mechanical -contrivances. I dictate everything to my secretary." Hauptmann was plainly averse to talking about Hauptmann. The sub-! ject of America was brought up. Through all his successes he retains a modesty ithat does not always coexist with greatness. An incide'nt that occurred during a festal production of one of his plays during the recent Hauptmann celebrations in Berlin is characteristic. Hauptmann, who was guest of honor at the theatre, met Anatole France, the famous Parisian man of letters, in the corridor. France stopped and heartily congratulated You have visited America?" I asked. Hauptmann on receiving the Nobel ; A slight shadow crossed his face for a moment,; the : reflection of an un- j pleasant recollection. "Yes," he said. "I went over to prepare for- the presentation of my play, 'Hannele's HimmelfahrV (Hannele's Trip to Heaven). And the censor forbade it on the ground that it was blasphemous." The poet stopped a moment, then re-  're- peated: ""He said it was blasphemous. Later .the prohibition was withdrawn." ' Literature in America' THE incident did not, however, pre-1 judice Hauptmann against the United States/although it plainly gave him an unfavorable. view of the American attitude toward the higher forms of literature, especially naturalistic drama, and toward art. , "You must admit," he said, "that pt etry, whether because it' is not profitable or for'some other reason, is not greatly .esteemed In America. Walt Whitman is".more highly regarded here than he was at home. I understand, however, that there has been a great change in this respect since I was there, that men � of art, letters, and science are acquiring a higher standing every day. I am glad to hear it. When I was there the man of science, for example, did not stand high. ."We are all becoming like your people in America," he said. "I mean that we are-adopting from day to day your customs � and using your inventions. Do not understand me to say that we are becoming any less German, or that the Italians are becoming the less Italian, because of this. In the last! analysis, every nation will keep its peculiar'attributes, and it is well that it should. The disappearance of racial characteristics would be unfortunate." Hauptmann's eleven-year-old son, a bright, clear-eyed lad, who promises to look like his'father, is named Ben-venuto,-a-living witness of the writer's fondness for'the Italians. Hauptmann, his wife and. son, when not In Italy or Berlin, live In a beautiful villa, "Wie- prize. You are very - good," said Hauptmann, "but there is a man who had deserved it much more than I did. When you return, to Paris give the author of 'Le Lys Rouge' my compliments and tell him that the Nobel Prize should have been his." Anatole' France is* the author of "Le Lys Rouge." AN ASS, NOT AN ATHEIST THE REV. JOHN McNEILL, whOjWas inducted.Into Cooke's Church, Toronto, on Thursday, is more famous as a preacher in England, probably, than in any other country: Wherever he goes, his fame draws tremendous crowds. His power Is. said to lie-in the personal way in which ?he deals with his hearers. He speaks to them, not as a congregation, but as individuals. On one occasion, after preaching to an enormous cqngregation in one of the Provincial cities, he was approached as usual by a large number who wished to shake hands with him. Among them was a young man who said: "Mr. McNeill, I enjoyed your sermon; it was splendid, though I did not agree with you. being an atheist." "Oh, you're an atheist, are you?" re- PRINCE TAKEN FOR ROGUE A BRUSSELS antique dealer of a **� suspicious turn of mind recently had a great surprise. His shop, in a back street, was suddenly Invaded by three young men, who looked as though they were off on a shooting expedition. They talked halting French, but proceeded gaily to pick out some of the finest rarities the dealer possessed. The men told him if he would send the goods to 8 Place du Sablon they would be paid for. Searching up and down, he found no number eight.on the Place du Sablon, but was informed that the place was the palace of the Due d'Arenberg.' On his knock the great door opened, a majestic flunkey appeared and admitted the dealer, who was paid on the spot by the leader of his three young visitors. Then he learned who It was he had bsen taking for a practical joker or a thief. It was the German Emperor's third son, Prince Adalbert, on a private visit to Brussels with two friends. VISCOUNT ON STAGE AMERICA will soon have the opportunity of seeing the son and heir of a British peer in a musical comedy. Viscount Dangan, eldest son olLord Cowley, who worked for a short time as a scene painter, and is now in the chorus at the Gaiety Theatre in the "Sunshine Girl," has extracted a promise from Mr. George Edwardes of a small part in America. Lord Dangan is known as the "Waltzing Viscount," just as the Earl of Yarmouth is nicknamed the "Dancing Earl." Lord Dangan is, however, by far the better dancer of the two. He is in great demand among the Gaiety girls as a partner at the theatrical charity balls, which the chorus always attend in large numbers. Mr. Edwardes recently raised Lord Dangan's princely salary from �2 a week to �2 10s. The young peer takes his profession very seriously and has enough talent to take a musical comedy part, although his singing powers are not great. On the program he is, known as Arthur Weliesley. A GIGANTIC TRUST LONDON traffic is now in the grip of Sir Edgar Speyer, who is the head of a newly-formed trust which controls several motor-bus companies, >ix railway companies, and two tramways. This financial genius is a (Frankfort Jew, who came to London at the age of twenty-five to take charge of the business .of Speyer Bros., and he has greatly prospered- and made his home permanently in England. The trust which he controls has a capital of something like twenty-seven millions, figures which bear ample testimony to the scope of his financial operations. In the, business world Sir Edgar is one of the big men who qufet ly pull the wires behind the scenes, and he is known .to the general public for his munificent donations. He has given large sums to the King Edward VII. Hospital Fund, and the founding of an Art Gallery in Whitechapel was largely due to his efforts. He Is chairman of the: Queen's Hall Orchestra, and has done much to popularize orchestral music. Sir Edgar Speyer possesses a handsome town house in Grosvenor street, which he has filled with precious works of art, and he also maintains a pleasant retreat on the Norfolk coast. "MOP 'EM OFF" TAYLOR TOM TAYLOR, of Bolton, tho now member in the British House of Commons, is a genial t.nd unassuming looking man, who has confided to his constituents that ho dons not propose to make speeches in Parliament, but that he hopes to be able to vote with as much efficiency as any other member. He is already, however, amongst the Immortals, mid all because his slogan in tho election was supposed to be "Mop 'em off." It appears that his opponents, in derision, had bought thousands of tlnv mops and waved them from morning till night, but at the end of it all ho romped home with a majority that surprised both friend and foe. His appearance at Wesminster. therefore, evoked uproarious cheers from tho Liberals, mingled with a chorus from the Unionist of "Mop 'em off." Ho says, however, that he never ,said it, and that the fiction is due. to the stupidity (or was It versatility?) of a local reporter. He was denouncing tariff reform, and explained that his idea of reforming tariffs was, not to put them on, but to knock 'em off, but the reporter attributed to him the phrase "mop 'em off." Tom is, however, quite satisfied; for the error, or misrepresentation, or joke, or whatever it was, helped to swell his majority. When the clerk handed him the form of declaration at the table, he took out his glasses, adjusted them on his nose, and read the document very carefully before taking the oath. Taking no risk, is Tom. QUEER PETS MISS BADEN-POWELL-"B.-P.'s" sister-keeps quite a number of curious pets. One of these is a chameleon, which her famous brother sent her from South Africa before the dark days of Mafekihg. Miss Baden-Powell has a colony of tame bees ensconced in her London drawing-room, to the admiration, and sometimes terror of her visitors. She reHrs, too, Mots and lots of beautiful butterflies, and moths. Miss Baden Powell's pet sparrows are particularly familiar to her many friends. . They used to settle on the chimneypots and elsewhere upon her roof; but gradually became so docile that they would fly down to her whenever she called them, and enter the window of her boudoir. Then they would perch upon her shoulders, and saucily regale themselves with crumbs of cake from her hand to their heart's content. "B\,P.'s" charming sister is one of those ladies to whom all live things "take" instinctively. WITH A TEN-FOOT POLE W'HEN Dr. Edwards. ' M.P., for TTrontenac was conducting one of his political campaigns in the county a few years ago, there came out from Kingston as a critic and orator, "Dr." J. Gw/illia Evans, who is now serving a fifteen-months' term in the penitentiary for fraud. E,vans was at that time, however, a political debater, lending hi-.? services to the highest bidder, end he announced publicly that he was ready to give Dr. Edwards a fearful trouncing. Few of the people in the audience knew much of Evans' repulsion, except Dr. Edwards, who allowed his opponent to speak first. "I propos:," cried Evans as he advanced to the chairman's side; "I propose to handle Dr. Edwards without gloves." Then, he proceeded with a violent castigatioh, at the end of which the object of his attack arose to reply. "I propcsV cried Dr. Edwards imitating the pompous tone of his adversary. "I propose to handle Dr. Evans with a ten-foot pole." PRINCE LOUIS OF BATTENBERG _^DMIRAL.SIR FRANCIS. BRIDGEMAN having resigned, for reasons of health, H.S.H. Prince Louis Alexander of Battenberg, G.C.Bi, G.C.ViO., K.C.M.G...A.D.C.,. the Second Sea Lord, has beuo'me First Sea LocU'of the Admiralty. His Serene Highness, who'Sti 'experience of naval affairs is of the:first order, was born on May.24, 1854, at Gratz-j in Austria, eldest son'of the late- Prince Alexander of Hesse. In 1S>84 he married his cousin Princess 'Victoria," daughter*'of the Grand Duke Louis IV. of Hesse and Princess Alice, daughter of. Queen Victoria. He became a naturalized British subject and entered the'Navy in 1.S68. He became a1 lieutenant on the "Inconstant" ! during the Egyptian War, and, in charge of a battery, landed with the Naval Brigade for the occupation of Alexandria.' He; has nold command of a Cruiser Squadron, in the Mediterranean,Fleet, of the Atlantic Fleet;'and In the,Home Fleet. Amongst various other appointments hec has. held the most important one of Director of Naval Intelligence. Prince Louis visited Toronto at Fair'time a number of yaars ago with a detachment of sailors, from the fleet, the latter of whom gave very interesting gun drills' in front of the grand stand. senstein." in Agnetondorf, a village In ind.one rejoices that the Muse whis-'the Riesengebirge of Silesia. The poet1 PIERPONT MORGAN MAKES MILLIONS IN A SINGLE DEAL Just as Naturally as Others Turn Over a Few \ Hundreds. from points of production to the outlets at the foot of the lakes, from that point to New York there was, no longer any competition, as the railways under his direct and indirect control were the greatest trunk lines between the metropolis and Buffalo. One railway after another fell into IT> is claimed by those in a position to know that J. Pierpont Morgan j has made and handled moru; money j Morgan's hands, not through any deep than any other niariin the world, but]laid scheme or plot, but in the natural he has spent it like water. He-has practiced philanthropy .that tho world pered to this man while he was but aj soy. It was not, however, the Muse of poetry that first led him from the farm. Kb a boy. of eighteen. In 1880, he began :o. study sculpture, and devoted two rears to it. From Breslau, where he lad studied sculpture, he went In 1882 :o, the University of Jena, whore he studied history for a year. But the ooet in him was: too strong. In the following : year, his "Promethidenio" appeared, the first of his writings. Herr Hauptmann was reluctant to talk of himself. '-He waved aside an 'inquiry as to when he first felt the impulse to write.: .3^' ,j�'^But that is all .iri my books/' ho said. i;,. ;f.'Do you:have.regular.hours for -work,' iJC^'dp you take up. your -pen only whan joy. feel in the mood for it?" ,. i-i '!WeH,'' Ije sa}d, "I am 'a pretty ,regu dld much of his early work in a suburb of Berlin, and he is well known and greatly admired here. For that matter, he is greatly admired throughout Europe. Rarely have greater honors, been showered upon a man of letters than have fallen to his lot in the last weeks. -From every country of the Old World admirers have Journeyed to Berlin to take part in banquets and other celebrations in honor of the poet and dramatist; his plays hav� occupied the theatres, and "Hauptmann days" have been celebrated in schools, clubs, and societies. '� Modest to a Fault T?HEN came .'the Nobel prize, the 1 highest distinction possible for" a man of letters. And in this connection It'ls of interest'to'note that ho recelv e'd::in, 189B.\'lh$ Grlllparzer Prize, the .m^st.import^ht;literary prize granted |n"(CBrm4ny^to^"Hannele's Himmel-fahrt." the", play5which the Now "York Rev. John MacNeill. plied the famous preacher. "Ah! Then I suppose you have read Darwin's 'The Origin of Species'?" "No, I don't think I ever read that," replied the young man.'hesitatlngly. "Then you've read Wallace V" "No." "Have you read Huxley?" Again the youth replied in tho negative. "Then you're not an atheist," replied Mr. McNeill, "you're an ass." "SOONER OR LATER" HIS bluff Inconsequentiallty notwithstanding, that fine type of a British admiral, Lord Charles Beres-ford, hag always been a particularly temperate man, and is now. indeed, practically a teetotaller; A lady at dinner with IiIb lordship noticing that he took no wine, remarked: ' ' � -"Ah! 1 suppose all you hard-drink knows not of, arid the money ihat h spends on himself and family is said to run annually into the hundreds of thousands of dollars. Morgan inherited $10,000,000. but this has never been held against him. All , his life he has been a money maker, ibut not a money keep'er. He was born in Hartford, Conn., in 1837. Notwithstanding the fact that his father was a wealthy man, J. Pierpont Morgan went through some amount of struggling and was compelled to exert himself as others have had to do to attain success. While scarcely in his twenties, J. Pierpont Morgan became associated TEMPLEMAN'S DRILL j THE HON. WILLIAM. TEMPLE-'! MAN takes an acute interest in the most minute details of the operation of his paper, ".The Victoria Dally Times." Not long ago the Tim^s, was burned out, and since the occupation of tho ne,w building great pains have been taken to keep .fire,. preventive measures in good working order. One day recently Mr. Templeman. was In the composing room and caught sight of a coil of hose - badly covered with dust. "Is that hose.iin. working order?" he enquired of -the'roreman, who had to reply that hp did not know, as he had never used It. v ^ .��!' "Why, dear me, that hose.might lea'fc in a, dozen places If a'fire broke gut. We'll have to organize a periodical fire,drill to keep these things ;right." Whereupon Mr. Templeman 'imme-, dlately assigned each "man a position and a duty to perform" as so'bn ns.tbe tire''whistle was blown.  ..;;'; Mr. Templeman decided to screw the hose into the socket, while . the foreman was to run and-turn on the-water in another room^ ".'.'' \ ILL-TImM^ rluJMGR BOUT the .most' ill-timed, and iilj judged attempt, at humor i\v\ �^has\lJfeeR;v^pently;'^^^rJ[e^.^.ajp that Lawyer Samuel Feldman. who. deferi ed a- bigamist befqre^Judge; j|ulque in Ne'^r York., .The^man i#fs$Cto hi :six .Wives. Ho ;,ha'd-serye'd,ioneyprei ousl sentence for the same offenpe. �, '- ''Your honor," said Mr. Feldm merrily, "you should taka^into.co sideration that this 'man has.^Sufferi enough. Heaven iUfJfie knows what man' suffers ^.*lthr.!^^''Wfife^bu'jt. ho h five or cix.' "'�-"� �':',:'r':'''?,, .'.''. ... Judge Mulqueen'I'.egarlj.ediMtvF man in silence for a perceptibly' time.; Then he looked, down at desk. Then he looked up at Feldm again-' ; �'�.' \ -yd. � �' :\' -J i--i;:';':. v '�.' "' ". "Perhaps," he. said, !'it will bos court d^es rioifagr^; at;.allf wittf^ you .have been-eayiriff'"^JT'V'' -;- �'�'�>;"� Then he'senteribed Feldmftn's ell-Every now and th^h- the'^ Judge vvr Slncfc Mhfen m^-^ffn^emaH -l.ns' fiot->^^lu'^f^^ur^felr#c^^^^ '�" " - " 1 something. ' - ' ' " ""/'"'" A1 lion. W. Templeman, blew the half-screwed hose from the sockW and drenched. Mr. Templeman most thoroughly.':- ��..,,�. "There now, there, now.'V-.spluitered tha| gentleman.. "You never, know when these things' got out of order.'" taken any active nurt ln a fire drill. ;