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Once a year the Oakhurst elementary school put on a program by the pupils for the parents. This year Cathy was to sing in a girls' chorus and Jerry, one of a rhythm band, was to shake bells during the playing of "The Stars and Stripes Forever" by John Philip Sousa. Andy had an important part on the program. He was to speak a poem to introduce the play about Goldilocks.
This was to proclaim, as solemnly as could possibly be done, that he intended to be looked upon as a subject of the crown of Castille, to which henceforward he would consecrate his services and his whole life. This was a serious determination, as we can see, which no one blamed, and which even the most severe historians, such as Barros and Faria y Sousa, have excused.
When I explained that we did not have the music with us but would be glad to include it in the next programme, the President looked surprised and remarked: "Why, Sousa, I thought you could play anything. I'm sure you can; now give us the 'Cachuca." This placed me in a predicament, as I did not wish the President to believe that the band was not at all times able to respond to his wishes.
Bullfinch had put on the Sousa record. Jerry carefully pulled the cellar window shut and ran to the front door again. Again he pushed the bell. Again he listened. No footsteps coming toward the door. And the music had stopped. But Jerry had heard it. He knew he had heard it. Somebody must be there. Then why didn't somebody come to let him in? Giving up ringing the bell, Jerry knocked.
He expresses the inevitable foppery of the severest soldier, the tease and the taunt of the evolutions, the fierce wish that all this ploying and deploying were in the face of an actual enemy, the mania to reek upon a tangible foe all the joyous energy, the blood-thirst of the warrior. These things Sousa embodies in his music as no other music writer ever has.
There's another wonderful spot away to the south, near Sousa, where I have been. There is a stream called the Stanislas river. Up it I went, and then journeyed along one of its tributaries, the high banks of which are covered with trees, till I reached a broad valley. I could scarcely believe my eyes.
He is not to be judged by the piano versions of his works, because they are abominably thin and inadequate, and they are not klaviermässig. There should be a Liszt or a Taussig to transcribe him. When all's said and done, Sousa is the pulse of the nation, and in war of more inspiration and power to our armies than ten colonels with ten braw regiments behind them. Like Strauss', Mr.
Roosevelt, General Harrison, Admiral Schley, John Philip Sousa and other "eminent gentlemen." Edward Dyer, born in Washington, was the son of a marble cutter who "helped to erect the U. S. Treasury, Patent Office, and Capitol.... In the majority of his compositions there is a tinge of sadness which appeals to his auditors.... Mr.
"You don't know one note from another, my dear," said his wife. "I know the 'Washington Post." "And don't you call that American?" "Yes, if Sousa is an American name; I should have thought it was Portuguese." "Now that sounds a little too much like General Triscoe's pessimism," said Mrs.
On the nth, Don Joam de Sousa, the Queen's Vidor, came from her Majesty to us both to welcome us into the country. On the 13th, her Majesty sent her chief coach, accompanied by other coaches, to fetch my husband to the audience of her Majesty, where she received him very graciously; and the same day he had audience of Don Pedro, the King's brother, at his own palace.
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