Friday, September 27, 2024

Emily or, You have to be(at) Joeking!!!

 

We had barely recovered from the euphoria of Emily's Winton win, and subsequent celebrations, when yesterday she lined up again.

I didn't know quite what to think or to hope for. Thanks to the weird system of handicapping/field selection, Em, now risen to a pitiful but slightly more respectable R43 in the ratings, was cast in a 7-horse race which was virtually a free-for-all. Sure, she (the lowest-rated horse) was off the front, but so was the splendid ABADABADO. And only 10 metres back was the 3 year-old JOEKING, winner of three of his last four starts (he galloped in the fourth!) and, I am certain, destined for the heights. At 30 metres, was the much touted DEL'S CREATION which the press confided was 'aiming for the (new) $40k Dark Horse classic' in a couple of weeks. 

Ummm. Oh. So are we. Sssssh.

Kirstin was back aboard, as BURNING LOVE was in the lesser race. And anyway the vibrant Orange Roughie was driving DEL'S CREATION! 


The betting was curious. JOEKING was of course, favourite from the outset. But with DEL'S CREATION, OUR PINOCCHIO (another Willie horse) and ... EMILY (in one order, then another, then another) surprisingly close behind. Then ABADABADO ...

Oh well, it seemed we would go out 4th favourite of the seven. And maybe finish 4th. 3rd would be nice. 2nd would be wow! 1st .. well, it would need JOEKING to gallop ...

Well. He didn't gallop. But wow! We ran him to half-a-length!  With the gallant, under-rated, 
pacemaker ABADABADO third. The rest were nowhere. Fourth horse 7 lengths adrift!


Well, it looks as if the little girl is back to her old self ... the Tisbury air clearly agrees with her!

And just to put the icing on the gâteau, BURNING LOVE waltzed away with the other trot, before Kirstin jumped aboard a plane for Christchurch to take out the main trot at Addington with stable star FIERY BANDITO, and drive that grand mare FERNLEIGH BACKBIRD in to a fine second ...

It's bubbles all round this week!!!!!! Toi toi toi Tisbury!









Friday, September 20, 2024

EMILY: the new chapter

 


Emily. Our little sweetheart. All rugged up for last winter ... at Gerolstein. Why is/was she at Gerolstein? She was born at Phoebe Farms, collected from there by our late, very dear trainer and friend Murray Edmonds, and at his death she went to Howie down the road. Although her mother and grandmother lived most of their lives here, she had never seen Gerolstein. Well, I guess you could say her 'visit' was the blank page between two chapters.

Last season we came to a crisis point with the wee mare. After an early career full of spark and spunk, and a whole series of wins and placings in the Canterbury area, something went wrong. She seemed to be not the same gallant wee thing. Even our classy drivers jumped off. Something was wrong. 

Our merry little group of owners, too, was going through a tough patch. One evening we sat in that noisy room at Addington, prior to her race  .. six of us, and Wendy was the only one not carrying a walking stick! And there was a split of opinion in the ranks. Frank and John wanted to keep the mare in Canterbury, where they could, understandably, watch her run. I wanted to send her south, away from Addington (sorry, Addington at night is a nightmare to me) to race against a different group of horses, easier? perhaps a little. There she might regain her joie de vivre. Deadlock. We were and are all bosom buddies, so we could and did work it out ... finally, I bought John and Frank's shares (they have a qualified filly from the same family to follow) and little Emily came to Gerolstein. 

Photo.

A bit of a rest, a bit of a head-clearer, a lot of Wendy's best TLC and then: off to Southland for part two of her career in the care of our friend Kirstin Green (soon to be Green-Daly).

The winter passed, as Emily and Kirstin got to know each other, and the little lady was able, hopefully, to get into the happy frame of mind (aided by some physiotherapy) that had characterised her first two campaigns. So after a few months and a couple of undemanding trials and ... it was race day! WHAAAAAT she is FAVOURITE? Against a trio of fine Williamson horses? Why? How? What's up?  Well, whatever it was, it fell on its face. Em was completely oumanouvered by the three Willies and finished 'hard held', so said the press, ... second to last! 2.9 lengths from the winner.

Did faith waver? Not really. Try again, next week. Now Harness Racing New Zealand has a very odd and inconsistent handicapping system. They abolished the fine old C1, C2 way of doing things, which had served incontrovertibly for decades, and replaced it with a peculiar 'rating' system which can be easily manipulated. So everyhorse was supposed to race against horses of her/his own 'rating'. Well, thanks to her patch of ghastliness, Emily has hit rock bottom in the ratings. R35. So does she get to race other R35s?  Oh no. Now a maiden race has apparently become compulsory on a programme. Up to R50. And now we have a 'one win' race, up to R58.  Bit two-faced, eh? Half the old system, half the shamefaced new system. All of which went to mean that, while much higher-rated horses got to race in the maiden race, Emily, not eligible for the one-win race, either (she'd won three), had to be nominated for the main trot of the day, against horses rated in the 60s. Happily, this week, the one-win trot evaporated (for the second week in succession), the lowest-rated horses from the main trot were transferred to its replacement .. and Em was the lowest of the low. So the others had to give her a 10 metre start!  If anybody has read this far, I mean WOT!?  Talk about chaotic mess. Let's have one system or another, but for grandad's sake, make it a clear and sensible one. I suggest we start from the bottom ...

So, come the next week and there she is, off scratch, alone, with all the 50s and 60s behind her. And with a new driver ... Kirstin being committed to driving her other horse, she has been replaced by my old friend, 'the Orange Roughie'; Blair Orange, national champion driver, no less. Raining. Slushy track. And once again she is, goddamit, favourite! Maybe this little piece was the cause?


Well, as you can see 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=drfuxkgeF24&t=2s

She did it on her ear.

And, I should note, in a time a whole 3 seconds faster than the 'main trot'.




THAT's the girl we know! I think Emily's career might have just been re-kickstarted. Let's hope ...

In the meanwhile, looking forward to the debut of MISS MADDIE MAXIE (owners: John, Frank and Shirley) and sending heartfelt thoughts to those of our team who are less than well ....

PS Last evening, Wendy and I sat with a celebratory bottle, and watched the replays of Emily's four wins, plus her two Addington 'beaten a nose's ... bless you, little lady!










Tuesday, September 17, 2024

Edith Blande: actress and good time girl

 

I delivered the text for a new article to the publisher this week, and during our correspondence she asked me for some information on Victorian actress, Edith Blande. Of course I could help. Edith was a sometime mistress of (among others) composer Teddy Solomon, and a member of the Lydia Thompson Blondes ... I'd written quite a chunky piece about her, to include in both books ... neither of which I had completed. A slice of the stillborn Blondes book had appeared in Germany but ... not the bit about Edith. Shame. Was it still lurking somewhere in my computer's damaged brain?  So I looked. And there it was, in a file which was listed as containing zero bytes. In quadruplicate. Why? And Why? I clicked hopefully and Bingo! Number three regurgitated a version of the article!  So, here it is ... so that I can't lose it again.


BLANDE, Edith [Crosby] (b 2 Frederick Place, Lambeth, 16 March 1851; d Charing Cross Hospital, 15 May 1923)

 

Edith Blande may have only been a member of Lydia Thompson’s American troupe for a couple of months, but her career spanned several decades, it included all sorts of … shall we say ‘adventures’, and it left us with a swathe of newspaper stories and interviews, which have often been erroneously taken for fact, plus a fairly major mystery about her origins … and … well … I’ve spent a lot of time delving in Edith, and I haven’t really come up with a dotted ‘i’ and a crossed ‘t’, but I’m going to pour upon you all that I have found …




 

In her mature leading actress years – for that is what she became – Edith visited Australia. Australia treated her as a star, rather than just a tall, statuesque, blonde beauty of good all-round talents (and a colourful track record of gentlemen partners) and published a number of ‘in depth’ interviews – which didn’t dwell on the gentlemen partners, for Edith was now legally married – in which the lady gave her version of her life story for the edification or bamboozlement of the kangaroos. Well, her professional life story.

 

She begins by revealing her date of birth. 16 March 1860. Odd, then, that she appears in the April 1861 census of Britain ‘scholar’ (not child star!) aged nine. She says she was born ‘in Kensington’. So is Kensington part of Lambeth? Kennington maybe.

She gives her father’s name as ‘David Blande’ and says he died when she was four months old. The vital records of Great Britain contain no such name. In fact, Blande-wise they contain only one entry in the 1840s-50s. The birth of Edith Crosby Blande in the second quarter of 1851. But March is in the first quarter … And how and why 'Crosby'?

 

And there is the small matter of her elder brothers. Alfred (b Lambeth 1846; d Pancras 1931) and Arthur (b Blackheath,1849; d Edmonton 1925). Nowhere to be seen. Births? 1851 census? None of them. Invisible. Why are they nor in Frederick Street, where Edith has just been born?


Everyone becomes visible in 1861. Mama, Sarah Ann ‘31, schoolmistress’ 'married', Arthur 12 solicitor’s clerk (!) and Edith 9 are in Water Lane, Blackfriars. But they take some finding. Because they are calling themselves what looks like ‘Brooks’. Arthur has Bland (sic) as a middle name. And Alfred? Well he is frankly listed as Bland, but he’s over at 2 Alderman’s Walk, Bishopsgate, living with Mr Benjamin Lawrence, 62 (1798-1870), to whom he is listed as … grandson! So is Sarah Ann ‘Blande’ or 'Brooks’ really Sarah Ann Lawrence? Was she ever actually married ‘at 15, to a man 24 years her senior’ as Edith claimed. Well, later mama would list herself as ‘born Bishopsgate’. And there is this Benjamin giving birth, at no 11 Tiverton Street, with the aid of his wife, Hannah Maria née Wotton, to a Sarah 13 June 1825, and the witness (marked with an illiterate x) is Hannah’s maiden sister, Sarah Ann Wotton. Who just happens to be there, in 1861, with Alfred …


That part is looking good. Yes. More evidence. Sarah [Ann] Lawrence (d 1901) confirmed. But where do the Brooks and the Blande come in? Wait a mo! Sarah [Ann] Lawrence (spinster) married George Frederick Brooks, bricklayer, 27 February 1853 ...  so is she not biologically 'mama'?


Anyway, you see the problems. Only increased by the two boys giving their father’s name variously as ‘David’ and ‘John’ on their wedding certificates…  Suffice it, I feel, to say that there was a chunk of irregularity somewhere along the line, and that Edith, on top of that, in her efforts to chop a decade off her age, if for no other reason, muddled her life story considerably. 

 

Well, my friend Andrew Lamb, who is an impeccable scholar where facts are concerned, decided to take the only way out. He purchased the birth certificate for Miss E C Blande. And it contained the answer, but also a surprise. Oh, it’s our girl all right. Born 16 March 1851 in Kennington Lane, Vauxhall. Just registered in the following quarter. Parents? No David. No John. No Sarah Ann. Edith was born of ‘unknown father’ and a lass by name ‘Clara Blande’. Who in heaven was she? I suspect, a fiction.




 

Just to clear them out of the way, both the boys, whoever they were, took the name Blande, both had respectable lives, with respectable wives, and respectable children, as respectable clerical workers, and outlived their sister. Well, I presume she was. Relation, anyhow.

 

My first sighting of ‘Miss Edith Blande’ on the stage is at Christmas 1867.

 

However, Edith’s Australian ‘life history’ has it otherwise. Rightly or wrongly. I’ve chased all her claims and found nothing but rebuttals of her stories, but…

 

According to Edith, she made her debut at 3 years and 8 months as a kiddie in the Drury Lane panto. You know, one of those stories of I-was-going-to-the-chemist-for-mama-and-walked-past-Drury-Lane-stage-door-on-kiddie-call-day …  Yeah. OK. 3 years and 8 months with a March birthdate.  Which would make it the 1854 panto … Jack and Jill. Of course, the infants weren't listed ... There was a Miss Bland in the 1861 Lane panto, but she doesn't seem to have been a child. There was, also, one active in Dublin. No 'Blande' though.


So, she went to study dancing with Chappino (who?), and at eight she was Columbine at Greenwich Theatre ..   ummmm … revisionist, ageist stuff at work here? I suppose the kangaroos didn't know that the Greenwich Theatre only opened in 1864. Its first two Columbines were Olivia Sharp (1864) and Jenny Talbot (1866). And Miss E Blande was engaged in 1867, not for Columbine (Miss Stanley), but for the role of the Queen of the Fairybirds in which she was voted ‘most fascinating’. Aged something like 16. Not 8. She also played in Camilla’s Husband (a title which should earn it a revival in these post-Elizabethan days) and shared the stage with George Beckett (brother to the more famous Harry of the Thompson troupe) and the memorable Harriet Everard.

 

Next, we are told, little Edith ‘supporting her family after her father’s death’ (oyoy what about 'Mama’s' schoolteaching? And a brother clerking from age twelve?) played important kiddie roles with Phelps (Puck, Fleance and Ariel?!) and Charles Dillon (Belphegor, Richelieu). Well, I’ve searched. I mean, Dillon left England for a number of years in 1861 … But she quotes, verisimilitudinously, the young teenage role of Amy in A Hard Struggle (1858) which was introduced by Amelie Conquest … but later played, uncredited, in the suburbs and provinces ..  OK. In Dublin, post-London, Dillon gave A Hard Struggle, with Miss A Parker as Amy. A ‘Miss [E] Bland’ (sic) had a tiny part in the accompanying play.   Understudy? Or is this the Dublin 'Miss Bland'?

 

Next, ‘aged 10, she went to ‘[Clifton W] Tayleure at the Grand Opera House’ in New York. Well, that’s clear enough. The many tentacled Mr T was only in charge at the so-called (not very) Grand Opera House for a short while. In, it seems, 1868-9. He was 'late manager' by July 1869. So, that doesn’t fit her say-so. And she stayed in America for seven years … that doesn’t fit either.

 

Do we just forget Edith’s say-so career as a juvenile (under whatever name), and start at 1867? At age 16. Because that’s what I’m going to do …

 

So. Greenwich Theatre, Christmas 1867. Camilla’s Husband and the Queen of the Fairybirds. Then Daisy in The Village Blacksmith. Next sighting: Dundee with an ephemeral ‘London Burlesque and Comedy Co’ and the dancing Morgan sisters, as another Fairy Queen in the Byron burlesque Cinderella. In September of 1868 she joined F B Chatterton’s stock company at Hull, along with another young beauty who would also go on to become a Thompson blonde: Miss Emma Grattan. Edith played Titania to Emma’s Puck in A Midsummer Night’s Dream, and played Urgandula when Emma took Lydia’s famous role in Magic Toys. Hull liked them a lot: ‘a most promising young actress of varied and considerable abilities’ ‘actress vocalist and dancer .. preposessing and perfectly unassuming’, ‘Miss Edith Bland is warmly and deservedly applauded for a skipping rope dance’ Miss Edith Bland, a young and accomplished actress, and an invaluable acquisition to the present, or, in fact, any company’. She played Oliver to the Dodger of Toole, Lucifer in Under the Gaslight, principal girl to the boy of Cicely Nott in the panto of Robinson Crusoe, and guess what! In November Mr Charles Dillon came to guest and played Belphegor, Macbeth … What’s the betting that teenaged Miss Blande played Fleance and those other roles that she would have had us believe she played with the fading star as a baby. And who is Macduff?: why, John Ryder. The same dramatic coach who, Edith told Australia, had advised her to be a Actress rather than a dancer. And there she is playing in Richelieu (‘the remaining parts were played by Misses O’Berne and Bland’).

In the new year, I see her at the Royal Alexandra in Glasgow playing in Extremes and performing Louise Keeley’s five-character role (also favoured by Miss Thompson) in the adaptation of Une fille terrible as The Little Rebel …  and somewhere Wang in the Ivanhoe burlesque ..


The next part of the story goes (or did, when it came to court) that, at this stage, Alexander Henderson saw her, and hired her to join the Lydia troupe in America. I wonder when and where he was supposed to have done that. Because, since August 1868, Mr Henderson had been on the other side of the Atlantic. But on 16 September Miss Edith Blande, actress, aged 20 and Mrs Mary Blande (!), aged 40, boarded the City of Paris destination Philadelphia. 

 

The company had been somewhat rearranged during its Pennsylvanian stay. The Pitt sisters and Bessie Sudlow had been and gone, Pauline Markham had returned, Lizzie Weathersby had confirmed herself as a worthy replacement for La Weber, and Edith looked scheduled to be an improvement on Ada Harland. But it didn’t turn out that way.

 

 Edith opened in Baltimore and appeared as Jupiter in Ixion, as Selim in Sinbad, as Lisa in La Sonnambula et al to much approval:

‘Miss Edith Blande does the skipping rope dance excellently, and displays qualities which place her in the front rank as a danseuse’. The company moved on to Washington, Cincinnati, Louisville and to Chicago .. ‘pretty, graceful and her face has considerable expression. She acts with life and adds greatly to the life of the burlesque’. And Henderson sacked her. He must have, because she sued him for the four months’ unexpired wages – one paper said $1000 another $2000 -- and he settled out of court.

 

There is clearly a story behind all this. Edith was an ideal recruit for the company. She had been well received. She was not taking the limelight (or, I imagine, anything else) from Lydia and Pauline. Did she go or was she pushed? She would advertise herself thereafter as ‘of the Lydia Thompson troupe’. Unless the testerone-bulging Mr Henderson found her propinquity too troublesome … but in other cases he’d simply unbuttoned. Did Edith, unlike most others, find him resistable? It’s all theory. But there must have been something.

 

Anyway, by Christmas 1869 the Blonde weeks of Edith’s career were over. And there was still half a century of career to go!

 

It started in a curious way. Within weeks, Edith (and mother came too) was installed as leading soubrette lady ‘from the Theatre Royal, Drury Lane’, at CP deGroot's National Theatre in Fort Scott, Kansas. She played Asmodeus and The Little Rebel, she played Caste, Peter White and All that Glitters, and then moved on to Topeka and to Omaha … 

Omaha is the source of a bit more mis-history on Edith’s account. The local paper, looking backwards a decade later, has her based in the area for five years ‘she worked hard and used all the money she could earn to improve her acting and her wardrobe, for she was aiming to be a star’. Hardly. Although she did return to Omaha. 

On 22 March 1871 she joined Lisa Weber’s burlesque company on the road, the following year she was based in Chicago, playing everything from The Ticket of Leave Man and Across the Continent to The Black Crook and appearing in variety programmes (‘Miss Edith Blande, sensational burlesque actress’), before joining Milton Nobles and Susan Denin in a ‘New York Combination’. In 1873 she was part of Mlle Sappho’s Comic Opera and Burlesque company, trouping in the drama The New World, then touring The Little Rebel and the protean playlets A Day in Paris and Grandfather’s Child around the variety houses. She joined up with Emma Grattan again in minstrel-man Dan Shelby’s Buffalo company, visited New York’s Metropolitan and Tony Pastor’s …


And then she went home. To England. She seems to have been booked for the Edinburgh pantomime, but instead she made her ‘first appearance in London’ (true) and her ‘first performance in burlesque’ (manifestly not true) at the Opera Comique with Pattie Oliver. Miss Oliver had scored a hit in 1866 with a Burnand burlesque of Black-Eyed Susan and now she revived the piece, with herself, Dewar and Danvers from the original cast. The original William had been Rosina Ranoe (Mrs Burnand), this time it was Edith Blande. And she scored a fine success: ‘her hornpipe is capitally danced, her songs are well sung, and she speaks her lines with point and intelligence’ as the revival ran on through Christmas and into the new year.


Edith as William


But Edith didn’t hang around to capitalise on her newest and biggest success to date. After a brief appearance with Kate Vaughan and Johnnie Rouse in an eastertide Turko the Terrible at the Alexandra Palace, she (and 'mother' came too) took the MS Chester back (25 May 1876)  across the Atlantic.

 

This time, it was not Omaha and Topeka, however, Edith was hired as a Actress (‘from the Gaiety and Criterion Theatres, London’!) at New York’s Fifth Avenue Theatre. Ah Sin, the Heathen Chinee (31 July 1877) by Bret Harte and Mark Twain starred C T Parsloe in a tour de force in the title role, Dora Goldthwaite and old friend Mary Wells led the women, and Edith was cast as Anastasia Plunkett, ‘a masculine kind of woman’ in which role she attracted some grudging attention (‘has acted in this country before, principally on the variety stage’). ‘If she would enrol herself as a member of a stock company in some first-class theatre, and legitimately pursue her profession, she would be likely to attain an excellent position’ nodded The Clipper. Which is what she had, theoretically, been doing in Omaha.

 

When Parsloe took his play on the road, the Fifth Avenue company stayed behind and appeared in Our City, but 8 December Edith and mother headed back to England. Edith’s success in Black-Eyed Susan made her obvious casting for the sailorboy lad (Harry Halyard) in the next Burnand burlesque, of the old My Poll and Partner Joe (10 June)Producer Edward Righton, at the Globe Theatre, had put together a fine cast: Mrs John Wood as Poll, himself as the villain, Harry Paulton as the dame and Edith as the nautical hero. She sang ‘I Love Her', danced her inevitable hornpipe (nowadays without the skipping rope), all went well, but My Poll didn’t catch on as Susan had, and by July, Edith was at the Olympic Theatre playing Rose Maylie to Rose Eytinge’s Nancy Sikes. And by September she was at the Folly Theatre. Manager Alexander Henderson. Star: Lydia Thompson.




 

It wasn’t quite like being a Blonde again. Things had moved on. This was a slightly more sophisticated programme. All from the French. A play by Meilhac and Halévy (La Veuve), and a tricky opéra-comique (L’Étoile) metamorphosed into an English burlesque extravaganza. Lydia played only the extravaganza: Edith played the prominent role of Mrs Jekyll in the play, and the Head of Police ‘with a curious costume ornamented with padlocks’ in the musical. Which failed utterly. Man is not Perfect and Retiring were given a try, and a Carmen burlesque in which Edith featured as Lillias Pasta then Morales. Carmen did much better, and the season ran through till mid-March. 




 

In June, she took up another London role, this time at the Globe Theatre in an extravaganza entitled Venus, complementing the hit comedy Crutch and Toothpick on the programme. Nelly Bromley of Trial by Jury renown was Venus, and Edith ‘a magnificent Proserpine’. It wasn’t the best part Edith had ever had, but it turned out to be one of the most influential. The music of Venus was the work of the young conductor ‘Teddy’ Solomon, sometime md from the Folly, and for the next few years Edith was to be, very openly, Mrs Solomon. She couldn’t actually be Mrs Solomon, because there was one who had legal claim to that name, and although the story doesn’t belong here, its been so falsely reported on the wwweb that I’ll just pop in the basic facts.





Teddy’s legal wife (1873) was Jane Isaacs, known in the music halls as Lily Grey (1 daughter) whom he soon abandoned for the charms of Minna Cecilia Reynolds (1857-1906), another young dancer and singer known as ‘Minnie Venn’ (1 son, 2 daughters). The second daughter was as yet unborn when Teddy moved out from Minnie, and in with Edith. The new couple can be seen in the 1881 census at 31 Burghley Road, and Edith has, of course, chopped half a dozen years off her age.






At the Globe, Venus was replaced by Balloonacy (music: Solomon) with Edith playing the Princess in the affair, before she was engaged for the Alhambra’s production of La Fille du Tambour-Major, in the second female role of the vivandière, Claudine (‘Miss Edith Blande makes a stalwart vivandiére, Amazonian enough to personate Penthesilea’).

In December 1880 she wrote to the Era from the Alhambra claiming that someone had been forging letters in her name making dates ‘with gentlemen’, and offering 20£ reward for the arrest of the offender. I fear no one was arrested.

 

When Teddy’s new musical, Claude Duval, was produced (24 August 1881) by Michael Gunn, there was a role for Edith, when its companion forepiece Quite an Adventure was mounted she was again cast, and when his The Vicar of Bray was produced in New York, the composer went to supervise and Edith went too, to play the role of Nellie Bly ‘the leader of the ballet’. She was well cast. ‘This lady is phenomenally tall, towering above everyone else on the stage, and wore a startling dress as the leader of the ballet by which means she created a sensation which reached a climax in her dance in the last act. Such an exhibition of fine underwear has never been seen before on the New York stage’. 

The Clipper reported: ‘Theatrically, the present week is mainly eventful because of the reappearance in this country of a favourite of all of us when we were younger and better looking. It was not enough that Miss Edith Blande stayed away from all of us for several years. She must needs blandly harrow our feelings further by coming back to all of us married; and too a mere musician too! However, the chance for all of us to revenge ourselves is presented in the fact that the more or less alleged opera in which Miss B returns to this country is of her husband’s handiwork. Holy Solomon!’

 

Husband. They knew perfectly well…  Anyway, she went home without him, it seems. Teddy moved on to Lillian Russell, Edith’s name was linked with the ‘between-wives’ Henry Abbey, with ‘an American manager in London’ (maybe the same, he was lessee of the Lyceum, and there in 1885 et al), with ‘a dramatic author’… and there were also hints that she’d had Solomon’s child … but I think not …




 

Back in London, she went touring for Gus Harris as the heroine, Florence Templeton, in the first tour of the Drury Lane drama Pluck (1883) but then seems to have lain low (maybe ‘lain’ is the right word) until later 1885 when she appears at the Crystal Palace and then as principal boy with Edward Righton in the Manchester Prince’s panto. In 1886 she played King Charles in George Dance’s burlesque Oliver Grumble in town and country, then went out in Kate Santley’s company playing the ‘ambitious and jealous’ Princess Zamine with ‘marked ability’ in her new musical, Vetah.

And during the tour, she got married (11 October). Yes, really and legally married to a previously and currently unmarried man. Who just might have done better to have remained unmarried. I feel there may have been a reason was ‘Austin Brereton’ theatre critic and journalist, was a bachelor. But I’m only guessing. The Australian interviews make it sound as if a Greek God walked into her dressing room … and ‘boom!’. Well, we all know about those Greeks.

 

Edith played Abdallah in The Forty Thieves for Gus Harris at Drury Lane into the new year, and then … made the papers again when she had a 60 year-old carman dragged into court for allegedly grabbing her boob in the street. It was a silly thing to do. Because Brereton had just issued a libel suit against a newspaper editor who had cast aspersions on his wife’s (former) virtue, and that editor briefed counsel to support the cabman. And, in spite of the Brereton’s refusal to respond to the questions on Mrs B’s morals (which of course, had nothing to do with the case), newspaper paragraphs proliferated. And the carman was acquitted.

 

A few months later, Brereton launched his wife, starred in the role of Princess Claudia Morakoff, in a national tour of The Red Lamp. He ended up bankrupt. Two months later, the couple left for Australia for Williamson, Garner and Musgrove. Edith played emotional dramatic leads, comedy stars, the odd panto .. and was accepted as a top of the bill star. 

 

But things weren’t – surprise – as good in her private life. Aussie scuttlebut spoke of a forthcoming divorce from Brereton, caused by her ‘excessive jealousy’. They don’t seem to have cohabited after their return to England. But I can’t find them in the 1901 census.

 

On her return to Britain Edith continued to work, in leading roles and then in character roles. She seems to have worked up till her last months of life, ‘age 70’.  Brereton had died the year before down in Hertfordshire. But she still billed herself as ‘Mrs Austin Brereton’. I think perhaps her life in the theatre may have been more fulfilled than her romantic life. It sometimes doesn’t pay to be too striking …

 

But, gee, not many sometime Blondes had a half century of work in the theatre!

 

PS she is not the Miss E Bland who advertised 'sixteen years old, three feet high. eighteen stone' in the mid 1870s!

Sunday, September 15, 2024

Madame Claire Hennelle: late come, lavishly praised.

 

Every so often, the words of Andrew Lamb ring in my brain. 'Get those Victorian Vocalist articles of yours up on the Blog, or you'll die and they'll never call you father'. Waiting for my doctor's results, today, I was feeling particularly 'mortal', so when the Henrion music sheet popped up on the Internet, I decided to 'do' this lady ..

HENNELLE, [Sophie] Claire (b Paris, 30 December 1806; d after 1850)

 

Madame Hennelle had but a short time in the limelight, appearing with much success in the Parisian and London concerts during the 1840s, when she was adjudged one of best French concert vocalists of her era.

 

Madame Hennelle was born Sophie Claire Wuïet, the daughter of one Jean-Baptiste Wuïet and his wife Louise Angélique Théophile Herbillon, and a niece of the celebrated Caroline Wuïet, at a date which I have finally managed to unearth. She married, 14 February 1828, Charles Hennelle …

 

This is Dr Charles Hennelle (b Paris 31 March 1794; d Paris 4 July 1850), surgeon and the author of Nouvelles recherches sur le mode d'action du principe de derosme et de la morphine, rather than Monsieur Hennelle, the baritone of the Paris Opéra …

 

Mme Hennelle doesn’t seem to have started a career as a public performer until a decade after her marriage, although I spot her singing at a fashionable do in the Faubourg Poissonière, before notables of the worlds of music and medicine, in 1837, and a piece of music (‘Ma mère, c’est ma patrie’) dedicated to her in 1838 by the composer Paul Henrion. 




 I also spy her in 1842 (27 August) giving a ‘remarquable’ ‘Non piu mesta’ at Castellino near Paris. Confusingly, Monsieur Hennelle de l'Opéra, appears on the same bill!

 

It seems that she operated, initially, largely as a singing and piano teacher, for when, in 1843, she published a Rudiment des chanteurs, ou théorie du mecanisme du chant, de la respiration et de la prononciation, she was billed as Mme Hennellle ‘professeur de chant’.

 

It is 1843, also, aged 37, when Mme Hennelle comes fully into view as a performer, first in concerts of her own in Paris (‘Non più mesta’, Halévy’s ‘La venta’, ‘belle voix … plein de gout’) and then, the following year, in London. Her first British showing appears to have been at the tenor Brizzi’s concert (21 June), in the company of Grisi, Persiani, Favanti and Castellan, followed by the concerts of the W H Seguins (24 June, Offenbach played the 'cello) and Mme Oury (1 July), where she sang alongside Castellan, Révial and Marras. On 8 July she staged her own concert (with Mecatti) at the Princess’s Rooms, and was acknowledged as ‘an improving vocalist and well deserving of success’ for ‘an expressive delivery of those French romances … in which one gets a whole opera in half-a-dozen couplets’.

 

She returned to Paris and, during the winter, was heard at ‘at the Ministry of Finance, chez the Duchesse Decaze and M Orfila, where she had a brilliant success’. Dr Orfila was a colleague of Dr Hennelle. In March, I see her at the very social Marras’s concert (‘professeur de chant qui a fait ses preuves et les fait tous les jours’) and at the Salle Pleyel (12 March) on her own account, before at the end of April she made another sally to England. 

 

She appeared again in the fashionable company she had found in Paris, singing for Brizzi and for various charitable causes, then on 23 June 1845 she made a debut at the Philharmonic Society, with her Cenerentola scena and a Belisario duet ('Chi mi reggi') with Pischek.

 

The press described her as ‘a lady who from change of circumstances has nobly determined to convert an accomplishment into a profession’. Really? This was a frequent ‘excuse’ for a lady going on the stage or the platform. Daddy lost all his money, or my husband died. Well, maybe he did. Anyhow, Mme Hennelle needed no excuses when it came to quality: ‘a soprano of pure quality and extensive register, though not remarkable for power’, ‘Her intonation is perfect, her taste pure and her execution equal to any demand that rational music can make on it’, the Rossini being judged ‘effectively rendered … her success may be pronounced decided’.

 

The next week she gave a concert in Albermarle Street (Clapisson’s ‘La Fauvette’, ‘La ci darem’ with Pischek) and sang at Leopold de Meyer’s concert, and a fortnight later (7 July) she was summoned to entertain Queen Victoria and her guests, along with Pischek and Dorus-Gras, at a Buckingham Palace dinner party ('Non più mesta', Adam's boléro 'Mariquita'). The next week she sang at Willis’s Rooms for Sabine Lozano (more 'Non più mesta'), for Mlles de Dietz and Bochkoltz (9 July, Meyerbeer’s ‘Chanson de Mai’), and for Eugenie Garcia (Sonnambula aria, duet with Garcia, trio) before ending her season and returning to France.

 

I spot her in the winter, singing ‘Giorno d’orrore’ with Ida Bertrand at that lady’s concert at the Salle Herz (15 January 1846), at Dr Orfila’s with Valerie de Rupplin ('Mme Hennelle a ouvert la soirée par le duo du Comte Ory, qu'elle a chanté avec le talent qu'on lui connaît, et elle a obtenu les suffrages unanimes en disant la cavatine de la Sonnambula, dont tout le monde sait la difficulté’), and in Maximilian Girac-Lévy’s symphonie héroique Les Cendres de Napoléon, before heading again to London for another season of fashionable concerts (Brizzi, British and Foreign Institute, guitarrist Louisa Johnson, Sophie Dulcken, violinist Signor Emiliani, Kathinka de Dietz and Nanny Bochkoltz, Moscheles, pianist Madame Judine, Parish Alvars, Mme Oury, de Rupplin, the Distins, Mlle Judine) and another of her own (with Mrs Bompiani) at the Hanover Square Rooms (22 June 1846). She sang Adam’s ‘Cantique de Noel’, a Dessauer romance, ‘Le Retour des Promis’, and an aria from Pacini’s Saffo, and was now comfortably greeted as an old friend: ‘a vocalist of great taste, finish and facile execution. There is both purity and energy in the style of Madame Hennelle and she bids fair to become one of our most popular and distinguished concert singers’.





In the Paris season, she appeared in an opéra-comique, L'Anneau de Mariette, chez Orfila (22 November 1846) and she teamed up again with the baritone singer/composer Ercole Mecatti, frequently singing his songs at his and her concerts. 

‘Mme Hennelle a chanté un ravissant duettino de Mecatti avec l'auteur, et un boléro qui a vivement impressionné l'auditoire: elle s'est surpassée surtout en interprétant avec un sentiment exquis, avec une expression merveilleuse, la nouvelle romance de M [Francesco] Bonoldi, ‘la Prière exaucée’,‘elle a de la legèreté, un gout exquis, un excellent style’,‘[elle a] parfaitement chanté l’air de Lucia …  une belle voix, une excellente méthode ... une artiste hors ligne’.

 

Come the season, the two artists were seen again in London, where they appeared in several concerts, giving his duet. She also sang Clemenceau’s ‘playful and tasteful’ ‘La Bouquetière du roi’, a Neapolitan song at Julius Benedict’s huge concert, for the Seguins and Emiliani again, and for her own concert (17 June 1847) brought out the well-tried ‘Naqui all’affano’.  ‘An excellent artist …unaffected, musicianlike … lovely soprano voice’.




 In January 1848, I see her at the Hôtel de Ville in charity concert, with the Iweins d'Hennins giving the Adam 'Noël' ('chant religieux empreint de plus haut élévation'. 'Nous avons reconnu dans le chant de Mme Hennelle la supériorité de la méthode qu'elle s'est créée et qu'elle applique avec tant de succès dans son enseignement'.

 

She returned briefly to London in 1848 and gave a concert at Coulon’s Rooms, and again in 1849, when her programme, at the Beethoven Rooms, featured the Pyne sisters, Sofie Vera and Ciabatta … I see her in 1849 singing at Longchamps, at Willis's Rooms for Frederick Chatterton ('Le haut-bois') and as late as 1852 giving a concert (20 March) at Paris’s Salle Pleyel, while advertising as a teacher from 47 rue du Four Saint-Germain … 



‘Madame Hennelle qui professe le chant avec autant de succès qu’elle en obtient comme cantatrice a donné chez Pleyel sa soirée annuelle devant un brillant auditoire (Cherubini ‘Ave Maria’, Henri Reber ‘Hai Luli’, Joseph Dessauer’s Boléro ‘Ouvrez, ouvrez, c’est nous’)’,‘Madame Hennelle, professeur distingué et cantatrice remarquable, a réuni son fidèle auditoire de chaque année, et lui a fait admirer le bel ‘Ave Maria’ de Chérubini,..’,‘Mme Hennelle, la cantatrice si distinguée et si renommée pour son talent de professorat, donnera son concert annuel ...’

 

The notices stop after 1852, but I think Mme Hennelle was still teaching, if not singing. I have discovered a music sheet – a piano piece, ‘Les Castagnettes’, by Joseph O’Kelly, published in 1868 and dedicated to Madame C Hennelle.

 

 

 

Sophie had a daughter [Marie] Blanche Hennelle (1831-1906) who married Hugues Marie Henri Fournier (29 July 1821- 1898), senator and diplomat in Hanover, The Hague, Stockholm, Italy and Constantinople, in 1854 (6 May). Blanche has become a byword in universities and art histories since she was credited with the compilation of a book of multi-media collages known as The Madame B Album.

Tuesday, September 10, 2024

Apollo and the beginning of the southern spring 2024

 

This is a photopost. Yes, desktop clearing time ...

Here is Apollo. A sculpture by Gawie Bosman. The new mascot of Gerolstein. Later, he will have a blog of his own ..



I call him Apollo, because he reminds me of the horse who draws the sun god's chariot across the sky ...

Apollo is now the guardian of the Gerolsteinian gardens who have realised, at last, that it is spring, and time to burst into bud and bloom ..














The trees have a shimmer of green to them, the magnolia is budding, the strawberries are proliferating, the first purple buds are showing on the wisteria, the roses are a mass of baby leaves, and the hardy wee pansies are popping up in all sorts of places in which they were not planted.  Yes, spring is here...  the beginning of spring anyhow ...