O,
Cleo Merode
The daintiest ode,
Is
not dainty enough by half to send thee;
Thy beauty we’ll praise,
To the end of our days,
Although
thou camest to us on a “Spree”.
O, Cleo D’ M. –
Bright humanized gem,
We
welcome thee, Venus, from over the sea;
To Boston please come,
Whate’er is the sum,
We’ll
shame those N. Yorkers in welcoming thee.
Nov.
15, ‘97
Accpt.
by N.Y. World
(The next to the last line
looks like “Wat ‘ell with”, or “Wat ere with”, or starting with ‘Wa’ rather
than ‘Wat’. Unable to find a printed version, I guessed that an ‘h’ was left
out and that ‘with’ was also a mistake.)
images:
Cléopatra
Diane de Mérode (27
September 1875 – 17 October 1966) was a French dancer of the Belle Époque.
In 1896, King Léopold II attended the
ballet and saw Mérode dance. The 61-year-old Belgian King became
enamoured with the 22-year-old ballet star, and gossip started that she was his
latest mistress. Because the King had had two children with a woman reputed to
be a prostitute, Cléo de Mérode's reputation suffered, and she had to live with
it for the rest of her life. Nevertheless, Cléo de Mérode became an
international star, performing across Europe and in the United States. At the
peak of her popularity, she chose to dance at the Folies Bergère, taking
the risk to do something other elites of the ballet had never done before. Her
performance gained her a whole new following.
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