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Carmela Ponselle's Secret Inspiration {Continued from page 42) repeated her question, and several heads turned toward a small dark-haired girl on the end of the line, but nobody spoke. Annie Ryan almost lost her temper. "Is it you, Carmela Ponsellio?" she asked firmly. "I'll say it is," the lanky lass next to Carmela said. "She's singing so loud, I can't even hear myself!" Annie smiled. Carmela burst into tears, and leaving her place in the choir, ran to the door of the little church. Before Annie could catch up with her, she had fled down the street, around the corner, and out of sight. The following Sunday, an hour before the church services were to take place, a little girl edged slowly through the door and up to the organ where Annie was playing. It was Carmela. Annie stopped playing. YOU'VE come to tell me that you don't want to sing in the choir any more?" Mrs. Ryan asked softly. Carmela nodded. "Before you say it," Annie said, putting her arm around the child, "I want to tell you that I am very disappointed in the way you acted the other day." Tears slowly began to creep into the corners of Carmela's eyes. "Why," Annie went on, "do you think I wanted to find out whose voice was carrying above the others?" Carmela shook her head. "Because," Annie explained, "it was quite the clearest and nicest child's voice I have ever heard. I wanted to help you, Carmela. I believe you can some day become a very great singer!" Carmela couldn't hold the tears back any longer. The little eleven-year-old Italian girl wept freely and wholeheartedly on Annie's shoulder. Annie, perhaps out of pity, but I would like to believe for a deeper reason, promised Carmela many things in the following fifteen minutes — promises she knew would involve years of work and trouble for herself. She said she would give Carmela piano lessons, something the child had always wanted but which her parents, poor people, couldn't afford. She promised to teach her voice — to give her not only the opportunity to study with an unknown like herself, but some day to help Carmela to have the finest voice instructors in the world! Carmela has never forgotten the words Annie Ryan said to her that shining Sunday morning in the little Italian church. "If God has given you a fine 'voice, my child, the rest of the world shall hear it." She probably said under her breath, "or my name isn't Annie Ryan!" Carmela got her piano lessons— two hours each and every week — and not one cent was ever paid for them until the little Irishwoman's hair was beginning to turn gray! What Annie then knew about voice training was also given gratis to the little Ponsellio. Carmela caught on rapidly. At fourteen she was singing solos in the same church where she had been an ordinary choir girl. When Carmela reached the age of sixteen, Annie Ryan decided that as far as personal help and supervision were needed, her work was done. If Carmela was ever to gain a foothold in the world of the great, there was but one place and but few people to help her. The place was New York City, and the people were men like Paul Savage, Romano Romani, and Edmond Stanley — men who taught only the best. Voices that average mortals were prone to rave ecstatically about were but raw material to these maestros. You just couldn't be sure you had something (vocally speaking) until Savage or one of his colleagues nodded a head. These men loved fine, promising voices, and heartily enjoyed, taking an undeveloped larynx and ultimately depositing it, body and soul, on the stage of the Metropolitan. I'll say they loved it— at fifty dollars an hour and up — it was a pleasure! All Carmela had to do, with the help of Annie Ryan, was to get to New York regardless of her parents' objections, and without any money; then talk one of these voice teachers into cutting the rates so that she could have an hour's lesson for the same price that most students paid for a minute. Of course, there was the small matter of supporting herself after she got there — all just a snap. Carmela, not to forget Annie, did it! It took a good many years, and a tremendous amount of almost manual labor. When either of them would falter, Annie Ryan remembered a promise made years before in the interior of the little church in Meriden. And Annie stuck it out until that promise was fulfilled! Carmela's first step? It wasn't really a step, it was a run — she ran away from home. The Ponsellios, Mama and Papa, called on Mrs. Ryan the day after Carmela disappeared. Mama, the appointed spokesman, asked, perhaps a bit heatedly, as to the whereabouts of her daughter. Annie wouldn't tell. She suggested looking under the' bed, or in a stray closet, but as the meeting threatened to end in a small riot, with the Italian forces decidedly outnumbering the Irish, she spoke her piece. "Carmela has gone to New York. She has enough money to last until she finds a job." "Carmela," Mrs. Ponsellio announced, "must come right home!" "Carmela," Mrs. Ryan corrected, "has a chance to become a great singer. She will stay in New York!" Mrs. Ponsellio broke into tears. Papa Ponsellio broke into Italian. "Sacramente!" (Here my Italian fails me.) But in spite of tears, protests and threats, Annie Ryan remained undaunted. THE Ponsellios, like the Goldbergs, just couldn't be separated. If Carmela was in New York, the only answer was a change of address and climate for the whole family. A year later, close on the heels of Annie Ryan, the Ponsellios moved into the big city — all of them, including little unnoticed Rosa! Carmela, in the meantime, was progressing rapidly. She was a full-fledged cashier in the old Lorber Restaurant across the street from the Metropolitan Opera House. She had heard Caruso sing twice. That, and other things, were expensive, yet Carmela had found time to start a bank account. Her weekly salary was twelve dollars and fifty cents. When Annie arrived in New York she immediately opened up a small music studio. Carmela obtained an "after hours" job as a soloist in an Italian church. Annie, not liking to be very far away from God. and Carmela, spent her spare time developing a choir in the same church. Their goal, which was, of course, the Metropolitan for Carmela, seemed a little less far away. It would take years, but then those black clouds were beginning to move rapidly out of the picture. Annie was ready to go to work. . And the years held many surprises tor both of them. If one were to list all the jobs that Carmela worked at in order to 84 ^^^^mm