The Birmingham age-herald., 1914-06-12
Dolly Has Chat With Miss Bettie Rosalind
 Gilmore Birminehams Beautiful Young Harpist
By DOLLY pALR.YNrPLn

By DOLLY DALF.YMPLE
 Picture to your self vivacious, pretty altogether charming young woman (she's barely IS, if you please), clad In some soft | shimmering, diaphanous, summery sort of gown with hugh white hat covered in trailing roses, and you will see lovely Miss Bettie Rosalind Gilmore as I saw hei yesterday afternoon. Even her name fits in with her unusual beauty, which is sort of old-fashioned in way.
 Indeed
 While she looks just the kind of girl whom you'd expect to meet at "dansant the looking her prettiest to the subdued multicolored lights as she glides out now here. now there. for the latest tango"
 She isn't at all, Watch her enthusiasm and wait for her to tell you of her latest ball, her newest frock.
 And
 Then
 Pinch yourself right sharplyi
 For
 That isn't what she's going to tell
 No, not at all
 Instead
 She Is expending the enthusiasm that exudes so radiantly from her bright face at that moment upon the exquisite thrill she had when first she saw the light of day coming in, and enabling her to grat- fly her lifes ambition and study the beautiful instrument that she loves so dearly-the harp!
 
 Hold tight to both arms of the chair.
 She almost forgot
 For
 There is that other delicious sensation
 Not her first party,
 Not her first evening frock.
 Not any of the things the feminine mind is supposed to hold most dear. But
 The memorable day when her parents consented for her to make her plans to go sometime in the very near future to Paris and study at the great conserva- tory there!
 Isn't that a wonderful picture of an 1S- year-old girl?
 It is even more wonderful when you know the girl.
 Really
 Birmingham has mitch to be proud of in Miss Bettie Rosalind Gilmore!
 l love to say the name over and over!
 It strikes rpes as being very pretty.
 The worla is going to hear from this girl soon.
 And ,s When it does,
 I'm going to be mean, just real down. right mean, and you'll hate me like people always do when you say it, but I'm going to say:
 T told you so!'
 Is there any instrument half so beauti- ful as the harp?
 Any picture more lovely than a young girl sitting at the harp with her slender, well-shaped fingers softly caressing the strings of that heavenly instrument?
 Her bright face beaming with the red blood of youth, Miss Gilmore talked to me yesterday about her love of the harp and her ambition, as a woman of maturer years might have done, and as she talked, her mind clear strong, enveloping, un- folded its petals, as it were, and revealed to me another big attribute-intelligence which this young woman has to a remark able degree.
 Yes, they laugh at me-" said Pretty Miss Gilmore, flushing a deep crimson and. by the way. I mean my family about my enthusiasm for the harp. They say whenever I have an opportunity I fairly talk people to death on that sub ject. But you don't wonder, do you, when I love it so much?"
 Do you inherit your love of music?" asked.
 From my mother. yes," was the an- swer. My fathers talent for music might say, is a tremendous appreciation.
 You see." Miss Gilmore continued, "1 have studied the plano ever since I can remember. l always dreamed of a. day when I could begin my lessons on the harp and that day came when I studied with Mrs. Oliver Chalifoux several years ago. Last winter I went to Memphis where I became a. pupil of Angelo Cor