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MUSIC By HENRIETTA M. REES. IT must be admitted a big baa* drum la a valuable adjunct. Once upon a time, about 10 or 20 yeara •no. it la said that a recital waa given In Omaha at tha little Lyric theater, then newly built. Thla waa given by a young tenor singer. He waa more or less unknown, and he came with out the support of any local organiza tion. He gave the song recital. A few deadheads and rash music lovers attended and as for Omaha the ma Jority of Its usually Interested citizens did not even know It had been. Sev eral years later the same tenor singer came to Omaha and was greeted riot ously at the Municipal auditorium by some 7.000 people. When he alighted in the city he said, "Oh, yea, I re member Omaha. I have sung here before. But only 10 people came to hear me that time." The singer was John McCormack. " 1 1 - Emil Telipanyl, Hungarian violinist, another great artist, came to Omaha last week, and while he came to the finest theater, and had a scattered audience downstairs and In the bal cony, his experience was similar. He has also made appearances In many countries In Europe, eight recitals In Copenhagen, 11 concerts In Budapest, five sonata chamber music evenings in Budapest. He has played 13 times with orchestra under the direction x>f many of the lending musicians of Europe, among them Dohnanyl and Busoni. He has been engaged 32 times with musical societies. * Tt Is not exactly a crime to appear without the eupport of a local or ganization, or a vast amount of pub licity, but If one is not world famous or the possessor of a phonograph pub lic, It Is liable to be a box office tragedy. Touring la expensive and one cannot live on everything going out, not even an artist. On# might almost think It was a crime, though, the way a large major ity of those who are perfectly re ^ectable eoncert-goera In the straight and narrow path of an outlined course shun such an appearance I have even heard Ysaye and Oodowsky play at the Municipal auditorium to audiences which were absolutely lost In It. And most of these would not have been there had the artists been less famous But simply beoause they had not come as members of a course for which the support had been sought and paid In advance, or so loudly proclaimed locally that Interest was developed to such an extent as to overbalance Indifference. And the saddest part about the whole humorous affair la, that art has absolutely nothing to do with It. Many a mediocrity appears upon a concert course, while, as In the ease of Tel many!, a fine artist appears alone In more senses than one. Barnum estab lished a precedent. It Is a matter of the big bass drum. ' We would not have as many good concerts as we do now If groups of energetic women did not work for their support In advance. But they cannot sponsor all the good things. ■4 great many of the music lovers would have been glad to have at tended as fine a recital as the one Wednesday night If they had known about It. But they are used to the big noise, and unlesfc they are sought out by It and made to listen, they do not no tice a recital la going to happen, or If they do, and the artist Is not known In this part of the country they are wary, for mediocrities are legion, and the philosopher spoke truly who said “The worst enemy of the best Is the good.” But John McCormack w»i great, and It must be a great satisfaction to 10 people In Omaha to lean back In their chairs to any "I told you so.” Telmanyl is also great, and he Is bound to be recognized and acclaimed, once the people realize It. Tn fact, eome of those who love odious com parisons class him among the first eight violinists of the world, If not even higher. With his accompanist sick In Chi cago, the artlet was plucky to appear, depending upon finding a local ac companist. Mr. Bush did not receive the music until noon the day of the recital, and hie performance of It re flected the greatest credit to himself. Many of us would like to hear Tel manyl again properly sponsored. In the meantime, other artists, good and poor, will come and go. Some of them with, and some without the big bass drum, and the trustful public will react accordingly. It seems as If something ought to he done about It, so that the finest art and the biggest noise might always jibe. But this Is the day of the clever press agent, the smooth-tongued manager, and the big ^baas drum. The big bass drum keeps the time end marks the rhythm, and prepares us for the burst of music when the band begins to play. And the people follow the beat of the big bass drum. A A Miss Sophia NostI* Nalmska, pian ist, will replace Mme. Stadnlska at the benefit recital to be given at the First Presbyterian church Thursday eve, Jan. 11th. for the Westminster Pres byterian church fund. Miss Nalmska Is a native of Poland and came di rectly from Oracow, Poland, to Brow nell Hall, where she has been head of the piano department for the past nine years. Miss Nalmska was a pu pil of Leschetizky In Vienna and also assistant to Mme. Melville Llsznlew ska. Thursday evening she will play the first movement of the Liszt E flat concerto, accompanied at the or gan by Mrs. Zabriskle. The program: "Marche Herotque.Salnt-Raens Mra. Zabriskle "Coaeerte In O Minor”.Bruch Allegro Moderate Adagio "Blavanle Dance,” O Minor. . Dvorak-Krelster Allegretto . Boccherlnl-Kraleler "On Wings of Song”. .Mendelssohn-Achron "Serenada" . D'Ambroalo Miss Anderaon . Conearte tn E Flat.Llsat First Movement Mlee Nalmaka Oreheatrm Parte Played at th* Orgaa by Mra. Zabrlakle •‘Art* Deh Vlenl non Tardar”.Moiart from “The Marriage of Figaro” "Shepherd Thy Demeanor Vary”. . Old English "Phtllta Has Such Charming Graces”... ....,. Old English A Pastoral from th* Opara, "Roiallnda” . Varaclal A Mrs. Ames . Ars Marla”.Paoh-Gounod Mrs. Asa Mia* Anderaon. Miss Baa* lor. Mrs. Zabriskle _ - — <a>- ■ Ths Mends of Music will meet At the residence of Mrs. Joslyn. Wednes 4ey, January 11th, at 10 o'clock. when the following program will be given: Andante from 5th Symphony... Beethoven Mr. Ben Stanley Quarter Op. 75.Rasalnl Allegro Appaealonata, Andante con moto. Gavotte (Intermexxo) quael presto West String Quartet Basel* chi o pianxa tGiualdo).Handel Gavotte (anon).Baaeenet Mra. Mabel Allen Smatle Dorothy Morton Parke, accompanist Bohemian Dance. Kaesmayer Lullaby .. Petr Finale from American Quartet-Dvorak West String Quartet Reclt et Air Liexk l L'Enfant Prodirue) . Debussy Virgin's Slumber Song.Max Reger Dancing Girl.Hruno Hulun Mrs. Smalls Wedding -Chimes.Faulkes Fanfare In 1) flat.Dubois Mr. Stanley To Ring well demands something more than voice. Voice is esentlal and the degree of Its warmth and color and flexibility and power deter mines Its worth. But the singer who commands his auditors, who touches ths chord of their responsiveness, must possess' resources other than voice alone. The Binging talent and emotion are other requisites. Musical Intelligence Is yet another. So, too, la the capacity to enunciate distinctly the text—which Is the heart of the song because the story Is there. Paul Althouse has gained his pre eminent position among tenors be cause he is a singer with a voice— who sings. At the Metropolitan opera house he has proved for nine successive seasons that he deserves a place among the elect. On the con cert platform Mr. Althouse has dem onstrated again and again—year after year—that he Is an artist. Each new season finds this young Amer ican better equipped than the sea son before. Experience and Industry are mellowing hla dramatlo tenor voice and hla constantly broadening art. Mr. Althouse has progressed In his career because he was endowed with the essentials for achieving one which Is unique. He Is no less ef fective In song recital than as a dis tinguished soloist In any of ths numerous festivals for which bs Is annually engaged. Paul Athouee will appear at the Next Singer on the Business Woman’s List Omaha Auditorium on January 1C aa the third concert In the course be ing brought here by the business and profession woman's division of the Omaha Chamber of Commerce. ■ $ Edith Mason, who has met with euch pnenomenal success in leading operatic roles with the Chicago Opera association for the past two seasons In Chicago and New York will be heard here for the first time in re cital et the Etrandels theater under the auspices of the Tuesday Musical club on Wednesday evening, Janu ary 24. In private life Miss Mason Is Mrs. Otorglo Polacco, wife of the famous operatic conductor ahd principal con ductor of the Chicago Opera assocla tlon. This brilliant young soprano won her way to her present position first, because nature endowed her with a beautiful voice, brilliant, high, flexible and crystal clear; second, be cause Miss Mason had will and de termination. the requisite factors for success. To which must be added the compelling personality of a cosmo politan artist, who brings the bene fits of research and experience to her performances and her interpretation*. Miss Mason is one of the few operatic stars who Is equally as successful In recital as grand opera and her forthcoming appearance here will be looked forward to with great pleaa ure. Alfred Cortot, the great French pianist, is scheduled to play In Cedar Rapids, January 9. ——<$> Pupils from the closs of Louise Jan sen Wylie, bead of the vocal depart ment of the University of Omaha, will he presented In recital on Wednesday evening, January 10, at 8:15 at the University on Twenty-fourth and Pratt streets. The program will be given by the Misses Helen Arlander, *' •) Harsoh Marie Pellegrln, Ruth Wallace, Helen Rlekes, Alleen Chiles, Jeanette Cass, Mesdames Harland Mossman, R. Linn Welker, Inez Coats Utt, Walter O. Yale, Gertrude God man. assisted by ths Misses Mary Alice Klrtley and Ross Segal, pupils of Corlnne Paulson and the Girls’ Glee club of ths university under the direction of Dr. F. K. Krueger. Mre. Arthur Klopp at the piano. _A__ Henri Verbrugghen, who has been acting aa conductor of the Minneapolis symphony orchestra, has been en gaged as regular director on a three year contract. Mr. Verbrugghen took occasion to pay warm tribute to Mr. Oberhoffer for his work In building up so fine an orchestra. Film Fltuhes. Mary Miles Mlnter Is making her last picture for Paramount: "The Trail of the Lonesome Pine." And then will it be the trails of a lone some star? Or will the producers Just fall over each other In an effort to tie Mary up In another million dollar contract? Little Jackie Coogan lost a day In his work on his next picture, "Toby Tyler.” He spent the rest of the day at the hospital and all of It regretting his confidence In patting a strange dog. The latter didn’t realize the honor being paid and turned and bit the tiny hand of Jackie. Prisma, Incorporated, has just com pleted the Installation of new equip ment at Its Jersey City laboratory that Involves an expenditure of about $60,000 and that more than doubles Prizma’s capacity. This new ma chinery was mad* necessary by the steadily Increasing demand for color photography by the many producers who are now using It to give their pictures novel and artistic touches, and Is further evidence of the con fidence of Prlzma In the future of color motion photography, based on five years’ experience and study of Its logical place In the Industry. The Married Life of Helen and Warren Lost In the Mass of a London Fog Helen Has an Adventurous Night “Great guns, what a -night! Thick as peh soup!" muttered Warren, as they came out from the Alhambra In to the black shroud of a London fog. “No street lights? Are they all out?” dismayed Helen. “So thick you can’t see 'em.” Even the light-studded theater sign blurred only a few feet through the fog. The crowd surging out clamored for taxis. But the doorman shouted that ail surface traffic had been sus pended. This alarming announcement caused a concerted rush for the un derground—the Leicester Square sta tion close by. “We’ll have to walk. The tube won’t taks us much nearer the Metropole.” ’’It’s getting thicker every minute,” Helen clung to his arm. "Can't see a step before you.” “Good thing they stopped the traf fic—there’d be some nasty accidents.” Through the darkness tors A wom an’s cry. Its shrillness weirdly muf fled. Then shouts of “Stop thief!” In the excited Jostle of the crowd, a rush from behind pushed them apart. For a panicky moment Helen was alone. Then Warren’s tall form loom ed reassuringly Just ahead. “Oh.” as she caught his arm. ’’don’t let them push between us! I’d be terrifled If we got separated.” Drawing her closer, he steered her through the now thinning crowd. There was a shuddery eeriness about It all. The fog-muffled voices seemed curiously hushed and far away. “Are w# going right? Dear, you’re sure wo haven't turned off?” No answer. Only the tap «C his cane, exploring each step ahead of them. “Dear, do you know Just whsrs ws are?” worried by his silence. “We’rs' all right. You're safe with me!” The voice was not Warren's! In the fog she had taken the arm of a stranger! I Terror racing through her, she tried to draw away. “Now, girlie, don’t get frightened! Where d’you want to go?” “Hotel Metropole,” she faltered. “Right o. I’ll take you there. We’re steering for the Strand now. My word, you've got a flossy little hand! But you’re not very hefty, are you?” Stifling a scream, she tried to strug gle from his appraising hold. “Now don’t get flighty! I know a cozy place near here. We’ll get a drink—and wait for this to lift.” “No— no! I’ll And my way back alone.” “You’re coming along with me. We'll have a bit of supper." “Warren! Warren!" but her cry was futile in the sounddeadenlng fog. “Who's the Warren cove? I’ll take better care of you than he did. You won't get away from me so easy.” Drawing her on through the blind ing mist, they collided with a mall box. The cane knocked from his hand rattled to the pavement. As he stopped to pick It up, with a Jerk Helen freed her arm and plunged recklessly ahead. "No you don’t! You don't give be the slip like that!” He was almost upon her, when she turned sharply to the right, running against an iron railing. She had eluded hlml Hie angry shouts grew fainter. No, he had turned backl Stealthily, her heart in her throat, ahe felt along the railing to a gate. Pushing It open ahe groped her way down basement steps. Crouching against an Iron-barred door, ahe waited breathlessly until he Starts Today Performances 11, 1, 3, 5, 7 and 9 # A Superb Screen Gem in an Entirely New Setting “America’s Sweetheart” in her own brand new version of a world classic the whole world loves—the re-creation of a master piece. A picture that fascinates by its simplicity, captivates by jits beauty. I, “Anything worth doing over is worth doing twice as well.” And here’s the climax. PRICES Evenings, CAf Sunday Mal..OuC D,i|r Matinees. Children—I Be Not a Reissue— Not a Revival— The Only Mary at Her Superb Best leave up the search and passed on, his angry mutterings swallowed in the fog. Warren would be frantic! Somehow she must get back to the ^tel. There was no sound of passers-by, no one to whom she could call. The ominous hush grew terrifying. A faint whimper. Silence. Then again that pathetic whine. Never afraid of dogs, Helen whis tled and called softly. The next moment a shaggy Irish terrier was rubbing against her feet. "Poor doggie, you lost, too?" feeling the plate on his collar, which she could not rend. “You’d better stay with me—I'll send you home tomor row." Tying her long gloves together, shf knotted one end under his collar. The friendly companionship of the dog giving her courage, she startefl on. feeling inch step before her. Though she had lost all sense of di rection, she could not stand still. The strain of Inaction was unendurable. “Here Razz! Razz," the call came faintly through the fog. A Joyous yelp and an excited tujt at the improvised leash. “Razz! Razz! Where are you, ol(3 boy?” the muffled voice came nearer. The dog was gone, dragging wltfi him one of her gloves. "Now weil have to put your leash on," above the gleeful barka “Whatfs this tied to your collar? A glove? Somebody been trying to kidnap you?” , The voice was now receding. With a flash of courage Helen called ou|: "Walt Just a moment! I found th« dog—we were both lost. I’m trylra? to get to the Metropole. Can you tefa me where we are?” “This Is St. Martin’s lane, not far from Charing Cross,” his dark forfn mors distinct. "If you’ll permit mfc, I’ll be glad to help you find the wayj” "Oh, thank you," hie voice and own ership of the dog Inspired trust . As she stumbled over a curbstone, hs suggested that she take hla anfi. A swift upward glance at his facts, faintly lit by a glowing cigar, con firmed her confidence. “If you don’t mind, I’ll moka It give a Uttle light." "It’s terrifying—this fog! I’ve often beard of the London fogs—but I didn’t think they were ever as dense as this.” “They rarely are. I remember only one other—several years ago. I started for the Liberal club and found myself by the lions at Trafalgar square.” “That’a curious. In one of the mag azines there was a story of a girl lost In a fog who located her way by the Trafalgar square Hons.” "I read that! An army chap steers her to the hotel. By George It was the Metropole. too! That’s a coinci dence. Called ‘Love In a Fog.’ wasn't It?” "I’ve forgotten now," flushing at the subtle change In hiB attitude. Did he think ahe had deliberately brought up that story? “And the girl was an American, too!” he persisted. "We should've met In Trafalgar square and had the set ting complete." With flaming self-consciousness, Helen Ignored this swift progress. How could she says that she was Mrs. Curtis and that her husband, dee perately anxious, would be waiting at the MetropoleT She should have said that In the beginning. Now he thought she had been leading him on. "I'm glad I’m not disappointed.” as they passed under a blurred light. "In what?” not sensing the trap be fore the question escaped. "In you!” gazing down at her. "I’d like you to read that story again. If I can find it, I’ll send It to you tomor row." Here wan her ehanoe to say some thing about her husband, but as she groped for words, he took her silence for encouragement. "Razz deserves a medal for finding you. Ther's a discriminating dog!" "He's a dear," nervously. "All Irish terriers are.” "Oh. I say, don't limit that to Irish terriers.” Trying to convey reproof by her si lence, Helen drew slightly away. The fog was lifting. They could see the misty lights of Charing cross. "Here we are at the Grand Let’s go In the grill and have supper. I know It's jolly Informal,” Interrupting her quick protest, "but It’s only across the street from your hotel.” “Oh—I—I must get back quickly as I can. They'll be so worried.” She hated herself for the “they.” Why had she not said “my husband"? “But you’re going to let me see you again,” reluctantly he guided her across Northumberland avenue. . "Why I—we're staying In London only a few days.” "May I ’phons you In ths morning? Here's my card,” she felt him fumb ling in his pocket. “Won’t you give me yours?" Hastily Helen produced one from her purse. It was an easy way out of an awkward situation. After he left her. he would read “Mrs Warren H. Curtis." They ware at the Mstropole now. She recognized the portal lights, neb ulous arcs, not quite obliterated by the fog. "I—I don't know how to thank you,” she paused at ths steps. Then stoop ing to pot' ths dogs. “And If Razz hadn’t—” "Jovs, Kitten, I’v* been won-led!" Warren pounced upon her from the shadowy doorway. “Where In blazea have you been?" "Oh, It's been awful!” clinging to him. “I’d be lost yet If this gentle men hadn’t helped me.” Then turning, "I want to Introduce my husband, Mr. Curtis.” "Lawton’s my name,” briefly. “I was fortunate In happening along. I believe this la your glove. Mrs. Cur tis. Now you’re safe. I’ll say good night.” “Who’s that stiff?” demanded War ren, drawing her Into the glowing HEM HBORHOODTHEATERS HAMILTON - - 40th and Hamilton Jamaa Oliver Curwood’s “THE COLDEN SNARE” VICTORIA .... 24th and Fort THOS. MEIGHAN in “THE BACHELOR DADDY” HAROLD LLOYD In “LET’S GO” GRAND - - - - 10th and Blnney FLORENCE VIDOR In “WOMAN. WAKE UP” lobby. “How’d he get your glove?" "I'd tied It to the collar of his dog," hastily explaining the incident. “Huh, he didn't seem overjoyed at meeting me. Did he think you were unattached?” Then aa they entered the lift. "Good thing you turned up when you did—I was Just about to start something. How in thunder did we get separated?" "I thought I was with you—In the dark I walked on beside someone else," “Cold?" mistaking her shudder. “That fog’s wet as rain.” “Yes, I feel drenched," as they turned down the red-carpeted hall, “Better get your traps off and have something hot," unlocking their door. “How about a little supper up here? I could do with a sack myself." “That's the third Invitation to sup per I've had tonight,** laughed Helen a little hysterically, aa aha switched on the lights. "Eh? What’s thatr* sharply, throwing his hat and stick on the bed. “You needn’t worry! I didn’t ac cept the other two.” Then laughing at hla ecowl. “If I'm aver restless for an adventure—l‘!l know how to start ona. I’ll lust get lost la a London fog!" Next Week—The Penalty of Helen's Persistency. Copyright, tew. Buddy Messenger. with whom Broadway got acquainted as the boy In Booth TarUlngton’s "The Flirt,’’ wil be seen as a printer’s devil In the comedy drama of newspaper life, “A Front Page Story.’’ m Today We’re All Proud Week of This » ' He na» 2) What is \j^ Jazz Age? Marriage? Divorce Age? When Men Go Squandering? Women Wandering? We All Reach It. But When? And How? Think of that for the theme of a mighty photoplay! John M. Stahl mirrored many Urea in their weakness and strength when he made it. You’re drawn to his people—you sea someone yeas know. 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