The Telegraph-courier. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1888-1946, 1919-07-10
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CLICK on the ilOOT COmpi6Jeu the an
lnouncement Of the presence of an I'M
expected visitor. The open door be-
hind me had admitted him without sig
Inal, until this usual one, in the years of
partial bewilderment preceding the
great silence. The old Music Master
was defending himself possibly from
the frequent intimations of the earlier
time that to deal with music as a pro-
fession was to deal with little practic-
al knowledge outside of it. Indeed this
opinion was corroborated by the re-
mark of lady upon hearing that a
! successful music composer and ocea-
sional conductor of musical conventions
was an active member of an Express
company still claiming the name. 81
did not think such a man would know
anything about business. !"
The World War, terrible as it has
been in tn destruction Of finest and
hottest products of Art, has surely
elevated to position never known be-
fore, the power, the comfort, the in
spring effects, the practical utility of
music.
But this is not the story of that won
der day of memory, revived so wildly
after nearly a half century nor is the
old man who accepted proffered seat
with polite recognition and expressed
pleasure, the principal part of it.
A company Of young students mum
bering from forty to fifty, was before
me, and slight apprehension of fear
that the very unusual incident might
break, or reflect, upon our compact of
lself-government, was felt. There was,
however, no cause for it. Recitation
after recitation followed and our Wis
itor was an interested, if not an alto
gether intelligent listener It is, how
ever the tragedy of such governments
often, that at the most satisfactory
stage an unidentified cause of disrup-
ton may be at hand The grateful
memory of this day came to me by
reading name and not the name of
that time either, but representing il, of
one who was member of that com
pany Of students, and who was also
present at the recent High School
Alumni Reunion. There might have
been others there. and doubtless were,
but did not know it. This one name
was sufficient to revive many memories.
The reunion certainly represented some
of the g firsts and tslasts'' of a long
line, with SO many steps between each
| full of interest.
Something in this thought takes me
back short time to the final eyer
cises of a school, where beauty Of ma
ture, evidences Of Art and fineness of
culture should cast halo Of aspiration
on the coming path from girlhood to
womanhood. But this is understood.
and my thought was of favorite SUBJ
IJect SO thoroughly, SO beautifully and
helpfully treated in the address Of the
iday. The Continuity of Growth
whole growth, toward the end of high
est chievement, Of character, of life.
Of service. The paths Of ascent viii
be SO different, the aids toward the goal
$50 varied-with or without so-called
success and distinction, with or without
the present seemingly indispensable
aid, even Of the ballot.
July has again resumed its promi-
hence and the day SO long dropped
from the Calendar of events, suppressed
ed by the tragic ones of the time, has
once more taken its place and has pass
ed into history unparalleled by any
former one.
10 those whose memory fits back ON
the wings of sorrow to that day on
the field of Vicksburg, and in the same
flight this day, far away to the fields
of France, comes the full meaning of
such celebrations, of victories, Of in
dependence, even of peace. Kenosha
knows it all.
From time to time the coming light
OF our present hoped-for, prayed-for,
died-for peace seemed almost visible.
AT one Of these times upon the entrance
Of General Allenby into Jerusalem, the
following poem was written
Lo! the dawn is family raising, and
our faith can almost see
All the beauty of the vision of the light
that is to be;
For Jerusalem, the golden, all unscarred
by warning hands.
In its tempted grandeur older, now
in guarded safety stands.
For Jerusalem delivered, let the
humblest poet sing,
While the Tasso songs full-chorused
across the centuries ring
With the music from the Fir-tree and
the Harp of David, strung,
And the songs Of Zion IS daughters with
the reeds in Willows hung
While they rest within the shadows
by siloam's ripping rill;-
And we trace the winding pathway up
the consecrted Hill.