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New-York tribune., 1919-03-23
By w. Fl. Hudson
From, "Reve5lIe"

"HE APPLE has not come to its per-
fection this season until the middle
of May; even here, in this west
country, the very home of the spirit
of the apple tree! Now it is, or seems, all
the more beautiful because Of it's lateness
and of an April of snow and sleet and east
winds, the bitter feeling of which is hardly
yet out of our blood. If l ever recover the
images of all the Towering apple trees 1
have ever looked delghtedly at, adding
those pictured by poets and painters, in
cludng that one beneath which Fiametta is
standing forever, with that fresh, glad face
almost too beautiful for earth, looking out
as from pink and while cloud Of the multi
tudinous blossoms-f I could see all that
I could not find match for one of the
trees of to-day. 1t is like nothing on earth,
unless we say that, indescribabe in its love-
liness, it is like all other sights of nature
which wake in us sense Of the super
natural.
Undoubtedly the apple tree seems more
beautiful to US than all other blossoming
trees, in all lands we have visited, just be-
cause it is SO common, SO UNIVERSAL
mean in this west country-so familiar a
slgnt 10 every one from infancy, on which
account it has more associations of tender
and beautiful kind than the others. For
however beautiful it may be intrinsicaly,
the greatest share of the charm is due to
the memories that have come to be part of
and one with 1.-THE forgotten memories
they may be called. For they mostly refer
to far period in our lives, to our early
years, to days and events that were happy
and sad. The events themselves have faded
from the mind, but they registered an emo
tion, cumulative in it's effect, which endures
and revives from time to time and is that
indefnable feeling, that tender melancholy
and divine despair" and those "idle tears"
which gather to the eyes at the sight of
happy autumn fields and all lovely natural
sights familiar from Of old-from ones
own early years.
New-York tribune., 1919-03-23

~ NE of Americas most dstin-
guished painters and art critics
died on Monday Kenyon Cox
has left strong imprint upon American
art. His genius was mural painting. But
he wholesome contend-even better
than he painted. His style, as reviewer
put it some time ago, is notable for care
full organization and deft expression,
leach word filed down to the closest
meaning that the author may deal the
more lucidly with his many abstrac-
tions." Which does not, however, mean
that he dealt only with distractions. For
instance, in volume of essays entitled
Artist and Public" published in 1914 by
Scribners, Mr.. Cox addresses himself to
the question: "Is there an American
School Of Art?" To quote him:
"1n the catalogues Of our museums you
may find entries like this: John Smith.
American school; the Empty Jug or what
not. In such entries little more than bare
statement of nationality is intended. John
Smith is an American, by birth or adoption;
that is all that the statement is meant to
convey. But the question occurs Have we
an American school in more specific sense
than this? Have we body Of painters with
certain traits in common and certain diff
ferences from the painters Of other coun-
tries? Has our production in painting suf-
ficient homogeneity and sufficient national
and local accent to enttle it to the name of
American school in the sense in which there
is, undoubtedly, a French school and an
English school? think the answer
must be in the affirmative.
1--WE have already passed the stage of
mere apprenticeship, and it can no longer
be said that our American painters arc mere
reflections of their European masters.
Twenty, or even ten, years ago there may
have been some truth in the accusation.
To-day many of our younger painters have
had no foreign training at all, or have had
such as has left no specific work of a par
tlcuar master; and from the work of most
of our older painters it would be difficult to
guess who their masters were without ref
crencc to catalogue. They have, through
long work in America and under American
conditions, developed styles of their own
bearing no discoverable resemblance to the
New-York tribune., 1919-03-23

words. And if she, Simonnc, had not
been able to read the tenderness in his
looks and had not understood the mean
ing Of his furtve hand clasps, perhaps
the poor lover would never have ven
turcd to express himself.
Fortunately, she had comprchcndcd.
And one evening when they were alone,
without exchanging word, they had
plighted their troth with kiss.
Simonne smiles at this recollection.
But some one knocks at the door. The
housekeeper enters, letter in her
hand.
"Here, mademoisellc," she says. at
is for YOU"
Then she rctircs.
Simonnc gives a start on looking at
the envelope. The handwriting is that of
her beloved.
Now the seal broken, this is what she
reads:
Simonne:
have never said to another. and /
have never said to you: 'I love YOU"
Listen! You have seen sometimes on
dark nights brilliant flash of light
In the heavens. That light, dimming
the stars, has compelled your attcn-
ton. All the other radiance with
which thu celestial vault is flied dis
New-York tribune., 1919-03-23

NIMONNE opens her eyes.

NIMONNE opens her eyes.
The morning sun is shining. 1t
~ is April, and all the world is re-
splendent. The room is bright. The
walls are radiant. A bee buzzcs between
the windowpanes and the curtain. The
pieces of furniture ard the bare floor
shine. How comfortable it is under tho
white sheets!
Simonne smiles at the familiar OBJ
Jccts She has the light-heartedness Of
twenty years. Outside the birds warblc
with JOY. For the hedges are white with
hawthorn buds. The sky is pure and
blue, and the air is fresh and fragrant
Smonnc tosses off the covers a little
She thus discloses her beautiful arms,
half bare. Gracefully she lifts them and
crosses her hands behind her head. The
transparent lace sleeves of her NIGHT
gown slip lightly down about her shoul
ders.
S'monnc dreams, though awake. Her
soul floats into space.
Suddenly her face is cloudcd.
Alas" she thinks, while here cverv-
thlng invites to happiness, there are those
out there who suffer for us without
respite--in the far off trenches, amid
mire and bloodv
Inc young girl shudders. Then a
FAMILIAR image rises in her brain. 1t is
mat OF soldier, dark and pale, beau
tiful youth--that Of Georges, her fiancd
her friend, zouave, sergeant. She
sees his face distinctly. What martial
air he has in his uniform-~he who in
ordinary life is 10 timid and gentle!
Timid, beyond question! Too timid
indeed, since he has never had the cour-
age to put his declaration Of love into
New-York tribune., 1919-03-23
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To-day, however, looking at the apple
blooms, find the most beautifyng asso-
Citations and memories, not in far-off past
but in visionary apple trees seen no longer
ago than last autumn
And this is how it came about. In this
red and green country of Devon am apt to
meet with adventures quite unlike those ex-
pcrienced in other countries; only these are
mostly adventures of the spirit.
Lying awake at o'clock last October. in
Exeter, and seeing it was a gray misty
morning, my inclination was to sleep again.
/ only dozed, and was in that twilight con-
diton wnen the mind is occupied with idle
images, and is now in the waking world,
now in dreamland. A thought Of the rivers
in the red and green country foated through
my brain-of the Clyst among others: then
of villages on the Clyst; of the Broadclyst.
Clyst ST. Mary, Clyst st. Lawrence, finally
of Clyst Hyden; and, although doing, I
half laughed to remember how ! went
searching for that same village one May,
and how | wouldn't ask my way of any
one just because it was Clyst Hydcn be-
cause the name of that little hidden rustic
village had been written in the hearts Of
some who had passed away long, long, ago,
far, far from home. How, then, could fail
to find TIT would draw my feet like
magnet!
| remembered how searched among deep
lanes, beyond rows and rows of ancient
hcdgcrow clms, and how found its little
church and thatchcd cottages at last, COW
cred with ivy and roses and creepers all in
New-York tribune., 1919-03-23
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"Sophocles is more interested in the re-
lation of man to man than in the conflict
between mortals and the gods He has left
seven tragedies, all Of which can be adapted
TO the needs Of opera. At the command of
MS king, Mendelssohn wrote music for
largo part of three OF these plays the
Antigone,' the 'Gdipus at Colonus' and the
'Gdipus Tyrannus,' although, perhaps,
strictly speaking, the resultant compost
tons we're not operas. Richard Strauss
took for the libretto OF his 'Elektra' the
play of the same name by Hugo von Hof-
mannsthal, which in its turn was a version
of Sophoclcs' Electra Even in the Greek
THIS heroine is by no means lovabe crca-
ture, but in the German play she is made
almost abnormal in her crazcd longing for
vengeance, and the cacophonies of Strauss
naturally hcighten the hectic effect Conse-
duent'y Electra demands new and more
just operate presentation. Aristotle pro-
nounced the 'Gdipus Tyrannus' the master
piece of Greek drama. When given to-day
either in Greek in the vernacular. IL
never iails to produce profound impress
sion, an impression of the very nature to
DO enhanced and deepcned by musical inter
pretaton. The sequel, 'Gdipus at Colonus,'
presents picture shot through with glcam.
ing mysticism.
"of Euripidcs, IL We include the 'Rhesus.'
& .hcre are nineteen plays extant. He is diff
- Aefehtiated from his predecessors by his
more modern tone; he makes many innova-
uohs both IN the matter and in the spirit
the ancient legends; he Is given TO ana.
wing the motives of his characters in a
amer conveniently albeit somewhat vague
termed psychological BY reason, there
scre' or the greater abundance of his mate
rial and his unconventional treatment Of il
" would seem that he is more ljkelv To in
'crese the modern composer than EschvIua
or even Sophoclcs. At least the earlv writers
of opera drew more often from his re-
sources. Gluck. most important figure in
\ lDe history OF opera, wrote three succcssfu,
plays on Euripidean themes, sAlceste., Tnh;.
genie en- Aulidc' and Tphigenie en- Taurjdc {,
Neqca was the subject Of many earlv
opefaS, but not one survives. Rancau in
his. tfippolytc ct Article set the story of
Ph&drt to music, and Sarah Bernhardt has
nnAdo Racne's 'Phedrc' famous: vet wbv
have wcsnot to-day Ph@dra in our gallery
Of opcfatbc herones? Eiectsa. Helen, Ores
tes and many another familiar figure Euri-
pidcs views from new angles; he sounds tho
depths Of pathos In 'Hecuba' and The Tro-
jan Woman; he gives dramatic voice to the
religious awakening Of his times in The
Bacchantes.'
"fncidentally, the. appropriation Of Greek
tragedy by grand opera would afford scope
for exciting experiments In the treatment
Of chorus and ballet, for to very large cx-
tent the Greek play was sung and danced.
The modern opera tahds TO minimize the
New-York tribune., 1919-03-23

us this" you say, "my very timid
fiance?"
Pardon! Forgive ME! I know it.
Yes, once (and that once seems so
far Off words were superfluous be-
tween us. The old, heavenly words
of love seemed to me too hackneved
for us. Then I had, admit il. q
modesty i'll the way Of sentiment not
unlike woman's physical modesty.
But now!
Now it is night. Now it is cold. and
overhead the cannon thunder lueu-
briously. | must speak to you. can.
ought to. And / wish to.
throw myself at your knee. Amo-
rous and shrinking, cry to YOU still
once more; "Smohne, Simonne, it is
you alone love. 1t is you alone whom
wish all for myself"
All! What matters it if these words
make you blush. This letter. shall
never send it.
shall enclose it, addressed. in a
second envelope. It shall sleep against
my heart.
IL Will be my companion in battle
and outpost duty.
1t w'll comfort me. I shall love it
1or all the love with which it is filed
Tor all the heart have put into it.
with 1T | shall go to battle more
gal'y' stronger, more confident.
IL VIII safeguard me. But if by
ehance you receive it (Simonne, I
love you with all the strength of my
peing), it will be when am dead.
outside the birds warble with joy.
'or the hedges are white with hawthorn
'uds' the sky is pure and blue, and the
sir is fresh and fragrant.
New-York tribune., 1919-03-23
'ES, it can hardly be denied.
The average grand opera Ii
bretto is pretty sad. That is,

The average grand opera Ii
bretto is pretty sad. That is,
pretty funny 1t furnishes
those who, as Harold l.. Cleasby phrases
it, delight in verbal inanities and in
felicities" much amusement. Read
through any one of dozens and dozens
OF llbrettos. No need to begin an
enumeration. Yet the absurdity of de-
tail may, after all, be only the inevitable
result of the ''inadequacy of the subject
matter as a whole" Which brings us
to the point. Mr.. Cleasby has sou-
tion to offer. He would have the opera
writer's turn back to Greek tragedy.
After citing several examples of popular
operas which have been built upon the
rock foundation of real dramatic themes
('Faust," "Pelleas ct Melisande,"
"Konigskinder," "Il Barbiere di Sivi-
glia,' "Madama Butterfly" "La Travi-
ata," "Le Chemineau," "Gismonda,"
etc. Mr.. Cleasby, writing in "The Ma
tion," declares:
"For the cnterprising composer who is
convinced that we'll constructed play is
eminently desirable as the basis of his
opera, there exists a treasure house of
almost incalculable wealth in Greek trag-
edy. Already moulded into form fairly
well adapted to operate requirements
tsincc, indeed, Greek tragedy was itself the
first grand opera), these dramas exhibit in
high degree sublirnity Of theme, emo
tonal richness, clearly outlined characters,
1orr
Long ago musicians discovered this golden
store, and the dictionaries of opera are
filled with lists of sAlcestes,' 'Medees' and
other classical heroes and herones OF
these figures, however, which have played
so vital part in the history of European
culture as to become symbols, as it were,
instead of merely literary figures, how
many representatives tread the lyric boards
to-day? That the creations of the seven
teenth and eighteenth centuries have passed
into oblivion casts no discredit upon their
Greek ancestry, for practically all the other
operas of the same time have ceased to
exist. The field may now be titled once
more.
"lEschylus, philosopher of rugged
grandeur, offers his most glorious con-
tribution the Orestean trilogy. In occidental
literature there are few figures more i'm
pressive and vital than Agamemnon, Cly-
temncstra, and Orestes, but as yet no
worthy operate embodiment has been given
to any ono of them. Surely these char
.acters and their fates cry out for such
musical sublimation as Wagner has lavished
upon the far less humanity significant
heroes of the Nibelungen Ring. Of Eschy-
lus's other plays, the 'Prometheus is the
most alluring to the composer, because
1t has the greatest of themes, suffering
for the welfare Of humanity, and because
of the power and majesty of the chief char
acters. Since the story is told by means of
series of parallel episodes, the PRONE
theus' might we'll be condensed into a
single stupendous act
New-York tribune., 1919-03-23
Oh, You
Sabbatarians!
By Edgar Lee Masters
From Reedy's Mirror
From Reedy's Mirror
IN, YOU sabbatariuns, methodists and

M, YOU sabbatarMns methodists and
" puritans;
You bigots, dcvotees and rantcrs;
You Journalists, pietists and fanatics,
Teetotalcrs and hydropots,
You thin oscetics, a'1drogynous souls,
Chaste and epiceme spirits,
Eyes blind to color, ears deaf to sound,
Fingers insensitiuc,
Do a0hat you will,
Make qUhat laavs you choose
Yet there are high spaces of rapture
Whdch you can neuer touch,
They are beyond you and hidden from
you
We leave you to the dull assemblies,
Chdrades, cantatds and lectures;
The civic meetings aohere you lie and act
And Vork up business;
The teas Of forced conversation,
And receptions of how-dc dos,
And stercotyped smiles;
The church sociables;
And the calls your youmg men of c1on,D,y
hands
And fetid breath
Pay to angmtc Virgins--
These are yours;
Take Mcm-
But tell you
In places you kmow not of,
New-York tribune., 1919-03-23
@zA
2182AaIk2.
reossarNie
The Whitewashed
Wall
By Thomas Hardy

Dy lIlOIIldS ldEQy
X/HY docs she turn IN that shy, sob
Way
Whenever she stirs the fire,
And KISS to the chimney corner waH,
AS II cntrdnced TO admire
Its whitcwashed barrcnncss more hdS
the sight
Of a rose IL, q garden green?
I haze knorvn her long, but this rapt'rss
1 ncvcr before haze seen.
We'll, her soldicr-som cast his shadcs
there,
And friend took pencil and drfS
him
Upon tha, fame-lit ,oau. And tho lin"
had a lifelike semblance to him.
And there long stayed his famihdr loos'
BIT one day, ere she knew,
The schitener came to cleanse tho ''coM
And covered the face from view.
"Yes," he said, my brush goes on w''ss
rusk,
And the drnught is buried undey;
When you haze to ,phifcn old cots dS'
brighten,
What else can you do, I toondsrF
BIT she knotps he's there. And sea"
she yea,ws
For him, Tone ia the incoming nv7s
She secs him as close at hand, ard fafHS
And kisses him ssuder the wkit&
From Ress]!l
New-York tribune., 1919-03-23

We, the free spirits, the liocrs,
Guests at the aoedding feast of life,
Drinkers Of the aVinc made By Jesus,
Worshippers of fire aud Of God
who made the grape,
and fitted the veins Of his legitimate
children
With ethereal fame---
We the lovcrs Of life IN unknoaon p1occs
Shalt taste of ancient Winc,
New-York tribune., 1919-03-23

and PIT fo'ocrs in golden uascs,
and open precious books of song
and Iooh upon dreaming Buddhas,
And morblc masks of genius.
We shaH hear the sound of shiu0cd
Instruments,
Volcing the dreams of great spirits.
We shoH hnoao the rupture Of Kisses
And Tong cmbroccs,
and the sting Of folly.
New-York tribune., 1919-03-23

we shaH entrl"c our arms IN vol1ptuous
sleep,
And IN the misery of your dcuiaIs
And your covardice and your fears
} on shdU not cucu dream that qrc c,.jst
O"nteligibic needs! We, the blossoms
Of hfc's gordcn,
flo""ish on the hills ofvariablc uciuds-
We perish, but you ncucr lire.
New-York tribune., 1919-03-23
A Lost Village

This is It'll" cried 1his my little lost village found
again. and it is well found it late in the dav for
now looks less like the loveiest old village !,
Devon than in fairyland or in Beulah'
New-York tribune., 1919-03-23

styles of their first instructors
I think the differences between American
painting and that of other countries are
New-York tribune., 1919-03-23

quite as great as, if not greater than. the
d'herenccs between the paintings of any
two of these countries"
New-York tribune., 1919-03-23
translated By William l.. Mcpherson
Copyrghf, 1919. Nc1O York. Ty;hunc r,n

a"~t uAhgsu
illustrated
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Speed Up, Opera!

Dispatch these silly lberettos long journey without
return trip ticket, and go back to the Greeks for in
spration. A writer in "The Nation urges that COM
convert the best of the Greek tragedies into music
New-York tribune., 1919-03-23

THE APPLE has not come to its per- ,
fection this season until the middle
of May; even here, in this west
4, Il .:..i&
Idaho County free press. [volume] (Grangeville, Idaho Territory) 1886-current, 1919-05-15
PERSONAL
= :. !. :. : ~.

A. A. Kinkaid was in the city Tues
day from the Dewey mine.
Deputy Sheriff Hartman is back
from trip to the Snake river section
Tony Nau, Cottonwood furniture
dealer, was in Grangeville Tuesday.
y. B. Leeper of Stiles was in Gran
geville Wednesday.
Archie Smith OF the Tolo section
spent Saturday in Grangeville
S G.. Mcdaniel has returned from
California, where he spent the winter.
Don c. Fisher, deputy state game
warden, has returned from business
trip to the Clearwater towns.
Hon Evan Evans has returned from
Los Angeles, where he spent several
weeks visiting his daughter.
J. G. Falck, property auditor for
the forest service, was in Grangeville
this week from Ogden, Utah.
w. w. Flint, Cottonwood banker and
chairman for Idaho county in the re-
cent Victory loan drive, was a business
visitor in Grangeville Tuesday.
Alison Vaughn of the Salmon river
country was in Grangeville Monday to
make final proof on his homestead be-
fore Fl. Taylor, L. S. commissioner.
S. G. Rankin, who lives six miles
from Grangeville, on the Harpster road,
was in town Saturday and was a plea
SAINT caller at the Free Press office.
George w. Stephens has gone to Mos
cow to serve as federal Juror Mr..
Stephens win visit other points before
he returns to Grangeville and probably
viii be away several weeks
Thomas C. Leard of Missoula, Mont,
arrived in Gangeville Sunday night, |
and later left for higgins, hoping to
find in the Salmon country suitable
and ON which to file. Mr.. Leard ex-
'ects to engage in the cattle business.
Mrs L. Harris has returned home
rom Spokane, where she had been
ince January l. Mrs. Harris recently
Idaho County free press. [volume] (Grangeville, Idaho Territory) 1886-current, 1919-05-15
CHARGE MURDER

Continued from Page y
lion mine, planned the lumber, and from
it made coffin in which White was bur
led on bar at the confluence of Wind
river and Big Salmon river.
cit was bad trail over which we
would have been obliged to have pack
ed him out, - said the sheriff, "and, as
the weather was warm, we decided to
bury White there.'' Photographs of
the coffin, the grave and the scenes
where the killing occurred were taken
; by the sheriff. The place is forty miles
up Big Salmon river from higgins.
White was shot by a gun which he a
few weeks ago identified as belonging
to McMeeken. The gun was in the eff
fects of man by the name of Dun,
who died last fall in the mountains, and
had been in the possession of the pro-
bate judge until a short time ago. 1t
was delivered to McMeeken, by the pro-
bate judge, after White, who was in
Grangeville with McMeeken, identified
the gun as belonging to McMeeken, lit
tie knowing that within a few weeks
the same gun would be used to snuff
out his life.
The story of the killing, as compiled
by the Free Press last week, was gath
eerd form sources with which it was
possible to communicate. The story
a storm of protest from rela-
tives and friends of White, who COM
planned to Sheriff Eller, arguing that |
White did not have a quarrelsome dis
position. 1t was pointed out by some
that the Free Press was trying to de-
fend McMeeken.
Idaho County free press. [volume] (Grangeville, Idaho Territory) 1886-current, 1919-05-15
LOCAL NEWS IN BRIEF


Licensed to Wed-A marriage license
was issued Saturday to Martin Refver
and Chloe Berry Of Whitebird.
Son Is Born-Dr. P. J. Scallon re
ports the birth Of a son to Mr.. and Mrs
Oscar Blakesley, on May 8.
Sneak Day-The senior class of the
high school observed sneak day We'd
nesday, when the class went to the
Dewey mine.
Family Coming DIR. G. A. Green has
rented the Coveny house. Mrs. Green
and children win come to Grangeville
from Lewiston shortly after June l,
when they will start housekeeping
here.
From Tory Jacobson-Tory Jacob
son, who left Grangeville a year ago
for Wyoming, writes to the Free Press
that he now is located in Seattle and is
following his trade of carpenter. Mr..
Jacobson recently had been in Alaska.
Federated Church-Acres of room at
the Federated Church last Sunday and
you were not there to occupy it. The
biggest thing on in America today is the
program for the rebuilding of the world.
Are you interested in saving the world
from bolshevism? Hear about the world
program at the Federated church Sun
day morning. "Bolshevism or Christ
anity, Which2' In the evening we will |
think about Sunday baseball, dances,
cards, billiards, circuses, theatres ct
'etera. We need you, but if you don It
need US there are a great many places
hat do. You will receive the glad hand.