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This is Dagmar Rybner Barclay whom John first met at a party. They "clicked" at that time and it's been that way ever since.
The tall, handsome Englishman's courtship, coupled with his success, reads like a fairy tale
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by
ADELE WHITELY
FLETCHER
John Barclay is heard on the Palmolive Beauty Box Theatre program each Tuesday night ( see page 53 — 70 o'clock column).
HE minute John Barclay stepped into the room he noticed her. You would. She was tall and fair. With eyes gray green like the sea. And soft hair. Her name was Dagmar. Dagmar Rybner.
The minute John Barclay stepped into the room she noticed him too. You would. He was tall. With lean dark good looks. And a dramatic quality about him.
It was at a house party at Ann Thomson's, just outside of Philadelphia, that they met. The guests were all people prominent in the musical world. Naturally enough. For Miss Thomson is one of the directors of the Philadelphia Orchestra.
John Barclay found it a charming party. There were, he realized, several people there whom he would have enjoyed tremendously under other circumstances. If that one tall, fair girl hadn't blotted out all the rest. The way one tall, fair girl can.
After dinner they asked him to sing.
He stood gravely beside the piano
feeling a sense of excitement. For
it was Dagmar Rybner who came
over to play his accompaniment.
She accompanied him as no one ever had before. It
wasn't simply that she was an inspired musician, that she
was a composer of note and great enough to have been solo
pianist at the Sunday evening concerts at the Metropolitan
Opera House. It was more than that. Dagmar Rybner
knew always how John would sing a song. They had, they
discovered while they entertained Miss Thomson's guests,
quite the same feeling, quite the same sense about music.
It was all so perfect, John didn't long remain grave. His happiness began to spill over. He changed to swaggering Irish songs, about the Widow Malone of Athlone. Then he began the nonsensical, ridiculous patters of Gilbert and Sullivan.
lie smiled as he sang. His hands made sweeping gestures. Dagmar changed too. She forgot to he quiet and dignified and reserved. A warm brightness came into her lovely eyes. ^
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