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Sweethearts of Song: A Personal Memoir of Anne Ziegler and Webster Booth
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Jean Collen began her singing studies with the famous British duettists Anne Ziegler and Webster Booth, in Johannesburg, when she was 17. Two years later they asked her to act as Webster's studio accompanist when Anne - who accompanied their students - had other commitments. This was the beginning of a close friendship which lasted until their deaths.
The book gives a summary of Anne and Webster's rapid rise to fame, which is already well documented in their own autobiography entitled "Duet" (1951). The book's main focus is on their lives and careers from 1956 in South Africa and their "third" career when they returned home to the UK in 1978.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
THE
THEATRICAL GARDEN PARTY AND THE SILVER WEDDING ANNIVERSARY
A theatrical garden
party had been organised for early October at the old Rand Show Grounds at Milner Park
We stopped for a drink in the tea
room and heard the New
Zealand
Anne and Webster were late but when
they arrived we heard them long before we saw them. Uncharacteristically they
were having a blazing row. They stopped quarrelling abruptly when they noticed
us, but I could sense the tension between them. Webster greeted us cheerfully
enough but Anne was so upset that she ignored us completely. She was in a
thunderously bad mood.
“You three girls look quite
gorgeous,” Webster remarked in a completely different tone of voice to the one
he had been using to Anne a few minutes earlier. He put his arms around Ruth
and me, which hardly served to lighten Anne's mood.
They were due to have strawberries
and cream with fellow celebrities but Webster said, “We’ve got loads of time.
We can have a good look around first.”
Anne still said nothing. Suddenly
she marched off furiously, leaving Webster with no alternative but to hurry to
catch up with her. Lucille wanted to follow them, but Ruth had other ideas.
“We'll leave them alone all
afternoon. We don't need them to enjoy ourselves,” she said.
Now that I am years older I know
that Anne did not intend to hurt us, but obviously had worries of her own.
Lucille was going on holiday that day so she had to leave early. Ruth and I
walked with her to the exit of the Show Grounds. We noticed Anne and Webster
with the strawberry and cream brigade trying to put a good face on it after
their earlier quarrel. Webster waved and beckoned to us, but Ruth instructed us
to wave cheerfully and continue briskly on our way.
Ruth had recently passed her driving
test so she drove me home in her tiny bubble car. She stayed for tea with my
parents, and we hatched a plot to say that we had met two old boyfriends in the
dancing pavilion and had a great time twisting the afternoon away. We heard
later that Anne and Webster went to Leslie Green's house for an impromptu party
with Inia Te Wiata and his wife. We never did find out why they had been
quarrelling so bitterly.
Anne and Webster were making a
recording of Nursery School Sing-Along
with the Nazareth House Children’s Choir, trained and conducted by Sylvia
Sullivan. Mrs Sullivan told me that Webster always insisted that she should
conduct everything as she was very good at keeping everyone in time. The
children of Nazareth House had been allowed to listen to his Great Voices programme on Saturday
evening. Webster had told her he was very proud of me. I was singing with the
Sylvia Sullivan Choristers, and Webster and Anne lent us their own arrangement
of Carl Böhm’s Still as the Night to
copy for the choristers to sing.
That same week Webster phoned to ask
whether I'd play for him again. Anne had a sore arm and was going to have
traction every day that week.
On Thursday, I started playing for
Webster again and he was as charming as always. Linda Walters, an attractive
girl from Vereeniging, had her lesson and he told us an anecdote about an event
which happened, “long before you two were ever thought of”.
On Friday, despite her week in
traction, Anne was making the effort to attend the opening night of Show Boat. Webster had to go straight
home that evening to fetch Anne for the theatre, so, to my disappointment, the
last pupil of the day gave me a lift home rather than Webster.
Ruth had tickets for the forthcoming
recital by the distinguished soprano Maria Stader and she had asked the Booths
to accompany her to the concert. On Saturday morning, Webster came into the
studio feeling tired after his hectic night at Show Boat. He grumbled about having to go to the Maria Stader
concert that evening with Ruth and Anne when he would have preferred to have
had an early night.
He drove me home at lunchtime in his
blue Hillman Minx convertible. It was a lovely warm day so he put the roof
down. He said sombrely that it would be better if I could go
to the concert in his place. But then he added, “It would break Ruth's heart if
I didn't go.” Without being bigheaded he was perfectly aware of the power and
influence he exerted over us lesser mortals.
Just as we were passing the
Kensington Sanatorium he said, “It’s such a lovely day. Let's just keep on
driving all the way to Durban
Instead of driving to Durban
Of the students at that
time I particularly remember Colleen McMenamin singing Our Language of Love from Irma
la Douce, the current hit show at the Brooke Theatre De Villiers Street
Webster teased me when Innes sang Goodbye. “Do you want to borrow my
handkerchief, darling? This is a very sad song.”
In November 1963, Anne and Webster
celebrated their Silver Wedding anniversary with a big party. Anne arrived
unexpectedly at our house with Hilda, to show me their new puppy, a sweet
little Cairn terrier, whom they had just collected from the breeder in Highland Road
Next day Webster phoned to tell me
that Anne had developed ’flu, so he was coming in to the studio on his own that
afternoon. I offered to play for him but he was all concern about my diploma
paper work the following day. I persuaded him that I should enjoy playing and
it wouldn’t affect my exam if I stopped studying for a few hours.
He arrived
with a box of glacé fruits to wish me well for the exam. During my lesson that
day, I sang Always by Kenneth
Leslie-Smith from The Puritan Lullaby,
the song he had made famous on radio in the original broadcast of The Puritan Lullaby in the
nineteen-thirties.
Next day
after the first exam I went up to the studio. I heard him say to pupils Frances
and Henrietta as I unlocked the door, “I hope it’s Jeannie.”
He told me to sit down and went off
to make me coffee after my ordeal, while I talked to the sisters who were singing
duets together. After they left, he said that it had been a very heavy morning
without me there to accompany for him.
I played for him on Monday, and
during some free time we went through the baritone part of Fauré’s Requiem, which he was to sing the
following night. I was sorry not be able to attend this performance, but at
least I had a preview of his part of it.
“I think I’ll do, don’t you?” he
said complacently.
On Thursday, Anne told me how well
he had sung the Fauré, but then, even at his age, he always sang well.
By this time Ruth was on holiday,
waiting for her matric results, so we often went out together, and sometimes
she would come up to the studio for a harmony lesson from me, so that she would
be up to standard when she started her course at Cape Town. She was planning to
do a music degree, and vowed that if she could not make it as a serious singer
she would come back to Johannesburg
Two days before Christmas I went for
my usual lesson. Webster came into the kitchen and handed me a little box. He
made me promise to put it away at once and not open it until Christmas day.
Needless to say curiosity got the better of me. I opened the box on the crowded
bus on the way home. It contained a most beautiful pair of garnet earrings. I
was thrilled and longed to wear them immediately, but they were for pierced
ears, so of course I decided that I would have my ears pierced as soon as
possible.
Ear piercing was not as common in
those days as it is now. Despite objections from my parents, and even Ruth, I
had my ears pierced in Dr Davis’ surgery at the top of the hill in Roberts Avenue
The garnet droplet is still on its
chain round my neck, and I wear the earrings on special occasions. Over forty
years later I can still remember what it was like to be young and
exuberant enough to dance down Eloff
Street
Jean Collen ©
2006
2006
Reviews
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By Arrival:02-Jul-2009
"A SPARKLING INSIGHT TO TWO GREAT SINGING STARS" A beautifully written account of the lives of these two great singing stars of yesteryear, by someone whose life was to become intermittently interwoven throughout a long and memorable forty year period. If like me, you adore these great Artistes, then you won't be able to put this book down! A true and sometimes 'sad' angle of British stardom and its pitfalls, yet a living sparkle emanates from every page. After reading this memoir, one is left with the feeling of nostalgia and also a feeling one has known this talented married couple. Personally told by a lady whose warm and generous heart has 'opened up' her fondest memories, and been kind enough to share them with us. When finished reading, you will be left with a conviction that these two remarkable names: WEBSTER BOOTH and ANNE ZIEGLER should never be forgotten. The book is simply 'unputdownable'. 
on the fourteenth anniversary of Anne's death.He had recently read my book. He attached various photos of Penrhyn Bay, North Wales which he had taken during his trip.
- Part of his note reads as follows:
- "All thanks to you, I spent a really moving day rambling the highways and byways of Penrhyn Bay. To be standing outside Anne and Webster’s house was an extraordinary feeling and for me a real privilege. Looking at the house, and then walking on the beach, all the time internally hearing their wonderful music, and feeling a real sense of gratitude to them both for all the joy they brought to countless millions over the years with their unique gifts, their unique talents. And yes, as I looked out on Penrhyn Bay, and then further East to Rhos on Sea, Colwyn Bay, Llanddulas and Abergele, I would see in my mind's eye, the beautiful Anne in her youth, as well as her undoubted beauty in her later years. It is, as you well know, a spectacular landscape: Snowdonia to the South, the Ormes to the West, and to the North the Irish Sea stretching as far as the eye can see-----all quite something, and a beautiful and moving backdrop to remember both Anne and Webster.
So once again, many thanks, not only for your wonderful book but also for a memorable windswept day in Penrhyn Bay."
It was good to know that my book had given him pleasure and had motivated him to pay a visit to Webster and Anne's final home.
5 June 2019. I was very pleased to receive this kind comment about the book from George Anderton, my Facebook friend and member of The Webster Booth-Anne Ziegler Appreciation Group on Facebook:
Hi Jean. Just to let you know that I have finished reading your book and enjoyed it immensely. You certainly had a close relationship with Anne and Webster and it must have been a very exciting time for you. One little snippet = Now I know where Vernon Midgley got his Christian name from. It was his mother's surname.
Jean Collen 5 June 2019
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