Goldsboro weekly argus. [volume] (Goldsboro, N.C.) 191?-19??, 1914-05-14

The Redpath Chautauqua program
from day to day has been reported II
these columns, and while, In the ruSl
of varied reportorial duties, we fee
that we have fallen short OF giving
every feature of the splendid offering:
commensurate review and merited en-
dorsement, we have felt that these
however, have not suffered any serious
loss at our hands, for the whole com
munity have been out to enjoy then
and will hold them in pleasing and ele
waiting remembrance through the com
ing years, for, indeed, has nothing sc
educating and refining, SO uplifting and
uniting, ever before been Vouchsafed
our communicative as the Redpath
Chautauqua has proved.
The offering yesterday afternoon and
again last night was Bohumir KryI ane
his Band and the Denton Grand opera
Company: and surely were they at
their best-especially last night. Per
haps they caught additional inspiration
from their splendid responsive audi
ence, and, indeed, they seemed to, and
so appreciative were both singers ant
band of their generous reception here
by an audience the finest the South
and therefore the World-can afford
that they responded most graciously to
encores, Prof. Kry1 giving seven en-
cores successfully under one number
This is unprecedented, and nothing
could be more complimentary on n1s
part to an audience.
And now what shall we say of 1t all?
"Oh that we we're the vieWleSs spirit
of one Of those grand symphonies OF
last night, that we might just fly away
from this physical task-and keep on
flying. But, alas, we must to our work
no matter how we feel! But we dc
feel. The echo of the whole grand
revel is with us as we write We coul6
or. at the least suggestion. We have
had a musical debauch. Our hanC
trembles; we suppose we are having
our musical katzenjammer "the morn
ing after" Were you there last night
But of course you were-everybody
was there. Do you feel as we do?
Yes, we have been with Bohumir
Kryl and his band. We have discover
ed the bandmaster of the world-right
here in Goldsboro; for Kryl was at his
best last night. He showed it-he
proved it; and we feel as Columbus
must have felt when he discovered
America. Kryl the Titan has found
the open door to our soul, and he has
swept through us like a storm, and
we still live.
We have bathed in music: our spirit
has been seized and carried off by tides
of harmony, rivers, brooks, and cata-
racts of melody, white-capped waves
of sweet tones, all bearing us away
whittier we know not, only into some
strange seas we had never sailed be-
fore, by islands where Fashioned noun
tains loomed in purple glory, and love
and nobleness and unearthly beauty
combined to break our heart.
It was not the songs from the opera,
so thrilling and so grand; nor any
tune in the music, though the songs
were superlatively excellent and the
melodies divine; but it was just the
whole thing, the continual swelling
up of rich chords breaking into fairy
spray, and close-locked discords melt
ing into voluptuous consonance, ex-
QuiSite as spun glass, ana the StFedh-
ing, insistent passion of flutes and
violins that tempted and tore our soul
like sirens, and the occasional ripe,
round note of wood-horn rising like
a moon upon the hushed orchestra,
and the full, loud blare of brass, brave
a. d bully as stamping horses and
strong as the elephants of the Mana
rajah, and the superb chorus OF human
voices all singing, singing until ii
sounded Ike the voice of many wat
ero" that Jchn heard in Heaven, great
white and gold cloud of song that
wreathed and wavered upward, while
underneath we heard the GREATNESS.
racing orchestra, the palpitatlng
strings, the glad fanfare OF trumpets
the thundering kettle-drums, with
flutes and piccolos whistling like n.y.