The Seattle Star Newspaper, January 19, 1920, Page 1

« VOLUME 2 7 The Star’s Phone MAIN 600 Get the Habit! . I IT SEEMS TO ME DANA SLEETH EATTLE ts slowly recov ering from its annual season of grand opera and many a home, that knew only jazz, tonight entertains basso profundo, and shrMfing soprano, and languishing tenor, and throaty, futy contralto, wailing and trilling and warbling and booming from grand opera Fecords on the faithful phono graph. I Mke grand opers; I like it aa I Mke ao limburger sandwich—about ence @ your. I have a nodding acquaintance ‘with most of the standbys these Visiting companies offer, and there's a lot of these arias, and duos, and quartets that I can label without a libretto. And I really do like to hear these foreign warblers distend their throats, and puff out their chesta, and roll their eyes make a joyful noise unto the Lara UT always, when I hear comes sneaking in the feeling that, after al it’s rather a trifling in stitution; overemphasis of the uaimportant, or of the impossible White I can admire Lucia, con eee et tee teen acona. eu the mad scene, still Ttalian chap, who is dressed like @ Frenchman's idea of how # Scotchman would be arrayed, a! Ways gives me inward smiles he struts, and roars, and warbi his dying agonies fn a set of pink impossible people and be - distinguished hour after hour; gushing, and rolling, and leaping, and surging; and ali with- out form and void, so far as real feeling, sentiment or musical truth ig concerned, -PHAT do I mean by sausl- IW] cal truth? A private little theory of my own, which ts perhaps all wrong, but at least it is my own, and there fore dear to me. Music seems to me to be rhythm; to be, at heart, truth; to bear within itself all power of heal ing, of harmonizing. And when it is used to glorify the individual; when {t Is made a mere shower of trills, and glides, and warbles, and wh it is rudely seized upon by , gent in lilac pants, with pier-mache spear, and a falee eyebrow, to earn him $1,000 a week for shouting something to us in a fore guage, and freq indifferently well trail along. A symphony by a master com poser, rendered by a trained and sympathetic or a, fe r put to work for human er ment, human uplift, human lation; but grand opera grandest is but a string of brigt paste jewels, flashing back the false half-lights of an arc-light moon. A mother’s lullaby is muse; the death chant of deepest Africa is music; the joy and childish Nght ness of our Hawailan cousins is music; the song of children at play, and the chanting of Greek irs in cathedrals is music; any- thing is music that is sung or played to express honest emotio -——that is, if it gets the mes over thing lace ruffles and a zi fs not harmony, no matter technically perfect be his perform- ance. because it is fake gtuff and there is no truth in it Certa I give every bit of de served we to these opera a tists v e such impossible sit- uations, and wh eer soul, breathe the bre music of them sextet from “Li the innate «ill and the im garments troupe of a and r a sni mile A lot eult is opera cult in 4 7 backed up by tinsel tradition; hard- ly io it worth the effort " WHAT STAR WRITERS | | SAW IN THE CROWDS PERSHING CAME General Snoozetl in Takes 30 Redeaps to tHandle the Luggage F ; who railroad thin t to wa He Never Misplaces | rush on Trip | 1| | | | | tant questions up Refused to Brave Cold, Murky Mi Instead of braving murky darkness railroad yards this m g. Ger Pershing nestled in the ¢ Mor pheus While his train waa buffeted p and down ¢ r ane rtered King rt of Belgium dd back again tooth brush. | t have figured! totally and m t'pm'st to keel way, when the gen December 2 to nee wked a finger} up and down rdw a at p New York Faces Camera Hounds Who Wi ‘The camera hounds were distinctly evidence, They waited patiently two hours for Gen. Persh And they were not The general is the nodating notable you » it comes to posing for | is. He stood just where kings of the-kodak orf. In fact, photographically th neral was, “soft”| | Mayor Springs His |Shimmery Silk Hat ' betor Fitzgerald and his high hat. « Him my noticia eh p taey | Clad Ponty in“B. V. D.'s” oo ———j An carly bird Ue. 4; stood on the depot ‘ap platform. A win qe i low blind on the PP] Per ahing train Ame: | Rushed In on Him The general grinned wide was open an inch 4 ( ¥ ¥ /, ‘There he tx rrinned | (x elled the earls rts burst (=e! bird, glimpsing a in upon quite gracefully wher turned servi r flash of white thru the opening ng in his B. V, D.'s \grasp his hand him eral wore the well-known wreath of j smiles that is a part of every big . man's welcome. Gene Taps Ten-Penny fm m | Pu urret as Porter | Up to Him to ' o hung around after Eve Okeh M r 1 Jim Spangler handed jebrated keys of the utter with water them met Gene General Pershing top of his heap in It is not amiss to aay ut Gene taps the ten-penny on the = to portering. I m that Gene ts Edythe Perches Atop Rul ulding for a Look If affy one! thought that Miss 0. Kuni. chief tele phone operator at 4the O. & W. ata military birds ar from Alpha to Omaha 7 ; ‘ ip Vailas tion, was going to |How Would You Like ky V allow Gen. Per. to Dine With Him? ts t hing to escape How would ke to dine with efore him the old east General Pershing 1 right, don’t |and west were ululating up the crowd Meet him at the Hippodrome t © upas tree Edythe may not w night at 6:20. But before © had lone-up, but she ab: t him, breeze ur bed aa orbtul trom the top of the box office a building from & a, m, till 1 $2.60. That The only regrettable fea- ou wish to 4 wit Edythe the faithful, to | ill be wold on the first come, first |to enable her to get a regular he-| served system. }took at the general ON PAGE 7 TODAY “The Middle Temple Murder,” by J. S. Fletcher, the detective story en- dorsed by President Wilson, begins on page 7 today. It will run in 12 in- stallments. Each installment is alive with interest. You won’t want to miss any. On the Issue of Americanism There Can Be No Compromise TheSeattle Star [d= Entered as Second Class Matter May 9, 1899, at the Postoffice at Seattle, Wah, under the Act of Congress March %, $6.00 to __ Weather Forecast: Tonite shtunwententy winds PERSHING'S PEP AND “LETS GO” SPIRIT BY HAL ARMSTRONG ~—vell 3s ENERAL JOHN J. PERSHING darted Seattle this morning without. taking his gloves or his smile. He swung off his special train at te) O-W depot at 9 a. m., shook hands 200 eager people, marched thru the ta tion in double time with his staff c 5 treading on his heels, stepped into waiting automobile and, without con for speed regulations, darted thru a ti , to the Colman dock. Fifteen minutes after he left the he was walking up the gangplank the steamer Kitsap II, bound for Worden. | If he intends to run for president, if he has a concerning the Japanese problem on this coast, he d no hint of it as he sped thru the city. |Make It Snappy—That’s |General’s Rule of Order Pep and snap characterized his entry and his exit. his audience with Brigadier General Harry Foote commandant of Camp Lewis, in the commander-in | private tar, considered the most important matter d jof here, was short, General es was given 15 mil }to say what he had to say hear the answer, /it was. bie = | The Pershing special, two cars and a locomotive, into town at 6:30 a. m. and stopped at Holgate st., Policeman Edward Peterson boarded it as sole protects Peterson stood in the vestibule and waited for daylight. : At 8:15 the train backed into the depot. Thru the win white-coated negro chefs and waiters could be seen pre breakfast. The general's compartment was dark. At q jof half a dozen policemen appeared in the yards, and a @1 began to appear along the rim of the viaduet, overlooki jthe tracks. | Eats Light Breakfast, | Then Receives Officer It was reported at 8:30 that the general had ordered hi ja grape fruit, two soft boiled eggs, toast and coffee, — dozen newspaper photographers focused their cameras on # |steps of the general's private car and waited. | General Hodges and an aide, carrying a large leather | appeared and stepped aboard. “Does the general wish to meet the general, sir?” an off jasked.’ “Right this way, sir.” And General Hodges and his aide were shown down ff the car and out onto the platform again to wait with the juntil the commander-in-chief had finished his eggs. | It was not until some moments later that General Hodg was permitted to enter. Meanwhile a crowd of sever hundred had gathered about at various vantage point Girls and a number of Salvation Army lassies hurried down. into the yards in a flurry of excitement. é It was announced the general would give newspa an audience at 8:45. The audience did not mai ; At 8:45 General Hodges was holding his brief intervie | with the chief. | When Mayor Fitzgerald and the vanguard of the j;tion committee appeared some minutes later it was signal for the crowd to close in. “Good Morning,” Smiles Army Chief to Mayor At 9 o’clock a shout went up. General Pershing swu lightly to the depot platform. He stopped a moment to grasp the mayor's hand. “Good morning,” the general smiled. Before Fitzgerald could answer, the general was sg the hand of a blushing young woman and saying: “Tm glad to see you. They closed in around him, but he broke thru the crowd, shaking hand after hand and smiling as he kept up @ continual: 4 “Good morning.” “Happy to see you again.” “I see have a wound stripe. ‘How do you do?” “Glad to see “Glad you came down.’ His close-cropped gray mustache, his keen gray-blue ey his ready smile, and his natty uniform and his quick, clear manner of speech all betokened a man of snap and one Plainly, he was in a hurry. The crowd fell back. swung into a fast stride toward the stairway leading, ne in bs, the dépot, with Mayor Fitzgerald at his side. es dozen staff officers swung into line behind him Mt the; party was off. i Doc Matthews There to Shake a Welcome Inside the depot the general halted, faced about, and for five more minutes shook the hands of the reception com. mittee and others who passed him in single file. In the line were Dr. Mark A. Matthews, several ex-service» men, r officials, Red Cross women and Salvationists. For each’ of them the general had a word. The ceremony was short. As the last in line oe him, Pershing smiled and touched the visor of his ca C nition of the crowd that ‘filled the depot, eh lee 1 Turn to Page One, Second. Section,