MRS PHILIP ARMOUR.

Hokitika Guardian, 19 September 1927, Page 1

MRS PHILIP ARMOUR.

NRW YOEJK, July 28.. Mrs Philip D. Armour, widow of the founder of the packing firm of Armour and Co., has died at her homo m Chicago, aged 85. She was one of the survivors of a group of women who established Chicago’s society while their husbands were building up huge industrial organisations and making Chicago one of the most important cities or tho United States. Inheriting a. huge fortune from her husband, she spent large sums m charity. It is reported that her philanthropies during the last 25 years exceeded £2,000,000. Ticca use of the infirmity preceding her death she was not informed of the illness of her only child, Mr J. Ogden Armour, in London.

SCENE AT WEDDING. MONTREAL, July 2S. j After the wedding yesterday of the son of Mr J. Stillman, the New York banker, and a former milkmaid, the daughter of an immigrant from the Orkneys, Mrs Stillman, the bridegroom's'mother, whose nerves had suffered somewhat from the strain of the preparations, ordered the film operators out of the grounds of her estate. When some persisted in working their cameras she bombarded them with 'dishes, scoring several hits. The operators pressed forward to get a “ci'osc-up” of the bride cutting the cake, when the elder Mrs Stillman rushed towards them shouting, “Out vou go! This is for friends, not photographers,” The camera men kept on turning. The guests looked on in amazement as the angry woman landed a resounding slap on the ear of one photographer. Catching sight of three other camera men behind a long table laden with punch-howls and rows of glasses, Mrs Stillman picked up a plate and hurled it at them. The plate landed on the table, smashing dozens of glasses. Snatching more pi’ates in both hands Mrs Stillman kept np the bombardment, breaking windows and hitting Mr Bert Mason, one of the photgraphers, on the head and another on the back. 1

The operators fled, but several secured good pictures. Mr James Stillman smiled merrily. The guests crowded round Mrs Stillman and congratulated her on her marksmanship. "It was necessary,” she panted, looking ruefully at the wreckage of china and glassware. Then proudly she invited her guests in French to “come and have some food.”

The alfresco fete continued far into the night when it was broken np by a thunderstorm.