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My highly esteemed friend,

Mr. Lippincott,

Your dear letter dated January 2nd enclosing 15$ and my old letter regarding the coin is before me. I am really at a loss what to say! Where to find words for your generosity, for your benevolence, and wonderful good heartedness and kindness. To know that you yourself are dependent on your salary and to have that big heart to help a woman who is almost a stranger to you! Thanks a thousand times. The simpler my words of thanks are, the truer and sincere they are, believe me! I am only formenting my brain what I could do for you?? I return my silly letter regarding the coin. I see the account of its origin is all right, I did not leave out anything. Please excuse me troubling you about it. If I make mistakes, it is not to be wondered at. I have my work, my household, and my correspondence to attend to. Besides, if I live to see the day, the 4th of February I shall be 79 years of age. I suppose you will receive this letter on or about February 4th. Please, Mr. Lippincott, say a prayer for me on that day. Will you kindly?

Imagine of a woman of my age 79 having to work for her living! I love to work, love my lessons,  and thank Heaven through my art can sing every note clearly and perfect like a woman of 30. That bad spell of kidney trouble has left me entirely, but now my poor limbs do not obey any longer. They are beginning to be lazy. I don’t think I would be able to take a little walk through the Zoological Garden with my dear little friend Hall Lippincott. It is a sweet remembrance I am carrying with me! That is all we have today, the dear remembrances.

A great event happened Sunday last, January 17th. My daughter and husband returned from Russia after an absence of 11½ months! They arrived at 7:20 A.M. station Zoo. I got up at 5:30 A.M. so as not to miss their arrival. Of course I went to the station to meet them and they came with their Coupé baggage to my house and had breakfast. Altogether we were 9 people at the breakfast table. All had tea and rolls, butter, and sausage, one for Olga and her husband as they had no sausages in Russia. Olga and Max are residing with a very dear friend of mine, as my apartment, as you know, only consists of 3 rooms. I am happy to know Olga safe at home. The journey took 9 days!! a longer journey than to New York. How long their stay will be here, they do not know it. Maybe he has to fulfill another order for his firm, so build another machine in some other part of Russia. I hope not.

Kindly give Miss Dunbar sincere greetings. I thank her for her New Years wishes and reciprocate heartily. God bless you, dear, dear friend. God reward you for your goodness. Keep well and happy. Always remain as you are. Loyal, diligent and faithful. God’s blessing on you. Once more, may God bless you.

Thanking you once more sincerely, believe me as ever your true and very grateful

Blanche Corelli

[Ed: a little background about the following story: Friedrich Wilhelm Viktor August Ernst, Crown Prince of Germany (Marmorpalais, 6 May 1882 - Hechingen, 21 July 1951); married in Berlin on 6 June 1905 Duchess Cecilie of Mecklenburg-Schwerin (Schwerin, 20 September 1886 - Bad Kissingen, 6 May 1954)

Rubbing of Moroccan coin

The Marokko Coin

Kronsonprince Wilhelm married May 6th, 1905. He married Cäcilie, the daughter of the Grand Duke Friedrick Franz III of Mecklenberg Schwerin.

Krosonprince Wilhelm is the oldest son of the late, rather ex, Emperor Wilhelm, now residing in Doorn, Holland.

There were great festivities in town and many sovereigns of other countries came to be witness of the great ceremonies, of the pomp and the parade which moved along Unter the Linden. To see this wonderful train I was invited by my lady friend Mrs. Dora Bauer Sachse to come to her apartment Under the Linden No. 13 in the house of the Bankhouse Bleichräder. My lady friend had a wonderful balcony and it was really a marvelous sight—the state carriages, the horses, the pages, and all the guests, everybody in festive attire. And on that day, May 6th, 1905, on my lady friend’s balcony, I made the acquaintance of the Embassy of Marocca, both in full dress attire, a sight for itself. My name Corelli was quite familiar to them and when the procession was over, the Marokko people asked permission to drive me to my apartment. It was a large 4 seat Landau, 2 horses (so fancy) and these people in their national dress and I in plain civil dress, it was quite a sensation Unter the Linden. To return this compliment in some way, I arranged a nice concert for them the next day in the hall of Sterns Conservatory. I had fine carpets and low stools for them to sit on. It was quite a success. The 3rd day of their Berlin stay, the 2 Ambassadors and their interpreters were my guests for 6 o’clock tea. The interpreter told me that I must buy my meat at the at the Genisch[Jewish?] butcher, that they would not touch any other, and begged me to buy veal.  So I bought veal cutletts and lettice—they do not use knives nor forks, but eat everything with their fingers. They have some person cut their meat and after every bite they use a finger bowl to cleanse their fingers. Lettice was also eaten that way. After that little lunch I had some more music and then the ambassador made me a present of the coin in your possession, telling me that it was the only coin of its kind existing, that the Sultan himself stamped—coined it.

I am more than happy to know the coin in your possession. You are really the only deserving person in my acquaintance  worthy to possess it.

[It is likely that the above coin is a common one rather than one struck by the Sultan. Check out this web site. In any event, we can't find the coin in Hall's coin collection, so it is likely that he tracked down the ID and then, uncharacteristically, didn't take care to keep the coin.]

Chevalier Ernest Thorn, a conjurer, whose name is surely familiar to you, had a great collection of coins, silver and gold, and begged[?] the life out of me to let him have the Marocco coin—he even offered me 100 marks for it, but you see, the money did not tempt me, I did not let him have it.


1932 – 20 February

   Posted by: admin   in 1932, Conditions in Berlin

My very dear friend Mr. Lippincott,

Here I am at my desk trying to find the proper words to thank you sincerely for the enclosed 15$. You noble hearted dear little gentleman, how sweet of you to say that you are sure that I can put it to good use. A thousand heartfelt thanks! and to hear you say that you cannot afford the pleasure you could a few years ago and that it is no satisfaction to waste money on luxuries when one knows that others are needy. You noble hearted dear soul! God bless you! and repay you a thousand times for all the good you are doing to the poor. If everybody would think like you do, dear Mr. Lippincott  and all as you do, there would be no want in this world. People sigh for lack of business and wince not to be able to pay the necessaries of life, on the other side, cafes, kinos, concert, cabarets, theatres are thronged with people so I hear, so I am told. I have not seen that myself as I hardly ever go out to any place, firstly as I really cannot afford it, secondly my health does not permit it. I do feel my age forbidding me to do this and that. It is hard for me to go down the stairs and worse to go up—remember, I was allowed to celebrate my 79th birthday last February 4th. I believe I wrote it to you in my letter of January 21st, the letter in which I returned the Marocco story, it was registered. Your last dear letter enclosing the 15$ was dated February 1st; you do not acknowledge receipt of my letter written Jan. 21st and it ought to have been in your hands by Febr. 1st. Am I right! Do let me know if just that letter ref. with the Marocco story reached you. If not, please let me know, having the receipt of the post office I can ask them to search for the letter.

It seems matters are in the States the same as here, simply terrible! Imagine, the milk price is raised today 4 pfennigs a pint. Enormous for one day! and people say the butter will soon be 2 marks for the pd—that is outrageous. I say nevermind. I can enjoy a piece of dry bread, but only not freeze. I prefer a warm room to butter on my bread. I never expected to end my days like this, as you may well imagine.

My pupil Mrs. Fasenmeyer is still studying—her payday is the 15th of every month—she has paid till the 15th of March, but fickle minded as these ladies are, I never know when she will end her studies. She is progressing wonderfully and is delighted to get on so well. Her father came the middle of December /31 and heard her lesson—he was delighted—very well satisfied and said he would not take her away now, that she could end her studies with me. It is unfortunately an unreliable business, a bird’s cage where birds fly in and out. You also say the man under whom you are working is moving to New York and it is necessary to have your work completed before he leaves and then what will become of my dear little friend Mr. Lippincott? Are you going to transfer your business to New York? or will you continue with the same firm in Chicago? I hope so, for your sake,  so that you may remain near your dear parents.

I have lots and lots to tell you, but fear annoying you and with my tellings and fear taking up your very valuable time. Keep well my dear friend, look bright in the future for bright days—happy days will surely be yours. You are young, clever, bright, and honest, hard-working, charitable—happy days are in store for you! Once more a world of thanks for your great great kindness. Do please let me hear from you soon and let me know if my registered letter arrived. Believe me yours sincerely, your true, every grateful Corelli

My very dear friend Mr. Lippincott,

Most gratefully do I acknowledge your dear letter dated March 1st. The letter arrived here Saturday March 11th, wonderfully quick! and once again I have to thank you sincerely and with all my heart for the enclosed 15$. You say you did not receive an acknowledgement for the last 15$ you so generously sent me? As I keep a list of all letters that I send away, I can say it positively that I wrote February 21st and thanked you, oh so many times, for the 15$ you kindly enclosed. I also sent a registered letter January 1st returning the Morocco story. I hope you have received it.  Not hearing from you for one month, I thought surely that you have moved to New York with your firm, as I understood you to say that the gentleman who owned the business was moving to New York, that therefore you have lots to do, to finish your work, or your accounts.

Ere I continue, let me say may God bless you for your great great kindness and repay you a hundred fold! for unless marvels or miracles occur, I shall not be able to repay the sums you so generously let me have.

I have begun again, after letting it rest for years, to fight for my father’s inheritance. My father Professor C. Herrmann the Great and only Herrmann, the Magician, who died as multi millionaire—I have been shamefully cheated out of almost everything. I think I never told you anything about it, dear friend. I am now trying to find out if a millionaire lady cousin of mine, Madame Lucy Dollfus in Paris living 94 Boulevard Flandrin is still among the living. If so, I will write to her—perhaps she will help me to my rights, and then I hope to be able to return your kindness in some measure, for it is you and only to you that I am indebted to.

I could not answer before today as Sunday the 13th was election day and I was at my radio till 2 in the morning, very much excited, to learn the results. I confess I gave a sigh of relief at the result and think that all civilized good people did the same.

Then my daughter left again for Russia on the 15th at 7 P.M. She reaches her destination this very night. This time she will reside in Swanka, 5 hours distance from St. Petersburg (Leningrad), all in all 30 hours distance from Berlin. Last winter she was in Wischersky (Ural); letters took 15 days! to reach her and 15 days back—it took 1 month to get an answer.

So besides all the excitement, annoyances of business and house, I have gone through a pretty trying time, dearest friend. What is the world aiming at? Why do millionaires like Eastmann and Kreuger end their lives? Why? Have they no religion? no heart? Could they not have done a world of good in the United States for the poor unemployed? Is it a singular world?

I wish I could see your dear face again, your dear kind face, ere I close my eyes forever. I hope I will.

My little house, my 3 rooms are really lovely and as small as it is, yet there is always room here for my dear dear friend Hall Lippincott. I know you would feel happy and comfortable here. I would do anything in the world to make you feel at home and comfortable, and if you come to Berlin, be sure to come with your luggage direct to Nürnbergerstrasse 1. Won’t you? Where I can eat there is always enough for 3.

My pupil Mrs. Fasenmeyer is still learning. She has remitted everything till April 15th. I suppose she will learn till the summer vacations begin, which is July. I have another pupil, Miss Rose Meri, studying without pay as she really promises to become a prominent singer. If I live, I hope to receive my reward from her later on. I know her 2 years, she seems true and honest.

Heavens blessings for you! You dear dear friend! I always enclose you in my prayers, morning and night, begging the Almighty to guard your steps, to give you the best of health, long life, and prosperity, a host of good true friends! Such are my true wishes for you! Once more a world of thanks for the 15$ you so kindly enclosed in your letter dated March 1st. Believe me as ever your exceedingly grateful, true and sincere friend,


Kindly answer soon!

My very dear, my highly esteemed friend Mr. Lippincott,

Here it is April 10th and I am waiting anxiously to receive an answer from you, to my registered letter written March 17th where I thanked you sincerely, with all my heart, for your dear letter of March 1st enclosing again generously 15$. Before I tell you anything else, let me say I hope God will return you this a thousand fold. You good hearted generous young man! You don’t begin to know the wonderful good you are doing. It is indeed a trying time I am going through, but it is the same all around me! The millionaires do not seem to have money to live on—it is hard for them. They have been accustomed differently. As for my poor person, I had to work and toil all my life and always had enough to get along comfortably. Now a panic has seized the whole world and I must confess my heart bleeds for my beloved America in which country I spent the best part of my life, being so successful—16 years! having the means to cross the Atlantic every 2 years to visit my dear mother in Vienna, so I crossed 16 times, always with the Cunard Line, till the last time I took a German steamer back and somehow or other I have not been able to reach my beloved America again. And since I am here, I have not done so well!

I hear through my radio and also read in the daily paper sad sad reports of America. They say it is a country where the least taxes were paid and now all of a sudden people are taxed heavily—taxes of 45 percent for inheritance, telegraph and telephone taxes, 10% from amusements, from theatres and moving pictures, 5% additional  for inland postage. I do hope and pray that all this does not concern you and may be that all this turmoil and change is the cause why mails do not arrive more regularly.

I am perfectly distressed should you not have received my registered letter dated March 17th—please let me know because I have the receipt and will have it traced.

Now, dear friend, I come to beg you to do me a great favor. A dear aunt of mine in my age died in New York on February 19th /32. Her name is Frau Professor Adelaide Herrmann and lived since years in New York, Hotel Arlington, 19-20 West 25th Street. She was the wife of my uncle Professor Alexander Herrmann who died many years ago in his Pullman Palace Car. Both, man and wife, were magicians. Although aunty died February 19th in New York, I only heard of it March 24th through a lady by the name of Mrs. A.G. Smith, living 69 Lincoln Park, Newark, N.J. In this letter she calls herself a niece of my aunt. My aunt had no children, who are the heirs? She must have had, rather left, considerable money! A year ago when she sent me some large photos of hers, she also sent me a scenery of hers which she used on the stage, and she wrote underneath: this scene costs 5,000$. I was on very good terms with my aunt. We corresponded together and for my birthday she always sent me 10$ or a draft for 50 marks which I cashed at the bank. This year she forgot my birthday. She was in Los Angeles, California working moving pictures. I have answered Mrs. Smith’s letter and take the liberty to send you a copy of the letter, begging you kindly to read it carefully. I have written to Dr. Lawley York, a dentist who years ago resided in Berlin and has now a house and garden in Bad Doberan i/Mecklenburg–Rostockerstrasse, Deutschland. I have asked him to find out what I could do to find out about the will. So this is what he said: All properly drawn up testaments are registered at the Office for Births, Marriages, and Deaths and that anyone can see the same, or obtain a copy by paying one dollar or so the fee used to be, but it may be now higher. I presume the Registrar will be City Hall.

Now, darling dear friend, will you kindly do this for me? By taking hold of this affair you may probably help me out of my present misery—probably I may have part of the inheritance. Dr. York furthermore says aunty may however have written on a piece of paper a few lines that may not have been registered or she may have died intestate, that is, left no will whatever, if so the inheritance would be divided amongst her next of kin according to the law of State in which she was born or in which she claimed nationality.

Aunty was taken sick at the Arlington House where she lived and taken to a hospital where she alas died of pneumonia. Will you before all, please write to the proprietor of the Arlington House enclosing a return stamp and envelope to your address and find out to which hospital aunty was taken to and then please, when you know to what hospital, will you kindly, I beseech you send 1$ in a registered letter to City Hall New York and inquire if a will of Mrs. Adelaide Herrmann, maiden name Addie Scarsey, who died Febr. 29th at Hospital ? and also direct the answer living Arlington House 18-20 West 25th Street N.Y. City, married to Alexander Herrmann is registered there? You see Mr. Lippincott, I am 10,000 miles away and under the present circumstances cannot afford a lawyer—besides, I know no one, so please dear good faithful friend, do me this favor to write to the Arlington House and ask name of hospital? and to inquire at City Hall New York. By the way, aunty was 79 years old. I thank you with all my heart in advance for the great service you are doing me. I look upon you as my guardian angel and always enclose you in my prayers, begging God to bless you!

Lots and lots of love—lots of thanks—ever your grateful, your sincere and faithful Corelli

Excuse bad writing and please acknowledge this directly.

Copy of a letter which I sent registered with return receipt April 4th to a Mrs. A.O. Smith, 69 Lincoln Park, Newark, N.J.

Dear Mrs. Smith,

I answered your kind letter of March 15th on March 27th. I hope it reached you safely. I can yet not console myself over Aunt Herrmann’s death! Am unfortunately 10,000 miles away, so it is difficult to learn particulars—details. I am happy to hear you say in your letter that aunty had a beautiful life, she was a beautiful woman! and certainly deserved it.  Addie was a lovely character, always had a smile on her face. I never knew her to frown and she always had a good kind word for everybody. Please let me know her burial place, the name of the cemetery where she is buried, the number of her grave, and who was the physician who attended her. I am surprised not to have received a second letter from you, telling me further particulars.

The happy life my aunt lead, I don’t know as you know it Mrs. Smith, she has to thank me for it! It is I who brought this marriage about, only I as I know from Addie’s lips, this marriage ought and must take place. I did not rest for 4 months until Alexander swore to me, in Boston Mass. that he would marry Addie. Addie spoke of this many a time to me and said she would never forget me. Then other things happened, for which Addie owes me thanks and gratitude! It is impossible for me to unroll our whole lives for you because you, dear Mrs. Smith, are comparatively a stranger to me! but considering the past and knowing that Mrs. Adelaide Herrmann is my aunt and as she has no children, I certainly claim to be an heiress. Be kind enough and save me the expense of a lawyer and save before all every kind of publicity and let me have by return of mail an attested copy of my aunt’s will and the name of the executor of the will. Please send everything registered.

I know attorneys in New York, of great name and fame—at the time they got me my divorce from my husband. I should hate though, to have any stranger or the law mix up in this affair but no having attended to my inheritance matters, that is the reason that I am poor today. I know Addie’s sentiments regarding our affairs—I know her feelings toward me, so I am sure that she thought of me when she made her will, to help me on in my old days, should she close her eyes forever ere I do.

Hoping that you will understand me perfectly, dear Mrs. Smith, and not bear any ill feeling toward me, believe me

Yours sincerely

Blanche Corelli

Nürnbergerstrasse 1 III, Berlin W.50

Kindly let me have Johnny Nash’s address residing now in Los Angeles, California.