Know Your ” Pop Stars” from the 1900s —Marie Studholme — Emma Buffam Files

Marie Studholme

ONe of the ostcards sent to Emma Buffam from Carleton Place 1908– Click

Born-10th September 1873* – Eccleshill, Yorkshire (England).Died10th March 1930Real NameCaroline Maria Lupton.Married1) Gilbert James Porteous, 2) 12th September 1908, Harold Giles BorrettMiscellanea1892: Signed by Charles Wyndham to join his company at the Criterion Theatre in London.1897: Toured US with George Edwardes No. 1 company.From an early age was raised by her grandparents, Samuel Lupton [Grocer] and wife Mary Ann – possibly the daughter of their son Joseph.One of the most popular postcards beauties of her day.*Some sources say 1875 – 1873 is confirmed in census records.

The Guardian
London, Greater London, England
11 Mar 1930, Tue  •  Page 8

“Alice”
Produced at The Prince of Wales Theatre, London.
Reviewed in Lloyds Weekly News [London] – 23rd June, 1906.

Mr. Lewis Carroll’s Alice – everybody’s Alice – became popular directly she was born, and her popularity was placed on a sure foundation immediately she became Alice in Wonderland.

She has more child-worshippers than any other heroine of fairy lore, and her reappearance in the Christmas season will, we expect, be welcome through ages yet to come. On Thursday, when the piece was revived there was general joy over the dance by a pack of cards with, of course, any number of “tricks,” and there was merriment over a Gollywog dance, which was to the credit of the funny and agile Mr. Will Bishop. And what laughter came of the droll antics of Tweedledum and Tweedledee, drolly impersonated by Messrs. Tom Graves and Buckstone! More welcome still was the Mad Hatter, who was portrayed in the most comical of colours by Mr. Stanley Brett. The hatter was not quite so mad as he looked, and his madness seemed modified by the presence of the pretty little March Hare, which was not mad at all, and by the gentleman of the White Rabbit, delightfully presented by Miss Rita Leggerie.

Miss Marie Studholme was beautiful, of course, as Alice, and easily found her way to favour by her graceful dancing. Then there was little Carmen Sylva, who took honours by storm in some remarkable vocal efforts, and there was cordial approval for Miss Florence Lloyd as the White Queen and Queen of Hearts; for Miss Phyllis Bedells, a wonderful juvenile dancer; and for Miss Marjorie West, who was our old friend the Cheshire Cat. A series of comic cinematograph pictures is presented between the two parts and will add to the enjoyment of all who see them. Alice, on Thursday, had to share attention with Miss Ellaline Terriss, who, with baby, was seated in a private box.

The Observer
London, Greater London, England
23 Dec 1906, Sun  •  Page 8

Sioux City Journal
Sioux City, Iowa
23 Aug 1908, Sun  •  Page 15

You Can’t Go Back to Wonderland

When I was 12,  life felt like an eternity and I thought I would never be 16. At the age of 16 I thought becoming 21 might better suit my needs and everything whizzed by after that. The passing years became like a spinning record on my father’s old Hi Fi. The first few songs went by slowly and suddenly the record was playing the last track. I can’t remember when I realized my childhood was over. One day it felt like it was no longer a long summer break, but more of a continuous flow of time. 

Legally I have been an adult for what seems an eternity now. I have a car and I’ve voted in many an election. I pay taxes, but still don’t know how to change a tire and hook up a computer. But, I have always insisted in being kind and try not to let others determine how I feel about my life.

How many of us look back sometimes, wondering where it all went?  If we could just go back, one more time, and have a taste of that pure childhood carelessness — then we would be finally happy. But, we can’t, as no one ever can.

I still miss the times when life wasn’t so serious and the ability to slip immediately between reality and make believe was instantaneous. Some are willing to spend their entire adult life working in order to regain that feeling, if only for a little while. As adults, there’s always something down the line to do, or worry, or stress about. As a child this doesn’t exist, and the weightlessness of literally having no responsibilities is just all an endless summer.

I miss the innocence, as it just doesn’t come around anymore.