Los Angeles herald., 1907-03-24

the table and the youngest of the fam
lily here, there and everywhere.
with what gentle grace, with what
IJnconsciousness We wear the triple crown
OF youth and beauty and the fair renown
OF great name
This is the Carroll Of former years
the Charlie, as we then called her
and Charlie she is to me yet IN
thought, though the world knows her
as carroll" It had been a wish OF
the family for a son and heir to bear
the name Of the father, so when the
youngest girl arrived she was called
Charlie until she entered school, when
she answered to her proper name-Car-
roll. But It was Charlie that romped
over the lawn at "Sunnyslope," the
home in Boyle Heights, and It was
"Charlie" that planted potatoes and
China lilies side by side in the plot
that was given over to the children at
this happy home, and it was "Charie,
that whistled from morning until night
-whistled as unconsciously from baby
hood as most children learn to talk.
And It was "Charlie" to many who
went away from Los Angeles to win
for herself name and fame, always
accompanied by the loving mother
Loves ATL anu LllSI dAulS
And it was the same Charlie that
took us into the library to see the
photographs and souvenirs that. had
been collected-a room lined with
books. with the open desk covered with
letters and the walls adorned with
paintings. Just the same kind of a
room, only i'm a different locality. that
we used to look at with so much awe
and wonder when we could ever pos
sibly read all those books-for in this
home all is open and easy of access.
The baby fingers turned the pages OF
the best books and were allowed to
take the most interesting to the nur-
sery. And as a playmate many times
have l sat cuddled up in big arm
chair with Charlie, pondering over
words that were then to us unpro-
nounceable and unintelligible.
And it was. the same Charlie that
answered to her baby pet name of
"Chuckie" who laughingly came forth
to answer her fathers request for "just
little whistle"
The tall young girl yet in her white
apron, standing beside the beautiful
grand piano, with the little mother"
playing the accompaniment and
whistling-whistling until the house
echoed and re-echoed with the liquid
notes of Annie Laurie" and 'The Last
Rose of Summer" and then that
grandly melodious "Misererie" rising
higher and yet higher until house, ac-
companist and all were forgotten and
we were carried away. Even little
bird was attracted and sat on the win
dow sill, and we were only brought
back by Carrolls exclaiming, after the
last sweet notes had died away: "Oh,
And this is what Carroll McComas is
today in her home. This is what seven
years of study and ovation have
brought back to us.
And after hearing her, so uncon-
scously whistle until she can attract
the very birds, I thought of a day,
years ago, back in early childhood,
when we sat on the terrace at Sunny
SLOPE" tending our dolls, and talking
of the time when we should be really
grown up, and be "great ladies'" And
surely Carroll is "a great lady," for
all the world says so.
Ignores Her Triumphs
One of the clearest insights into the
character of this young woman was
opened to me as we walked, with re-
luctant steps, to the station to take
the evening train for home, laden with
oranges and flowers. The sun was set
ting and showed just patch of bright
sunset sky over a range of distant hills,