The commercial. (Union City, Tenn.) 190?-193?, 1922-03-10

tunes one is Yankee Doodle, the
II other isn't" On one occasion he was
II compelled to sit through a glee club
II concert. The enthusiastic hostess
asked the President what song he
Il would be pleased to hear He said:
Il love singing. SO anything you
] please, madame. / don't know one
note from the other
Rutherford B. Hayes was a devotee
Of folk songs Shortly before his
marriage he wrote letter to his
fiancee in which he observed that
with no musical taste or cultiva-
tion myself am yet so fond of sim
pie airs that l have often thought I
could never love a woman who did
not sing them"
| Theodore Roosevelt used to lament
that he had no musical accomplish
ments, and it is reported that he
could not even carry tune. On his
tours about the country he was wont,
when rejecting, to hum. Listeners
finally identified the tune as Garry
Owen" However he liked to hear
Chopin, Schumann and Brahms play
ed on the piano, and on one occasion
he characterized Walter Damrosch's
setting of Danny Deever" as bull
ly song" He was particularly in
terested in the native songs of the
Indians and he memorized the texts
of many tribal chants although there
is no record that he ever sang them.
Mckinley himself was not mu-
stefan, but his niece, Miss Mabel Nc
Kinley, was a successful composer
and even made headline appearances
in vaudeville presenting her own
songs.
Mrs. Taft was great music lover
and it is said made several concert
appearances in her youth.
Wilson, so Bispham says, has a.
tenor voice of considerable power
and sweetness, and his daughter,
Miss Margaret Woodrow Wilson, has
won for herself recognized place on
the concert stake.
Our dear old wonderful musicians
dreamed their musical ideals in CIV
ing to us their musical compositions
of woodlands, scenery, snow storms.
singing of birds, poisoning of flow
ers, beauty in lovely face and the
wonders Of baby land; yes, they even
make us hear colors. They did not
strive for money gain, fact we are
reminded of to know the poverty
end to which so many came. They
did not think of praise from the hui
man race, but wrapped within their
own ideals they were only too happy
to realize perfect translation of ev-
cry note given to describe the bare
trees so infinitely that one could hear
and see a picture of them. Beethoven
loved the woods and wandered there
alone that we might, through music,
hear the crackle of every stick we
stepped on, every swish of breeze
in the tree tops, the roar of the
strong winds, waving and rustling
of green leaves and rattle of rain
drops.
Lieurance gives us the love throbs
and wierd quaintness of the Indian
heart and the trills in the singing of
birds until we could imagine we had
been to the wilds and woods, others
the rose and violet, till we could feel
our own hands full of flowers and
could smell the fragrance from them.
There's nothing in the world more
refined, more eleva-ing and more
than music, and whether
rich or poor, carefree or sad, the soul
without music is without love and
Is dead, so let's join our hands with
1ne unbreakable belt around the
globe and conform with high ideals,
make the better music our watch
word, and elevate the war-torn, tired
world to happy dancing, singing
place to live.
God sent his singers upon earth,
With songs of sadness and of mirth,
That they might touch the hearts
of men,
md bring them back to heaven
again