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that of composer, and the wonder grows
how this tactful man of affairs has found
time in his busy life to augment his many
laurels by creditable productions in the do-
main of musical composition.
A GENTLEMAN of musical tastes and
** patriotic instincts writes to ask why
the states of the union should not have
state songs. "Yankee Doodle," he says,
"goes as a national air, but there is no
reason why each state should not have its
individual tune." This gentleman is mis-
taken ; he is off the key, so to speak. In
the first place, "Yankee Doodle" is not
recognized as the national air. Some
patriotic assemblages sing—or attempt to
sing—"America," a song with a tune
stolen (immediately) from "God Save the
King;" others murder "The Star Span-
gled Banner," others still attempt "Hail
Columbia," and in the northwest "The
Red, White and Blue " is the favorite.
"Yankee Doodle" isn't sung at all, except
by children. But the trouble with all these
songs is that no one seems to know all the
words, and few know the entire tunes.
That is the humiliating fact. The average
Fourth of July crowd will tackle "The
Star Spangled Banner " with patriotic fer-
vor, but by the time "the rocket's red
glare " is reached three-fourths of the sing-
ers will be silent and the remainder will
be trying to hum the air without singing
the words. State songs would only make
a bad matter worse. We don't know our
patriotic songs and we don't seem to care
to learn them.
sians, the "Poet of the Violin" and the
"Rubinstein of the Twentieth Century,"
accompanied by M. Aime Lachaume, the
eminent French pianist and ensemble play-
er, leave for San Francisco. There they
will give a great concert with orchestra,
Lachaume conducting, on Easter Monday,
April 16, and three recitals the same week
in San Francisco and Oakland, April 17,
18 and 20, respectively.
Mr. Thrane's representative, J. V. Gott-
schalk, is now in the far west, filling in
bookings for twenty or more concerts by
these two remarkable virtuosi who have
turned money away from Carnegie Hall
whenever they have appeared on the same
program this season; have created a sen-
sation, either alone or together when they
played in recital and with orchestra, by
their astonishing virtuosity, their scholarly
readings, their refinement, sincerity, re-
serve strength, and sound musicianship.
Yet the violinist and pianist are so totally
unlike in personality and temperament as
to make their artistic utterance varied and
intensely interesting when they are on the
same program.
It is not strange that artists of such dis-
tinction have commanded respect and com-
pelled enthusiastic admiration whenever
and wherever they have appeared. Press
and public alike have bowed to their re-
markable achievements, and their western
T H E musical supplement of this issue,-
* "Lasca," Danza Mexicana, is from
the pen of that distinguished cornet solo-
ist and composer, William Paris Chambers.
Like all of his efforts, it is a creditable
piece of writing which is winning deserved
popularity.
DETSCHNIKOFF and Hambourg are
*• going to the Pacific Coast for an ex-
tended tournee. The strongest and great-
est combination of instrumentalists that
has ever been sent out of New York, will
AIME LACHAUME.
tournee will without doubt be but a repeti-
tion of their Eastern triumphs, as that has,
in turn, succeeded the European victories
won and merited by both these really re-
markable young men.
j*
ALEXANDRE PETSCHNIKOFF.
be started this month under direction of
Victor Thrane, when the two great Rus-
MARK HAMBOURG.
we read in a French contemporary of
the establishment of a society called the
Fanfare Cycle, forty in number, all of
whom, when taking their rides abroad, per-
form simultaneously on the cornet. Quite
recently, on returning from a long excur-
sion in the country, they dashed through
a sleepy little village before the inhabi-
tants had time to realize the nature of the
visitation, and in consequence are said to
have mistaken the electrifying sound of
the forty cornets for the momentous blast
of the last trumpet. We cannot say that
the prospect of the importation of the
cycling cornet player fills us with rapture,
especially as he is, in all probability, only
the precursor of the cycling organ or mu-
sic box grinder. Within certain limits,
however, the system might have its ad-
vantages. For example, we can well
imagine that the weary record-breaker,
condemned by the perverse spirit of emu-
lation to his dreary twenty-four-hour task,
might from time to time stimulate his
jaded limbs to fresh activity by turning
on a tune on his own machine. But we
trust that at all hazards our country roads,
already desecrated by so much that af-
fronts the eye in the way of advertising
signs, may be spared the further auricular
atrocity of the cornet-playing cyclist.
A N ancient philosopher once observed
** that the face of the earth was changed
on the day that the wheel was invented,
and certainly the dominion of that mode of JU\ ME. MARIAN VAN DUYN, the cel-
locomotion was never more paramount— * " *• ebrated contralto, scored a tremen-
indeed, one might say tyrannical—than at dous success on her recent appearance
the present day. A young and uncultured with the Gounod Society in New Haven
athlete is reported to have asked whether when Mendelssohn's "Elijah" was given
the Wagner cycle was a good roadster, and under the direction of Emilio Agramonte.
then, of course, there is the story of the The other soloists were Evan Williams,
young lady, who, when asked if she was tenor; David Bispham, bass, and Miss
interested in the Psychical Society, replied Jenny Corea and Mrs. S. S. Thompson,
that her brother sometimes let her go out sopranos. Speaking of Mme. Van Duyn,
on his machine. With regard to music, the New Haven Register says: "Her voice
however, apart from the equivocal use of is of delightful quality, and she made a
the term cycle, the connection between favorable impression. Her singing of
wheeling and harmony is, undoubtedly, 'Woe Unto Him' was appealing in its ten-
on the road to becoming more intimate, derness and unaffected style. Equally
though whether this is a good thing for good was the familiar 'Oh, Rest in the
music is quite another matter. Cycling Lord.' Her voice is well toned and uni-
clubs have long had their buglers, but now form throughout its entire compass, and in