The Washington times., 1924-04-26
ROmping Around
the
Radio Dial
BY Listner-1n-

many facets Of music glittered and
sparkled through the night air like
those Of a brilliant-cut diamond.
From the opening twang of a
steel guitar to the last dying sob
OF a saxophone, it was a broadcast
triumph for WCAP.
In between the guitar and the
saxophone were glints a-plenty.
Foremost American composers play
ed their compositions and Washing
toms foremost singers sang them.
Wendell Hall sang and played the
tunes he has written to 1.-The little
girl in Chicago" and the Aloha
Players brought the spirit Of the
islands Of the Pacific. Even q
mouth organ, dressed up and
labelled a harp" took its turn in
the cleaning program.
Our peculiarly paradoxical memory
goes back and rests on two of the
facts which, If possible, outshOne
their fellowship quartet of Wash
ington singers in Mrs. H. H. A.
Beach's THE Years At the Spring"
and Wendell Hall, singing Land of
My Sunset Dreams" 1t is a far
cry between the superb magnificence
OF the first and the simple melody
OF the second, but far cries are
nothing to our memory.
The Arts Club program, which
included a score of numbers by Mrs.
Beach, Gene Branscombe, Ethel
Glenn HER, Harriet Ware and Mary
Turner Salter. played by them and
sung by Flora McGill Keefer,
Gretchen Hood. John Mandilee
Marville and Warren Terry, was
To- 90
but rather one for him to enjoy,
silently and respectfully.
We moved rapidly from mood to
posers from the beautifully sombre
spirit Of the Oriental touches of
Gene Branscombe to the tender
fragments by Ethel Glenn Hier. We
were inclined, as usual, to cheer
the glorious voice of Mrs. Keefer,
especially when she sang Last
Night l Heard the Nightingale" by
Mary Turner Salter. And we
greatly enjoyed the baritone solos
written by Gene Branscombe and
sung by John M. Marville.
Prior to the Arts Club program,
the Aloha players and the Madrigal
Ladies' Quartet drew the spotlight
to other facets in the musical dia-
Emond of the night.
The selections from 1.-THE Bird of
Paradise" best represented the tai.
ents of the former organization
while Dawn" and Boating" seem.
ed to US the best of the numbers
of the Madrigal Quartet.
We are not sure just how much
we like the mouth-organ numbers
Of Rosalie Allen with the guitar ac-
compartment. They are usually
plaintive, and, we might say, un-
usually unusual.
Had there been some one to draw
q word picture of~sunset and a plan
tation and a great shady tree with
a ragged sunburned ufchin playing
Garry Me Back to Old Virginia"
we could have appreciated that
number more.
II Amt Coin to Rain No Mo-.
And so, Wendell Hall lis to be
married. Yes, sub. There amt no
perhaps. Nor maybe, neither.
On June 4, at Station WEAF,
right into the microphone, the
preacher and everything.
And there's to be a broadcast
hoolz.up for the Music Makers tie.
up. Yes, sub. New York, Wash.
lngton, Providence and Chicago are
all goin' to listen in when the Red
Head gets married.
And the little girl in Chicago"
why she's Miss Marian M. Martin,
the little golden.haired, blue.eyed
girl that lived III the next block
and who used to tease Wendell
when he was a boy.
She's the one that inspired all
these songs the music maker wrote
THE 'Comfortin' GAL" from tho
land of his sunset dreams.
And when they get married, 1t
amt never goin' to rain no mo-
Miss Marian's out in Chicago
now, writing pieces for the Chicago
Tribune, while Wendell just fiddles
about, hopping here and there,
playing his ukelele and his uklele.
Ium and singing his little songs
sort of like a wandering minstrel.
But Wendell's going home after
he sings next week in New York
and then he's going to bring the
little girl away from Chicago up
to New York for the wedding.
You remember we overheard a
conversation a night or two ago
about the secret" down in Char.
lotte, N. c., where Wendell was
singing. Well, we weren't wrong
and Wendell told us about II last
night. He's got n on his mind