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Horses appealed to Marshall Field more than music, until last winter when the Philharmonic had to beg for its life. Chairman Clarence Hungerford Mackay, no longer able to take care of its deficits, refused to be its mouthpiece. President Harry Harkness Flagler became the campaign's commander, Marshall Field his gravely alert assistant. Together they underwrote the drive for $500,000. And Marshall Field became so interested in the Orchestra that he subscribed generously to the summer Stadium Concerts, went to many of them, gained a deeper understanding of Bach, Brahms, Beethoven...
What gave them pause was the unexpected result of an article by Ellin Mackay* entitled ''Why We Go to Cabarets, a Post-Débutante Explains" and printed in The New Yorker in November 1925. The New York dailies featured Miss Mackay's piece on their front pages and The New Yorker suddenly found that it had succeeded in storming the penthouses of High Society...
...Ellin Mackay, singlehanded, did not put The New Yorker on its unsteady feet. Her contribution merely coincided with the beginnings of Editor Ross's success in getting what he wanted by a chaotic process of elimination. The process is described by FORTUNE...
...Daughter of Socialite Clarence Hungerford Mackay, board chairman of Postal Telegraph. Two months after her story appeared she married Composer Irving Berlin...
...Music Box Revues ran for four years before Irving Berlin met Ellin Mackay, pretty young daughter of Clarence Hungerford Mackay, board chairman of Postal Telegraph & Cable Corp. and an ardent Catholic. Social New York made a great to-do when it discovered that Mr. Mackay's daughter was serious about the songwriter who made no bones about his East Side background. Irving Berlin went quietly about his business, wrote "Always," the song which coincided with their engagement. If it were true that lately he helped his father-in-law to the tune of $1,000,000 Irving Berlin would...