Kate Carew

Mary Williams (June 27, 1869 – February 11, 1961), who wrote pseudonymously as Kate Carew, was an American caricaturist self-styled as "The Only Woman Caricaturist".She worked at the New York World, providing illustrated celebrity interviews.

Convent of Notre Dame, San Jose, Cal.; Mark Hopkins Institute of Art, University of California.; awarded gold medal for painting, 1891; Studied at the Atelier Colarossi, Paris, and the N.Y. School of Art.[1]

Mary Williams (pseudonym "Kate Carew") was born in Oakland, California, and began her art training at San Francisco’s School of Design under the esteemed Arthur Mathews and received the school’s “Special Medal for Excellence in Painting” at the local Art Association’s 1891 Winter Annual. Her brother was Gluyas Williams.

From 1891 to 1895 her art received awards at the California State Fair.She exhibited at the World’s Columbian Exposition in Chicago in 1893.After the death of her first husband, Seymour Chapin Davison, in 1897 she became, under the sponsorship of Ambrose Bierce, a staff illustrator of portrait sketches at The San Francisco Examiner. In 1899 Mary Williams Davison moved to New York City and established a studio-residence on West Twenty-Fourth Street.She was hired by Joseph Pulitzer to publish her caricature drawings and interviews of celebrities under the pseudonym “Kate Carew” for his Sunday World and Evening World, divisions of the New York World.In 1901 she married the Australian journalist and playwright Henry Kellett Chambers.In September 1910 she gave birth to a son, Colin Chambers, and the following year divorced her husband for his infidelities with the Mexican writer Maria Cristina Mena.

In 1911 she was sent to Europe by the Sunday World to publish the series Kate Carew Abroad.She traveled to London and Paris, where she interviewed Pablo Picasso and Rostand, John Galsworthy, George Moore, Émile Zola, Bret Harte (who happened to be in England), Lady Sackville-West, and many others.She wrote about 500 pieces for New York City newspapers and later for the Tatler (London), The Patrician, and Eve.

She was among those who visited `Abdu'l-Bahá, then head of the Bahá'í Faith, during his visit to the States and travelled with him for a number of days. On April 16, 1912, with Mary Williams still travelling with him, `Abdu'l-Bahá visited the Bowery. Mary Williams noted that she was impressed with `Abdu'l-Bahá's generosity of spirit in bringing people of social standing to the Bowery as well as that he then gave money to the poor rather than accepting it.

She became severely ill in December 1913 and returned to the States after surgery.While conducting interviews in Hollywood for the London Strand she met and married the British-born John A. Reed in December 1916.The following spring they moved to Carmel-by-the-Sea, California.She became an exhibiting member of the Carmel Arts & Crafts Club and staged a solo exhibit at Monterey’s Hotel Del Monte with over two dozen caricatures, including Woodrow Wilson, Mark Twain, and Ethel Barrymore, to rave reviews.Beginning in the early 1920s, when a severe wrist injury temporarily limited her career, the Reeds resided primarily at Guernsey in the Channel Islands or in France.She exhibited at the Salon des Artistes of Paris in 1924 and 1928; on the latter date she displayed Farm at Hyeres.In June 1938 they returned to the Monterey Peninsula.John Reed died in June 1941 at a sanatorium in St. Helena.Mary Williams returned to Monterey in the spring of 1943, purchased the former home of the painter Lucy Valentine Pierce, and devoted herself to seascapes and landscapes.She died at the age of 91 in a Pacific Grove rest home and is buried in Oakland.

The following interview appeared in Pearson's Magazine, December 1904.

Confessions of an Interviewer.

By Kate Carew.

(Known to Fame in New York as

"The Only Woman Caricaturist.")

[Kate Carew, interviewer, dramatic critic, and caricaturist, is the pioneer of interviewing as a woman's profession, and to-day she holds the position of being the only prominent lady interviewer in the world. She spent part of her childhood in a mining camp of the Californian Sierras, such as Beret Harte was then making known to a wondering world, and studied art in San Francisco, New York, and Paris before entering journalism and adopting a pen-name. In private life she is the wife of Harrie Kellett Chambers, younger brother of Haddon Chambers, and like his brother, a dramatic author. Kate Carew has interviewed with pen and pencil many international celebrities, and in her article relates some of her experiences.-ED. P.M.]

My first confession is that I once interviewed a man without his knowledge. His name was Mark Twain.

That was my first interview, but I want to lead up to it with another story, which has to do with the why and wherefore of my becoming an interviewer at all.

Really and truly I was innocent of any such malevolent ambition. I was a comparatively harmless painter person who had set up a studio in New York with a single eye to serious work-art with a capital "A," you know--and in a mischievous moment I inked over some grotesque sketches of an actor which I had made on the margin of a theatre program, and sent them to a newspaper, hardly expecting ever to hear of them again.

Mark Twain had just returned to his native land after many years of absence. His publishers were paying him a princely retainer for the exclusive rights to his every word, spoken as well as written, and under this contract he steadfastly refused to be interviewed, which seemed to my editor a good reason why Mark Twain should be marked as the first victim for experiment. Poor Mark Twain! Can you wonder that he has again fled from the land of his birth?

If I had known about the publishers and the contract and all the rest of it, there would be no story to tell, but the sagacious editor merely remarked that he would like me to make some sketches of the great humorist and would send an intermediary to ask his consent and introduce me to him. And, as if by way of afterthought, he muttered that whatever I might induce mark Twain to say would be of value to the paper.

Mark Twain consented to be sketched as he sat at breakfast in his hotel. Yes, and he did utter a few sententious remarks now and again as I sat nervously fumbling with my pencil at the other side of the table. Such a wholesome, rugged, gnarled old man, crowned with voluminous white! And such a reticent old man! But some of his few grudging words were positively golden. This, for instance--delivered with the solemn, broken drawl so characteristic of him:

Mark Twain had just returned to his native land after many years of absence. His publishers were paying him a princely retainer for the exclusive rights to his every word, spoken as well as written, and under this contract he steadfastly refused to be interviewed, which seemed to my editor a good reason why Mark Twain should be marked as the first victim for experiment. Poor Mark Twain! Can you wonder that he has again fled from the land of his birth?

If I had known about the publishers and the contract and all the rest of it, there would be no story to tell, but the sagacious editor merely remarked that he would like me to make some sketches of the great humorist and would send an intermediary to ask his consent and introduce me to him. And, as if by way of afterthought, he muttered that whatever I might induce mark Twain to say would be of value to the paper.

Mark Twain consented to be sketched as he sat at breakfast in his hotel. Yes, and he did utter a few sententious remarks now and again as I sat nervously fumbling with my pencil at the other side of the table. Such a wholesome, rugged, gnarled old man, crowned with voluminous white! And such a reticent old man! But some of his few grudging words were positively golden.