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Ten and Picture Pointers
Aurim ih ir1i(1 fratlval of the
T I spring time, the fiMt of the
I rrnrrc'tlon. liaH come ngain. und
mankind, whether devout or no,
Christian or pagan, fce'.s 111; Im
pulse, the uplift of nature' new l?r. and
wcYomea tho day accordingly. It I" ths
Joyous fenst of the church, for It typ ti
tin- foundation on which tho fal'h of the
In -never is am i, the lire everlasting. Next
Kunday all over the world churches wl.l
ring with Rind anthems of praise nrrt re
joicing for Mi triumph of life over death,
for the victory of hope over the crave, nrd
mankind. Imitating nature, will cone forth
dirked In new garments and bravely show
the Joy thut exists becimsn of the birth of
a new aeiaon of seed time, and Ha promise
of hitrveat. Old and young alike share In
this sentiment, and the rp'rit of the day
la as potent for the ttne hm for the other.
The dlapluy of flowers und the pnrart.' of
fashion la but an expression of the general
rejoicing thut uecompunles the day, nil
ore moat approprlute.
Modern methoda In railroading are all
In the direction of lessening the danger
of wrecks, but the ureal fact remains .that
the way to eliminate the human factor
of the problem ha not yet been discovered.
Men will make mistakes, and mlaluken
often reault In mishaps. And. aa the equip
ment of the rullroad la now on a wale
that la really piguntlc, so the damage
thnt results when a wreck occurs la likely
to be huge. The pictures on another page
were made of the wreckugn of two freight
trains thut met In the yards ut Crete,
Neb., recently. They show better than
words can tell how the great engines are
twisted and battered, and how the biff
freight curs are knocked to splinters by
the Impact. Fire broke out directly Hfter
the crash, and for some little time the
volunteer lire department of Crete hud Its
hands full, but Ulna, the flames.
Wnce Ihe muttering in tho far eist
begun to take on the ominous turn that has
eventuated Into a wnr. The Tee has he-n
publishing each week pfl tines of the p op'e
nml country In which the conflict la luff
ing. These pictures hnve been accompanied
by special artlclea. written by men fam I hp
with the country, so that they have ben
most useful. A new arrangement liaa now
been made and hereafter pictures of ar'ual
Scenes of the warfare will be printed. Thla
Is by reason of an arrangement with Col.
Iter's Weekly.' whereby the readers of Tho
Hee will be given the benefit of the enter
prise of that great weekly and Ita full staff '
of experts now at the scene of hoat'lttlrs
I.n.t week some very excellent pictures of
the scenes at Toklo on the occasion of the
mobilisation of the mikndo'a army were
given. Thla week the pictures are som
takin at Chemulpo on the day the Jap:inesa
fleet attacked and sunk a Ruaslin cruiser
and transport. These are the first of the
genuine pictures of the war to be puh'lahed
In America.
Seven Hells Not Struck
The method of signaling the passing of
the hours at sea is well known to tvery
person who haa taken an ocean vovuge.
Klght bella are struck every four hours,
an additional bell being struck for tach
half-hour.
From 6 to 8 In the evening Is the second
dug watch, but on British ships seven bella
(7 30) of the second do? watch ore n. ver
struck. AH other ships, even the Ameri
can, strike these bells.
lurlng the Napolconlo wan there win a
great mutiny In the Hrltlsh navy. The
crews of the Meets lying at Spllhcad and
the Nore agreed to rise simultaneously
agalnat their officers. The signal agreed
upon was seve.i bells of the aeiond drg
wutch. The mutiny actually began at the
arranged time, but failed, the ringleaders
being executed. Kver since then seven
bells of the second dug watch has nvar
. been struck on British ships, naval or mer
cantile. A Bachelor's Reflections
When a man gels married it is like Min
ing u note to pay Interest all the rest of his
life.
It Is a great disappointment to a woman
who gets married not tc have a secret Buf
fering that would go well In a novel.
A girl plans ahead for the time when she
will have ti figure Ihe way a man dors
when he will cash In endowment Insurance.
A man might as well know how to play
the fiddle us not to make a bluff at being a
hero before the woman h woiibi to love
aim. -New York Prtus,
The Art of Song, Yesterday
HRV lOl'S to her departure from
the I'nlted States Adellna I'atU
expressed her opinions on the
popularity of the ballad and on
the art of song In the following
revised interview in the New York lnde
h intent:
The whole scene rises before me now, as
cliurly aa It stood out when I was the little
the very little child, alternately rigid and
quivering with my first stage fright, thut
anxious dismay which, In nil the years that
hnve panned since then, haa never once
failed to lie in wall for me us I went out
upon the stage.
They charged 50 cents for the tickets,
small, red c.-.rda, wl Ich, before the dour
keeper received the lu.st of them, had ad
mitted thousands of mus lovers to the old
MetrNilitan hall in New York. How vast,
und how distinguished, that first audienei
my first audience seemed to my childish
eyes: When I came out to sing, there was
not enough of me to be discerned upon the
broad stage; so a table, that had lx-cn
brought from the wings, served for tiny
Adelina's pedestal of song, liaised lor the
moment in spirit, us well as height, the
needful bravery flowed In upon me; und I
sang with all my heart sang "Casta Divu,"
fiom "Norma." until, at the end, the great
throng seemed to so mad in Its applause.
They cnll it out to me; they :. touted to me,
i. ltd the women, in their enthusiasm, began
to come to the stage to give me the Jewels
they wore. Mow they sparkled, and how
Adellna, half distracted by the glittering,
proffered v nis, forsook her pedestal und
gathered u; her sudden riches, her baby
hands at Lot overflowing with rings and
brooches.
1 kept them all; and I kept, too, a hand
ful of the small red ticket, which are
among the treasures of my home. When,
in later concerts, more Jewels und trinkets
were poured upon me, 1 scarcely cari-d for
them. I whs already wealthy in gems und
guld beyond the dreams of a child, or even
the needs of a woman.
It wus very eaay to spoil . me. Indeed,
what child would not have been spoiled
who, with the admiration of multitude
dinning In her our, believed her voice was
Inexhaustible, 1 1 ml liens in Its power und
Its range. The Puttt of the later years owes
all that ahe became to her father und to
her teacher. The most familiar question I
hear today from women who ure Interested
in my singing, or who have daughters of
whose voices they ure proud, is: "Madame
Putti, how high do you sing?" Aa If the
altitude of the note that could be reached
were the be all and end nil In the art of
music; as if the human voice, which comes
from the living throat, were the product
of some machine, whose limit need only be
tho Infinite number of vibrations at which
sound becomes Inaudible to the human ear.
1 never sing higher than L; throughout
this tour the highest note I have habitually
sung Is C. Hecuuse of my moderation be
cause of my moderation alone I have been
nble to preserve in all Its fullness und Its
' roundness the middle register, which is the
bone und sinew, the heart und the very
se'ul, of the singer's artistic power. So
many wrecks 1 have seen, so many promise
of grandeur unfulfilled, so mufty reaJlxa
tions of grandeur miserably abandoned.
And all becuuse the singers were eager to
be misled by the popular cry for something
over which it ahull wonder instead of those
true things of the singer's art, through
which it shall feel and thrill and live. Yet
it is uo natural for her who has the
strength inborn to rejoice In its exercise.
As the child, I felt that high C wus far
below my compass; und I tried my strength,
more und more freely, more and more con
fidently. At length, hi one glorious hour,
with the chill Intoxication upon me of the
lofty heights of "Sonnunibula." I soured to
V, ubove the high C, for which the muatc,
as written, calls. I was above the clouds
In the pride of my achievement. And there
my father found me, as he hurried in upon
me, his face both anxious and angry, with
rebuke within his eyes such ns he reserved
for the mure heinous of my sins.
"Adellnu," he exclaimed, with his utmost
sternness, "If I heur you slug thut note
aalu 1 will'nevcr speak to you."
"Oh. father," 1 rejoined, wholly una
bashed, "that F Is very easy for me."
"Remember," he auld, solemnly, "that F,
for which you try ao hard und make so
little of when you have reached it, is the
enemy that lies In wait for ull the beauty
of your voice. Ring F ubove and your
father tella you that you will become mute
below."
Hut Adellna, lth the sublime Imperti
nence of childhood, knew more than Ade
lina's father. She sang F ubove to her
heart's content, until, suddenly, her voice
In the middle register wus vanishing.
Ah, then, there was catastrophe and
gloom. Heboid. Adellna In terror moat pro
foundafraid, us for her very life; pitifully
wondering whether there could ever be a
resurrection ; for fifteen long and dreary
days a silent thing uixin the glad earth's
face. Very humble she was, and docile und
obedient, when her father, reluctantly re
lenting, permitted hor to sing again among
the detipised lower notes. The Kbsou, which
was learned then, was learned for ull the
singer's life.
The fond, firm care of my father was sys-tctnatlr-Uly
observed by the teacher to
Whom 1 owe all the skill thut I possess,
l'euple have said that Brakosch was my
teacher. He never was. He tuught tne a,
few operas and a few ballads; that was ull.
My first teacher, my only teacher, was my
half brother, Kttore Harlli. It was he who
saved my voice. He never forced It; he
never permitted me to strain It. And yet he
taught nie all that could Ik? learned in the
Italian rchool of singing. Today, no teacher
of the true Italian school lives except one
man. 11c Is Alfredo Harill, the son of
Kttore, to whom his father bequeathed all
his great wealth of knowledge. He is
teaching now In Atlanta, Ga.; but, If I can
Induce him to come to lndon, Knglurid and
Kuropo will gain what America must lose,
If then- is ever to tie a renaissance of the
perfect Italian art. Today, he' alone can
teach It; I'attl alone can sing It. liut. In
those other days, it wa the style of Mall
bran, Grlsi, Mario, Uoaiu, Kressoiini of ail
the host of famous singers whose inimitable
technique echoes, faintly and sweetly. In
the memories of the old.
They were great singers, then grrat In
spirit u well as In their gifts and in their
art. ll is pleasant now to think of thoso
living Miigers who. in tneir regard ot othe:s,
perpetuate the Hue traditions. No cue then
who luid uttain.d to fame would linJ a
word to say that was nut kind und, often,
more than generous. Among them all, one
ot the loveliest natures was thut of Jenny
Und. Her whole life through, she was the
same sweet, enthusiastic soul. Every year,
for very many years, 1 have sung in Covent
Uuiueti; it la one of the delights of my life.
Only u little while before bhu died, while
1 was Kinging In opera at Covent CS;irdcn,
Sir Arthur Sullivan saw Jenny Und in one
of the boxes. He hastened to her, and his
first word wus:
"Se you've come uii the way from Mal
vern to hear Haiti tonight?"
"1 wouldu't miss her," she answered.
"Hut," rejoined Hullivun, teaming, "Uo you
not tlunk Nutuon tine?"
"Oil," was her reply, "Nllsson Is a won
deriul singer, but, lor me, there la on:y
one Niagara Fulls; and there la only one
I'utti."
And, a moment later, Sir Arthur was a(
my side, eager as a boy to tell me of the
charming inutile of Jenny Und.
The singer who preserves und cherishes
tenderly the best thoughts und the best
impulses is the singer who is most near
to the hearts of n.eu und women. W hy, if
1 glance buck over my career, it seems to
me that, all my life, X huve. been singing
ballaua those Mon-a of the people whicti,
because melody and woidi have been purely
wedued in some deep, strong, enduring
euunieut or paaHion of humanity, remain
ever certain to luid their way lo the depths
ot the people s soul. My ilrst fame came
lo me with the singing of "Home, Sweet
Home," "Coming ihro' the Kye," "The
laast Kose ot buiiiaier" and "Wilhln a
Mile." 1 huve been laithful to them, as
the Kugiish speaking worn! has Lk'cii faith
ful. Now, wherever 1 go the requests that
pour in by letter or by word of mouth ure
never for a cuvaiinu; they are always a
plea lor the old, dear songf, like "Kathleen
Mavourneeu," "The Labi Koac of Summer"
and "Home, tiweet Home," which huve.
lingered through the years In the affections
until the limbic, lovely as it is, is beautiued
Willi the tender, lambent lutlo of Bome be
loved past.
Thty aro sonars that have reinulod ever
ucar to me. Vet, once, 1 sought to forsake
the loveliest among them all "Home, Sweet
Home." My critics of the press told me,
and the world, that 1 was forever singing
thut hackneyed uir. Kvery concert at
which Pulti was heard meant the Inevitable
"Home, Sweet Home;" it seented they dis
approved, and ttiey lold the public and the
ainger that the public disapproved. .1 made
a grand lesoive. 1 would refrain from
singing "Hume, Sweet Home," and 1 would
give iny audiences, in its stead, Cuniiug
Thro' the Kye." Firm in the resolve, 1
came upon the stage; and 1 aang, for the
last of the encores, "Coming Thru' the Rye'
with ull the expression It lay within my
power to give. And then the tumult! The
entire audience, with one acclaim, de
manded "Home, Bwcet Home." I resisted;
1 refused; 1 prepared to depurt. Hut the
audience never gave one sign of wavering,
or of leu trig tne hall, until it should bear
me sing the sung that told of its dearest
thing. I had to give way; und never again
did 1 dream of forsaking the most loved
of Knglisli baiads.
When I begun lo slug, the ballad was the
choice and the right of all the great sing
ers. From Jciiuy Littd, throughout the pro
fession, there was no one wlione supreme
test of fjcling und expiration was not
acknowledged to be some of the people's
songs. The popularity of the ballad iu the
I'nlted Slates may have waaed for many
years, as It has recently grow.) large again;
but in Kngland It haa never changed, tut
never lessened. The really good English
and Today
aiiiKer8 are heard, apart from their share
in oratorio, only in ballads at the great
roncerts; and Just at present the popular
taste for the ballad is more pronounced in
Kngland than ever before.
The truth Is that the whole world loves
those sweet und simple songs, and every
nation has some one melody which is as
priceless to its heurt as the notes are fa
miliar to the eur. When In frozen Russia
1 used to sing Hossignol," the people
fairly went mad. Oh, those Kusaiana! They
would rip the tropic of Capricorn off the
earth und fling It to you for a belt. Never
have I seen such lovers of music aa Russia
holds. I sang there for niuo long seasons,
nnd I remember very well Governor Curtin
of Pennsylvania as our minister. She who
was admitted to be the great singer was
the guest of honor at the court. Alexander
II., to whom I am Indebted for the highest
order of merit In Kus-vta, joined with his
wile In the most gracious hospitality.
When my hours had been sung I must
always go to the box occupied by the
czarina, and sliare with her the tea she
brewed In the samovar, which was there
for her service. And the people one mar
veled how they could And the wealth they
were so eager to saorilUe for music. On
the occa.-dou of my benelit every season
1 have stood ankle deep in (lowers that
were Hung, not by the rich, but by the
poor, hungry students; und that at a time
of the year when a rosebud, tied to a simple
fern leuf, cost J1.25 at the florist's.
With the Russians, the love, or, to speak
accurately, the passion for music, Is not
with the rich alone nor with the poor alone.
It Is in the pulse of the whole people. I
remember tho generals General Tolstoy,
General Zimmerman, Prince Oldenburg
Scores of such distinguished veterans who
made it their custom to await my arrival,
after the opera at the time of my benefit,
at the Hotel Deniouth. Backed by an
avenue of flowers on either side of tho
staircase, they formed In line, old soldiers
on parade, facing the diva with the same
standi front and kindling eye with which
they had faced their country's foes. No
sooner had I alighted from my carriage
than my guard of honor seized ine and
raised me aloft, bearing me proudly on
their arms up the broad stair of the hotel,
those who had missed the glory of the
burden crowding close, merely to touch the
hem of the singer's skirt. And all the while
my husband would stand awaiting me, in
mortal terror of some harm, and crying
out:
"Don't you break her, gentlemen! Don't
break hert"
Apart from the ballads, the music I sang
then is, as a rule, the Italian music I sing
now. But my heart is given over almost
completely to Wagner. Wagner's music la
my second religion, as Italian music was
my first. Iiinds and seas are no bar be
tween the beauties of my religion and their
faithful devotee. I go to Haircut h. I go to
Munich, I go wherever the marvelous
cycle Is given, whenever It is given. I
love it; I love It. And yet I do n it sing it;
the music of Wagner is too great a strain
upon the voice,
I have not lost my affection for Italian
music, but in jny affections it has lost the
first place. I would go any distance to
hear Wagner; but whether or not I wouM
go to hear Italian music would depend often
upon the quality of Its Interpretation. One
can usually hear Wagner well interpreted,
but it is the perfect ensemble which an
Italian opera of the first class immutably
demands. It one hear an Italian opera now,
she may have the opportunity of listening
to one good singer, or, perhaps, two. And
the Italian opera of the first clans demands
not only that all shall be good singers, but
that all shall comprehend both their re
lations to the orchestra and their relations
to one another. A single weakness makes
the crumpled rose leaf, and all charm of
enjoyment vanishes from the delicious
dream. The world docs not hold today the
singers who can Interpret the beauties of
Italian opera But with Wagner individual
singers suffice, and if one understand the
infinite and varied beauties of the har
monies and the plan whereon the master
framed them, the. music of Wagner re
mains a perennial Joy.
Neither of the two orders of music has
helped the other. I can scarcely believe
thnt any one has learned to appreciate
Italian music ta tter than he did by reason
of a true understanding of the mimic of
Wagner. I do not speak of those who
merely profess to admire or to understand
Wagner those who feel that it is necessary
to dit'hire a liking for something which
cognoscenti inuorse; poseurs surn as they
must be beyond the pale of recognition.
P-ut even for the genuine, the intholic Iwver
of music, there serins to be a line of de
marcation drawn letwetn Wagner music
and Italian music which, while it pennit
him to enjoy both, docs not enable him to
enhance the enjoyment of one through his
comprehension of the other. Another uxi m
may la-long to other arts; but. In music, I
find tliis oiif aM'lies to others as strictly
as It applies to nie.
