Palisadian. [volume] (Cliffside Park, N.J.) 1906-current, 1915-04-17
THE EDITOR A WAY

in Richmond little boys were running
around barefoot. Tuesday morning
it was so cold everybody wore over
cats.
l walked through little park en-
route from ElDa station in Richmond
to the Hotel jefferson. On the west
side of the park large twelve-story
building had been built that l had
never before seen. | asked a negro
woman seated in park bench:
Can you tell me what building
that is?'
Dat buildin'? Yasser, boss, datsa
-datsa-datsa horspital, | speck."
1t proved to be fine new apart
ment building.
About half way between Washing
ton and Richmond is little, white
gabled, pitched roof farm house, near
which is a windmill and another
smaller house. On raised embank-
ment in front of the white house in
large letters easily read from passing
trains are these words:
"StoneWall jackson died in this
house May 10, 1863"
What tale of heroic action is as
ISOLATED with that spot! And what a
glory that struggle ended as it did.
| attended concert given by the
Wednesday Club" one of the three
concerts given at its annual Music
Festival. The Wednesday Club
started with about dozen members
IN 1892. There were 5000 people
present at the Monday night concert,
and there was a mixed chorus of 800
voices led by the Philadelphia or
chestra OF ninety pieces.
The soloists for the evening were
the three leading oratorio artists OF
America, Florence Hinkle, soprano;
Mlldred Potter, contralto; Dan
Beddoe, tenor and Herbert Wither
spoon, basso. These artists prob
ably received $1,000 each.
The Philadelphia Orchestra is SAID
by many to equal, or even surpass the
boston Symphony. Certainly | never
heard anything better. Leopold
StokoWski is the conductor. He is a
wonder. John Philip Sousa has moth
ing on Stokowski in the originality of
mis- arm, hand and head motions while
directing his orchestra. The local
critics were completely upset by the
magic OF the Russians baton.
Here is what one of them wrote of
LISTS Les Preludes:"
stokowski' Playing
work of Real Artist
Many images form themselves, be-
sides those that are forced by the
mere meaning of the conventional
accepted sectlons-the introduction,
with it's first solemn note; love, with
us second theme; storm; country life;
war; and the tremendous conclusion,
III which the first theme is elaborated,
adorned and managed to an astound-
ing climax. And to the forming Of
cheese images and reflections Mr.. Sto-
l-owski, by his delicate, his impress
sive and his infinitely careful play
ing OF the piece, lent an artists aid.
Playing" is the proper word: he
plays his orchestra.
heard here-Damrosch's the Metro
politan and the New York Philhar-
monic, to go no further-and the
most salient difference between Mr..
otokowski's and all the others would
seem to lie in the fact that his are
younger men, who show an enthusi-
asm and play with fire, an individ-
ual intenseness, that none OF the other
orchestras' ranks seemed to possess.
How much of this is due to Mr.. Sto-
kowski's own force, magnetism and
inspiring influence is difficult to say.
5ut the result, however attained, is
readily apparent.
Another "Virginian" reporter said:
A Realm of Melody
Conductor Leopold Stokowski, with
a wave of his left hand and slight
move of his right, transformed the
asst auditorium into an earthly realm
of melody. Birds sang in the weep
ing willow trees, as the little stream
flowed over the pebbles on toward the
brook, where the song was taken up
by the sweet splash of the waters
over the rocks, on the way to the
pasture with its sweet-scented wild
flowers.
AS he waved his arms the music
changed from the tweet of the cat
bird to the notes of the lark in the
vast empyrean, while the hooking
bird trilled it's lay, and the gold fish
spread melody as it leapt from its
summers bed, and the waters still
sang on their way to the ocean, where
the big waves gave echo to the dis
tant roll of thunder, which came from
the clouds split in twain by the set
ting sun.
And, in the meantime, the fifty vio-
linists, the brass men, the reed in
struments, the bassos and the harp
were very busy. They sounded like
one vast fiddle with thousand bows.
One could almost see the notes as
they leaped into the atmosphere. And
Stokowski just waved his hand and
smiled. His smile proved magic, for
when he smiled upon the chorus they
arose to the heights and accomplished
much toward making the carnival of
music success.