The Journal-Tribune - August 1914
Ann Swinburne, American Singer, and A Friend are Lost in Europe
(Miss Margaret Itten, Miss Swinburne)
Ann Swinburne, the American singer, sent this photograph of herself and Miss Itten, a friend who was travelling with her from St. Moritz, July 28, three days before Germany declared war on Russia. She was going on to Rome within a few days. Since then nothing has been heard of her. Her relatives and friends have appealed to Ambassador Gerard in Germany and other American representatives but up to last week had learned nothing.
Victor Herbert is anxious to have her here now to rehearse for the stellar roles in "Sweethearts", "Madame Modiste", and the "Madcap Duchess". She is to appear in each of those when the season opens.
The Art of Ann
For Ann Swinburne, art was her life and her life was high art. Whether performing on the Broadway stage, or riding the crest of New York society, Ann exhibited the flawless skill and spontenaiety of a seasoned professional. Accompanied by
fame - and fortunes - Ann's life is a testament to a bygone era. Lovingingly compiled by an equally formidable presence - her granddaughter, Liane Schirmer. 2009
fame - and fortunes - Ann's life is a testament to a bygone era. Lovingingly compiled by an equally formidable presence - her granddaughter, Liane Schirmer. 2009
Stages
If all the world's a stage, said she,
Then I'll be no mere player,
I'll show what cunning wits I have
Why no one shall be gayer,
I'll seize the moment and the day
To laugh, to flirt, to cling and stray
To row and rage and weep and lie,
I'll suffer, torture, groan, then die
I'll squander not a moment hence,
but play with all art's arrogance.
I'll strut upon this stage of life
As lover, mother, friend and wife
I'll star in war, I'll star in peace
I'll be or not be what I please
I'll spend what pennies I procure
In work or love or gambling tour
And no one shall outshine my star
The art of a woman is greater by far.
c. LS 2009
Then I'll be no mere player,
I'll show what cunning wits I have
Why no one shall be gayer,
I'll seize the moment and the day
To laugh, to flirt, to cling and stray
To row and rage and weep and lie,
I'll suffer, torture, groan, then die
I'll squander not a moment hence,
but play with all art's arrogance.
I'll strut upon this stage of life
As lover, mother, friend and wife
I'll star in war, I'll star in peace
I'll be or not be what I please
I'll spend what pennies I procure
In work or love or gambling tour
And no one shall outshine my star
The art of a woman is greater by far.
c. LS 2009
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