Word: walska
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Died. Alexander Smith Cochran, 53, of New York City, carpet tycoon, yachtman, onetime "richest bachelor," divorced husband of Ganna Walska (now Mrs. Harold F. McCormick); at Saranac Lake...
...Ganna Walska d'Eighnhorn Fraenkel Cochran McCormick last fall entered the U.S. bringing 15 trunkfuls of personal effects which she valued at two million dollars. She declined to pay duty, on the ground that she was a nonresident U.S. citizen whose home is in Paris. Unsympathetic customs officials impounded her baggage, declaring that a wife's residence was with her husband, and that Harold Fowler McCormick lives in Chicago (TIME...
Since then Mme. Walska has been an ardent champion of the right of women to have legal residences separate from their husbands. Recently she went before the New York legislature with members of the National Women's party to advocate such a bill. Last week, the bill was voted on-and newspapers headlined "Walska's Pet Bill Passes." But it was Walska's pet bill in a deformed state. It gave New York women the right to establish separate legal residences for voting and office holding. For purposes of taxation they still...
...Ganna Walska has had busy days this season. She has fought in court with the U. S. Customs endeavouring to establish a legal residence separate from her husband, Harold Fowler McCormick. She has opened a Manhattan branch of her Paris perfume business, and obtained orders from small-town department stores. And, contrary to all expectations, she has taken a concert tour, the peak of which came, last week, in Manhattan, where she had never ventured a public performance...
...Carnegie Hall, as if for Kreisler or Paderewski, a great crowd gathered. Its chief motive seemed to be curiosity. Its reward was an exhibition of incredibly bad singing. But few seemed to mind. The bulk of the audience applauded loudly, encouraged the kittenish Walska ways, the heaving surface sorrows, until the few real friends of music present were as mortified for their fellow listeners as for the performer...