In the two decades after one of the most sensational murders in American history, the 1906 rooftop shooting of architect Stanford White, the batshit crazy gunman Harry K. Thaw sunk deeper and deeper into his sadistic mania, and the woman at the center of the love triangle, Evelyn Nesbit, downed disinfectant, trying to wipe herself clean from the face of the Earth. 

She failed. Eventually, when Nesbit was done with red velvet swings and speakeasies, the former chorus girl found her footing and dedicated much of her later life to sculpting and teaching the art. She spoke of passion for her work and her disdain for brassieres in a 1952 issue of People Today, which I found courtesy of the Old Magazine Articles site.