Palisadian. [volume] (Cliffside Park, N.J.) 1906-current, 1916-09-09
Charles T. Logan, Jr.
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made our home resonant with the me-
lodious practising he was constantly
going through to perfect himself. His
old master in New York, George
Sweet, said to me on several occa-
sions that his voice was most promis-
ing. But what pleased Mr.. Sweet
more than all things else was the all
pervading genuineness of the boy
himself. He has told me many times
he never saw boy like Charles, and
when he died he wrote that he was
like his own flesh and blood. Now
there must be something almost
spiritual in any one who can inspire
these tributes. | did not seek them.
They came spontaneously, as though
Mr.. Sweet had had real joy in train
ing the boy. Charles had manly
bearing, but he enjoyed good story
about as well as any man ever did,
and he had an appropriate one always
when he got into good storytelling
company. Ms. Sweet himself is all
business in his teaching art, but he
could not resist the joyous side Of his
Palisade pupil, and the two had
great times together, passing many
of those little condolences that only
men who are congenial ever reveal to
each other.
| do not know that the boy would
ever have made great star in opera.
Perhaps his art might have made him
take high rank, for he was consum-
mate actor when he had mind to be.
He was forever initiating something
or somebody when he was much
younger than the latter-day Pail
sadians knew him. His imitation OF
certain actors was quite remarkable,
in fact. His mother always wanted
him to be her Bishop, but he laughed
at a career like that for boy with
his light heart and initiative. The
revelation of his real voice possibili-
ties pleased him like child. When
he got to where he could see real
tone production and knew what it
meant; when he saw the gradual de-
velopment of himself in vocal art, h
took it exactly as a child would d
new toy, only he never stopped low
ing music. From his babyhood h
was musical by instinct, and his own
singing revealed new world to him
it gave him greater happiness, per-
haps, than any other one attainment
he possessed He knew he was only
at the beginning of the long road to
real art, but he began to travel it
with unctious pride and satisfactio.,
that never lost itself in indifference
as so frequently comes over students
in any line of art He was fully de-
termined to make all he could out of
his voice, though his latter few
months on earth saw forced lack OF
practice, because it is no mean
physical effort to train ones voice,
and carry on a busy business besides.
aApotRer CHI teristSc We have
always noted about Charles was his
innate modesty. He liked to achieve,
perhaps better than most people. His
heart was in everything he undertook.
He would never go at anything with
lack of spirit. But he never alluded
to anything he did. He would tire
himself down in order to bring about
a result on something he had set his
heart to successfully carry out, and
that was one of the causes of his ap-
parent lack of animation the last few
weeks of his life. He did not want
to give up, but we could see he was
not quite himself. He was working
against tremendous odds, but he never
realized but that he would be all
right in little while. He needed
rest, he said, and frequently spoke
about it. 1t was a demand, but ne
never took it. Strange play of the
Fates! Building as he went down!
The poor boy never once wavered III
his courage.
have heard it stated that he went
with health officers to investigate in
fantile cases for the "Palisadian."
do not believe this, though it would
have been just like him. There was
no occasion for it, however, and | can
find no verifcation for the published
statement.
The Sunday before his death he
was all happiness on an automobile
trip up past Goshen, Middletown
Port Jervis, and home on Sunday by
Delaware Water Gap. The scenery
was beautiful and restful, and his en-
joyment of it was absolute. He made
constant illusions to the beauties
that appealed to him, and pointed out
something particularly appealing he
thought we might have missed as we
drove along. All through his life he
was a nature lover. The first July a
in Palisade that was noted, in 1906,
l believe, he and George Frew rugged
up the old Pennell tandem bicycle and
mounting a little 12-bore cannon on
the rear seat, these two went all over
he Hilltop Section having the time of
their young lives firing that gun with
blank shells. And it made some noise,
too. 1t was surprise in the way of
noise, and they, no doubt, made many
people swear. That morning, some
time after three o'clock, nearly four,
/ believe, the waking dawn came into
the east, and the birds began to sing.
In the middle of Anderson avenue the
two boys stopped, looked and listened.
1t was, perhaps, his first sight of
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