Omaha daily bee., 1910-01-19
81. Louis Glohe-pemocrnt.

ST. Louis Globe Democrat.
Voices have ere now come out of Ne
braska for the charming OF multitudes
The winds of Nebraska breathe upon the
vocal chords and make them concordant
OF sweet sounds. Rough and rasping as the
Nebraska wind is to one who takes its bite,
Il carries music on its loud-flapping wings
to such as suck It in with an open mouth
and an understanding heart The winds OF
Nebraska are a standing refutatlon Of the
old theory that the human voice can only
be famed into sweetest expression OF feel
ing by the gentle zephyrs Of Mediterranean
or Adriatic shores, where the soft insou-
Glance of wind and wave blend into har-
monies of which the singing voice Is but
natural part. The Nebraska wind blows
not off spiced islands or scented orange
groves. 1t howls down Wind river valley
and the only wave 1t dallies with on its
way is that of the Platte in which there
is always more OF qulcksand than of
insouciance. But, handicapped as 1t is, II
Riviera itself
Across the divide between the Missouri
river and the great bend Of the Platte
this phenomena of nature Is most manifest
There the Nebraska wind leaps to an an
find that south where insouciance will be
possible for it, 1t RACES over Lincoln and
storms above Beatrice, lying close together
in its path. But out Of Lincoln has come
a voice musical enough to charm even a
donkey and hold 1t charmed for 10, these
many years And now Beatrice has given
to the world of song a Miss Mary Lasalle,
just discovered in New York, to have a
voice Of that sweetness and power which
warrant great impresarios In saying that
she is destined to shine, a star in the
operate world. I'VE lived in Beatrice"
says Miss Lasalle simply, "and we think
sweetly, where the wind blows all the time
and where the jackrabbit, the coyote and
the wheat fields thrive"
1t is not always In sweet waves of sound
made by soft airs from tropic seas, steeped
In the perfume of orange groves. that sweet
voices are attuned. The howl of the coyote.
borne upon wind which never whispers
and often roars, in land in which nothing
but the harder grains can grow, can also
nurture throats strung to perfect melody.
Lincoln has proved 1t once. Beatrice, an
hours ride from Lincoln, and as much in
the path of the Wind river wind, proves It
now again. And history has repeated itself
in more ways than one. 1t was I'm Chicago
that the voice Of Bryan of Lincoln first
charmed the donkey. 1t was in Chicago,
too, that Miss Lasalle first found a ca
pacious ear to hearken to her. Her musical
success since then has been as great as has
that of Mr. Bryan. Nobody now denies the
fine quality of her voice, as nobody has
ever denied the fine quality Of his. She,
like Mr.. Bryan, can never be president, but
she will, like him, charm multitudes with
the music of her tones and, like him. she
will make somebody pay for the music.
She, like Bryan, can console herself for
the loss of an empty bauble of a presi-
dency, with guarantees, regardless of the
kgate receipts Each Of them commands our
admiration. But together they command
our pride and love hurling back with
scorn, and burying under an avalanche of
proof, the old slander that effete foreign
lands can make a better noise than we can
make here, Long live the Platte! Long live
/ the Wind river valley! t.u1