Dorothy Levitt - Personal Life

Personal Life

Before her motoring career Levitt was reportedly a noted horse-rider. She made direct reference to her riding experience in the press: In going that pace, the hardest thing is to keep in the car ... It is far harder work to sit in the car than to ride a galloping horse over the jumps in a steeplechase.

According to a November 1906 interview with the Penny Illustrated Paper Levitt balanced the fearful excitement of automobile racing by quietly going fishing. and described trout fishing as her favourite sport. She also described poker as her favourite game and claimed significant expertise at roulette. Outlining her 'most wonderful secret system with which she is going this winter to attempt to break the bank at Monte Carlo.'

Both Levitt's book and newspaper column in The Graphic described her atypical lifestyle for the Edwardian era, an independent, privileged, 'bachelor girl', living with friends in the 'West End' of London and waited on by two servants.

Levitt was noted for her ever-present, yappy, black Pomeranian dog called Dodo. A gift from Mademoiselle Marie Cornelle around 1903, he had been smuggled into England by being drugged and then hidden in the repair box of an automobile.

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