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STORY ABOUT A WOMAN :
There is a woman who has become famous for her magnificent
voice, who has become beloved because fame nor money have im
paired her loyalty to her home and children, eleven in number.
Unfortunately the man who has missed a chance to sit with
his whole soul stirred by that glorious voice, his heart filledto over
flowing with knowledge that greater than the talented singer, mord
worshipful than the public idol, this woman is the loving mother.
"Ach, Mein Sohn!" "O, my Son!" Have you heard it? Have you'
heard that cry of. the mother-heart, pouring in German melody,
through the great auditorium, making thousands eager to rush
upon the stage to tell that grand singer and grander mother that
they love her? ,
The other day, this great artist visited Denver. She heard that
the city had given a free concert to the people on a Sunday. "Splen-
did !" she cried. "Had I known in time, I should have asked to be '
permitted to sing."
She went to the Denver auditorium to sing for the people who
have no $5 for reserved seats, no 50 cents for upper balcony "benches.
As she entered the building, she passed through a crowd of nearly
10,000 people hundreds of men who had never heard Teal music,
hundreds of pale-faced, plainly dressed women who had songs in
their hearts that were never sung, old, old, unsatisfied longings for
just a taste of the divinest of arts, cravings for the inspiration of
In the lobby she saw row after row of baby carriages! Then
the soul of Schumann-Heink burst forth with, "Ah, this is fine!
They bring the little ones. I must sing my best." And to the 12,
000 music-hungry ones who jammed into that hall she brought the
joys of heaven with her glorious voice.
What is this talent possessed by such as Schumann-Heink,
Patti, Tetrazzinni, Caruso, Paderewski, and others of the great
fingers and musicians? j
It is a gift of God. It is given to very, vety few. It is like the
sun, the rain, the earth that produces, the waters that quench thirst
1 intended for the joy and uplift of all.
But they hide it under a bushel under the bushel of avarice and
ambition. They make it a thing of barter and sale. It is sun that
shines on exclusive spots. It is rain that pours its sympathy on
"exclusive sets. It is soil that produces for the limited few. It is
drink for the thirsty who have the price. J ,,
' They devote this gift of God to gain of money all, save a few,
like Schumann-Heink. God bless her! she sings for the mothers
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