Carl Gustaf and Hjördis Tersmeden moved on from New York, following the yearly cafe society winter migration to Palm Beach, Florida, and by 21st January were entertaining and being entertained in the opulent surroundings of the Everglades and Coral Beach clubs.
“We went back to Palm Beach,” Hjördis wrote. “There, Tersan devoted himself to golf so intensely that I hardly saw him. Day after day I sat alone and had nothing to do.”
Rather than golf, Igor Cassini had tennis on his mind, and accompanied by his wife and brother flew down to Palm Beach in early February to take part in the annual ‘Bath & Tennis Club’ tennis championship (where he was reigning champion), and to dabble in the affairs of society: “One could always find enough material to file a column from there, and it gave me a chance to play a lot of tennis.”
On 12th February, Igor filed one of his first Palm Beach dabbles of the year, describing events at an Everglades Club party hosted by Prince Artchil Gourielli, an emigre Georgian nobleman with a “cloudy” title borrowed from his maternal grandmother. (Cloudy enough for titled Count Igor to just refer to him as Artchil Gourielli). The evening provided Igor with plenty of opportunity to get facetious about the venue and the mainly Russian guests:
“The Everglades Club, where the atmosphere is drenchingly opulent, and the members unflinchingly applaud any songs containing the words ‘grouse for breakfast’ and ‘chinchilla coat’. Artchill, gray and glittering like an ersatz diamond [ouch!], injected, as usual, the proper proportion of mad Caucasian abandon, laughter, tears and broken glasses.”
However, the undoubted highlight for Igor was running into one of the non-Russian guests, Hjördis Tersmeden. He grasped the opportunity to ask her both about herself and her marriage, and then cheekily (especially knowing his intentions) dropped her into the middle of his column, among all of the princes and princesses:
“Mrs Tersmeden (she has the unpronounceable name of Hjondis [yes, Hjondis…] is vivid, many-ringed and rather beautiful and used to be a model in Stockholm.) When Mr Tersmeden came over here last year on business she followed him to Tucson, Arizona, pounced on him from behind a cactus and married him, not too much against his will, I gathered.” Cheeky sod.
Tennis with a gadfly
Carl Gustaf Tersmeden’s Miami golf and club mania reached its peak in the following days. On 12th, Hjördis had to kill time at the Everglades tombola, on the 13th the pair hosted dinner for twelve guests in ‘The Gray Room’, and on Friday 14th they hosted luncheon on the golf terrace. Following Carl’s Saturday to Monday “Mixed Foursomes” golf tournament (from 15th-17th) where he was paired with a Mrs James E. Martin of Toledo, Ohio, there was a sudden two-week lull.
As previously mentioned, Hjördis airbrushed Igor out of her memoirs written for a Swedish magazine. However, she did talk about him to a Swedish journalist in 1953, although without referring to him by name.
“There was a man who started courting me feverishly,” she revealed. “I was still in love with Tersan, so I didn’t want anything to do with the fellow, but I thought that maybe I could make Tersan jealous. So, I told him about the other man. Tersan didn’t care. ‘That’s all right,’ he said. I was disappointed, so I asked him for a divorce. I said I would marry the other man. The wonder happened. Tersan became a different character, he didn’t leave my side for a second. But, somehow my great love for him was over.”
“I wanted to go back to New York, but instead we agreed to go to Key Largo. There we found our community again, and one day of sunshine followed another.” For a short time.
Apart from putting distance between Igor and Hjördis, Carl’s agreement to move 150 miles further south to The Keys may also have been part-influenced by a freak cold spell that had just hit Florida, during which The Everglades golf widows had to sit around wearing fur coats, with more fur coats draped over their laps. The local authorities desperately asked people not to blow the local electricity supply by plugging in their domestic heaters.
Things were not looking too good for Carl Gustaf, but his luck really took a nose-dive during a return to Palm Beach on 25th February, thanks to the seating arrangement at a party thrown by young New York socialite Barbara Hoge (who married another of Igor’s White Russians, Prince Ivan Peter Obolensky, in 1950). A local newspaper listed the guests – including “Mr & Mrs Carl Tersmeden” beside “Mr & Mrs Igor Cassini”.
“I was sat beside her at a Palm Beach dinner party,” Igor Cassini enthused to journalist Marian Christy while promoting his 1977 autobiography. “I was totally mesmerized. I danced with her most of the evening, and during a slow dance asked her to meet me for lunch the next day. We talked. Oh, did we talk…”
Marian Christy was hilariously unimpressed as Igor’s tale of conquest gained momentum: “Gadfly Cassini, a man who was ‘tarred’* in certain divorce cases, gleefully continues his little love story”:
“Tersmeden came over from Key West for her, (and) met my brother Oleg instead. Poor Tersmeden. He was crying on Oleg’s shoulder. Oleg looked him straight in the eye: ‘don’t worry, my friend, they’re only out playing tennis.'”
“Carl even went so far as to track down Bootsie by phone in order to locate us! [Really? Imagine that..] Bootsie was loyal and put him at his ease, though she told me in no uncertain terms that I should not play games.”
Next page: A rootless and insecure marriage, 1947
* Igor Cassini was tarred and feathered by a group of yokels in Virginia in 1939, who took exception to a cheeky article which he’d written about their mother getting invited to a royal garden party in Washington. No divorce involved, but hey, it’s what made Igor famous.