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This story is a most unusual human document ; a foster mother telling of her affection for an adopted child, and of the foundation of past memories upon which that affection is built. Mrs. Beery is a retiring person, seldom seen in the limelight which so surrounds her famous husband, the motion picture star. This fact lends even more interest to this recital. — Editor's Note.
By Mrs. Wallace Beery
In a city of triangles, there is no threesome happier than the united in affection
Beerys
CAROL ANN has filled the only gap that was in our lives, Wally's and mine. Her coming into our household has meant far more to me than I am able to express. From the moment I had her intrusted into my care I loved her, and was hardly able to believe my good fortune. Watching her fuss around as she was getting ready to go to lunch with Wally at the Vendome one day, it struck me how much her excitement compared with similar scenes in my childhood. She tried on several dresses before she decided which one was just right. She is very particular, tiny tot that she is. All her colors must match — especially if she's going with her Daddy.
Wally is more than a hero to Carol Ann. He is a demi-god whom she worships. What a pair they make as they walk along — he huge and bulky — she tiny, tagging along. And he is so proud of her! Actually, he's a bigger kid than she is. I call the pair of them my two children. Her most vivid recollection doubtlessly will be of Wally at the controls of his aeroplane flying her to Palm Springs over the week-end. For the aeroplane today holds all the glamour and romance for children which the train held for youngsters a generation or so back. I can remember how my father was just as much a hero to me as Wally is to Carol Ann. He was a crack engineer on the Baltimore and Ohio railroad. There were three children, and how we would prepare to meet him at lunch! The house was the scene of no end of excitement as our blessed mother would stand before the stove and fry
The Beerys at home: Wally, the hero, Rita, the mother, and baby Carol Ann. Carol Ann isn't really as bashful as she looks here. But she isn't used to having strange cameramen invade the privacy of her quiet home
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