Evening star., 1923-05-31
Finds Sweet Singer.
District Girl Attracts Attention
In Vienna.

To the Editor OF The Star:
The writer is a relief worker in
the service of an American organiza-
ton that has been and is helping
hundreds of thousands Of Europeans
who have suffered from the late war.
1t helps them not only with food,
clothing, shelter. medicine, ETC.. but
with loans to rebuild their devasted
homes, their business. their whole
life anew.
From time to time a stranded
American walks in and asks to be
helped. OF course he gets hearty
welcome, and whatever there Is in
my power to do 1 gladly do for him.
If 1 am an American anu helping
Europeans, total strangers to me,
why should I refuse to help an
American in need? Quite logical, is it
not? II that be the case. permit me
to bring to the attention of your
readers something about a Wash
ingtonian.
I visited Vienna a short time ago.
Looking out of the window of the
across the street near an iron fence
a crowd of people. My curiosity was
aroused. l noticed they were all
looking up to the house in front of
them. I went down to inquire OF
one of the crowd what it was about:
But before 1 could get a reply I
realized what had brought them to
f,J1 ~ 90
came ringing into my ears from the
second floor Of the house across the
street A woman was singing some
of the crying music by the great Rus
sian composer Tchaikovsky. Vienna
is now a very expensive place. That
the Viennese are fond of music Is
known the world over. And now that
many of them have not the means
with which to pay for ticket, they
are perfectly satisfied to stand near
the iron fence and listen to the music
street. l asked a few of the people,
and they told me that they come
regularly every day to listen to the
singing of some American" in the
house No. 33 Doblinger Haupt-
strasse. AS soon as heard that 1t
still more aroused. The regular at
tendants of those free" cSncerts
told me that they "had never heard
| such a wonderful voice, even in the
main opera house in Vienna" And
! that was an American girl singing.
How proud I felt over 1t.
Before long I learned Of the ad-
dress of the professor OF the Ameri-
can singer. He is considered one
| of the greatest singing teachers in
| Vienna. When I asked him about his
American pupil, he said: You Ameri-
cans do not seem to take any pains
to discover good musicians in your
[ own country. You always try to
| seek musicians everywhere except
| in your own country. And look at my
pupil Emele. (Her name is Emma
| Redell, 300 NJ street northwest, Wash
| ington, D. c. You could not get
| a better interpreter of Tchaikovsky
| in the whole of Europe today: she
sings German operas to perfection;
she sings operas in Italian marvelously:
| she is beautiful; she is a wonderful
character. And, despite all these
qualities. your people at home never
she is from Your capital. washington.
D. c.. where a good many music
they to nnd this girl out and give
( her her chance?"
| I felt ashamed of myself listening
to what the old professor was talking.
4 / could only plead guilty-that was
| all. We Americans are worshipers
( of alien talent, while at the same
| time we abound In wonderful singers.
The professor went on:
Il -'Justs wait and come around to
vienna next fall. when my star pupil
Emele viii rye her debut She Is