It was noticed that when Sorya took her call at the end of the Red Waterlilies, she bore between her lips the red carnation with which she had danced the last scene. She has been known since as the Lady with the Red Carnation. Tenor Cobb’s painting of her with the red carnation between her lips (his masterpiece) is now in the Tate Gallery, and a replica of it hangs in the beautiful town of Melbourne.
She married Frampton Mansell in the June of the first year of the festival.
Frampton Mansell still makes guns and weapons of destruction; but his main interest now is the Red Carnation Theatre of Ballet, in Russell Square. He built and equipped this theatre; he has already made it the most delightful place in London.
Mullples is now a part of St. Margarets, which has become not only the most beautiful garden city in the world, but a part of the Margaret Holtspur National Park. The wood of Spirr (now usually called Holtspur) runs back into Stubbington Great Wood now, and forward almost as far as Coombe. It is well known now to naturalists and nature-lovers; there are beavers in the valley; hoopoes and bitterns nest there; the golden oriole has been introduced and a pair of —— have nested twice and this year raised a brood. Timothy asks me not to say what these birds are.
Frampton and his wife and children frequently go there. The house is a guest-house for nature students and for the young people qualifying for work in the Red Carnation Theatre. Faringdon’s bronzes in the midst of St. Margarets draw many visitors from all over the world. The Stubbington guide-book urges all visitors to the district to be sure to see them. I write, of course, in this present year of 1955.
The Tunster no longer meet at Tibb’s Cross; the national preserve has squeezed them out. Colonel Cuttand-Thrustum has lately taken them over, and told a Press representative yesterday that he hopes to give as good sport as his predecessor.
St. Margarets is a most beautiful place, now that time has made it look like the beloved homes of men. Its first suggestion was a desire to hurt; its first impulse was one of indignation. Indignation has been said to be the voice of God, at whose bidding so many angels rush with fire and the beauty of lilies and songs of exultation.