THERE ARE EYES AND EYES. Blue, brown, gray, myopic, squinted and astigmatic. And each of them sees a different aspect of the same sight.
The vision that the newspapers got of the Queen of Roumanians American tour, with no exceptions, had so decided a "squint" to it that my only excuse for being a raconteur of the trip is that, from my vantage ground, I got so very different a view.
I saw from within and I saw from without, and I got from it all so thoroughly satisfying and interesting an impression of the Queen as "star," and of America as mise en scène, orchestra and director (not to speak of author and scene shifter too), that I feel my view of the whole performance, from a seat very close to the stage, is at least worth the trouble of putting into black and white. To me it was all drama, and I have tried to set down the actors and the action as it came.
For myself, one of the supers in the affair, I can only say I derived the most lasting benefit. It was more than pleasure—it was knowledge—to see my country, the United States, as it was presented to me on this trip: big, broad, generous. In no other way could I have had before me just the aspects, each so unique, these individual states gave to a visiting Queen, and I am humbly grateful.
Each night, no matter what the strenuousness of the day, I propped my eyelids open long enough to put down what I saw. A few (details of the trip I have omitted, for the simple reason that I perhaps did not view them with my own eyes. This is a personal record and not an itinerary.
I wish to acknowledge the kind assistance of Miss Elmira F. Grogan in the preparation of this book.
Before the departure of Her Majesty, I suggested to her that I would write this journal for publication and give the proceeds to the Roumanian Red Cross. The Queen graciously consented.
I trust this little volume of memoirs will serve to bring relief to many of the destitute of Roumania by replenishing the coffers of the Red Cross, and will also in some measure express the sincere admiration I feel for my friend Queen Marie, who, while every inch a Queen, is at the same time an outstanding personality.
C. L. M.New York,
January 15, 1927