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Guthrie Music Festival

Submitted by: Angela Loy

Guthrie Music Festival
Given by:
Guthrie Choral Society

May 11th & 12th

To Be Held In The
New Masonic Cathedral

Calendar of the Festival
May 11th and 12th
Thursday afternoon May 11th at 2:30
Program By
Chorus of 400 School Children especially trained by Mrs. Adelle Heck
Mrs. W. F. Bickford, Soprano.
Mrs. C. A. Griffith, Contralto.
Mr. Cecil Williams, Tenor.
Mr. Carl Taggart, Bartitone.
High School Orchestra.
Thursday Evening at 8:15
The Holy City, by Gaul.
Given by Choral Society with Orchestra.
Friday Afternoon, May 12, at 2:30
Margery Maxwell, Soprano.
Edna Swanson Vera Haar, Costralto.
James Hamilton, Tenor.
Louis Kreidler, Baritone.
Friday Evening, at 8:15
The Rose Maiden by Frederic H. Cowen, A Springtime Contats.
Given by Choral Society with Orchestra

Guthrie Choral Society
Festival Organization
Robert Schiberg, President          F. E. Cullison, Vice-President.
Mrs. Ray I. Davis, Secretary-Treasurer.
Robert Schiberg, President.
Frank McGuire.
Fred Green.
Mrs. L. I. Beland.
Mrs. Ray I. Davis, Secty-Treas.
Fred Lintz.
F. E. Cullison, Vice-Pres.
Fred Lintz.
F. H. McGuire
F. E. Cullison
Ed Walton
Frank Dale
L. G. Niblack
Robert Schiberg.
D. D. Duakin.
E. M. Stanfield
M. V. Haws
Fred Scehl
R. A. Hallenback.
B. R. Merten
Henry Derwin
Robert Schiberg.
Dr. C. E. Hill.
Carl Taggart.
R. W. Merten
Cecil Williams
Mrs. Adelie Kock
Prof. W. A. Green
Mrs. John Duke
Rev. Thompson
Robert Schiberg.
Mrs. Derwin
Mrs. F. E. Wilber
Robert Sohlberg
Mrs. Fred Deselms
Chalmers Giffin
Mrs. J. W. Bickell
Mrs. H. W. Gross
Mrs. F. H. McGuire
Dick Barrier
Mildred Davis
Rev. Lehew
Dan Williams     Marley Smith     Paul Carey
                                                        J. W. Bickell

History and Purpose Of the Society
The Guthrie Choral Society is the natural outgrowth of an interest in Music that has characterized the city since the pioneer days.
Gifted always with a wealth of individual talent, and a citizenship of artistic taste and temperament, Guthrie has developed in Music, as in other things, until today we see the power of our musical growth in the Guthrie Choral Society.
The first meeting of the society was held in the Guthrie Theatre on October Eleventh, Nineteen Twenty-One, when with the able assistance of Mr. H. D. Schubert of the National Community Service, Incorporated, of New York, a permanent organization was effected, and plans made for weekly rehearsals, and for the present Musical Festival.
The Guthrie Choral Society aims to uphold the Musical aditions of Guthrie and Logan County, and to raise the standard of Music in the community to the highest possible level.
In this worthy effort it solicits the cooperation of every lover of Good Music.

Thursday Afternoon, 2:30
"Hail to America".................By Guthrie Junior Chorus
"The Beautiful Danube"........By Guthrie Junior Chorus
Violin Solo............................Miss Helen Collins.
Vocal Solo............................Mr. Carl Taggart.
Quartette -- Selected:
Mr. Cecil Williams, Carl Taggart, Mrs. W. F. Bickford, Mrs. Fern Miles Griffith.
Vocal Solo............................ Cecil Williams.
High School Orchestra:
1. March Militarie                                   Schubert
2. Andante from Surprise Symphony.     Haydn.
3. Life a Dream.                                      Ellenberg.
4. Wedding of the Winds.                        Rolfe.
(Program subject to change)

R. W. Merten
Musical Director

Thursday Eve 8-15
The Holy City
An Oratorio
By A. B. Gaul
Given by the Guthrie Choral Society, with orchestra accompanyment, on Thursday evening, May the 11th. R. W. Merten, Director.
Mrs. W. F. Bickford, Soprano          Mr. Cecil Williams, Tenor.
Mrs. C. A. Griffith, Contralto.          Mr. Carl Taggart, Baritone.
The Holy City.
The first part of "The Holy City" was suggested by the passage of scripture, "Here have we no continuting city, "Thy Kingdom Come," and sets forth the desire for a higher life, as expressed in the words, "My Soul is Athirst for God," which desire is followed by other passages expressive of the perfection of the higher life, such as "Eye hath not seen."
The second part was suggested by the words, "I saw a new heaven and a new earth, for the first heaven and the first earth were passed away," thus realizing the desire and promise contained in the first part.
With the exception of two hymns, a verse from Milton and three verses from the Te Deum, the words are entirely scriptural.

No. 1 - INTRODUCTION - Orchestra.
No shadows younder? All light and song!
Each day I wonder, And say, "How long
Shall time me sunder From that dear throng!"
No weeping younder! All fled away!
While here I wander Each weary day.
And sigh as I ponder my long, long stay.
No parting younder! Time and space never
Again shall sunder. Hearts cannot sever;
Dearer and fonder, Hands clasp forever.
None wanting yonder! Bought by the Lamb,
All gathered under the evergreen palm;
Loud as night's thunder Assends the glad psalm.
No. 3 - AIR.-Tenor.
My soul is athirst, yea, even for the living God: when shall I come to appear before the presence of God?
My tears have been my meat day and night, while they daily say unto me. Where is now thy God?          Ps. xiii. 2. 3.
O bring Thou me out of my trouble.          Ps. xxv. 17.
No.4 - TRIO.
It shall come to pass that at eventide it shall be light.          Zach. xiv. 7.
And sorrow and sighing shall be no more.          Isa. xxxv. 10.
For the former things have passed away.          Rev. xxi. 4.
No. 5.-CHORUS.
They that sow in tears shall reap in joy; he that now goeth weeping shall come again rejoicing.          Ps. cxxvi. 6. 7.

For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, but whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
For God sent not His Son into the world to condemn the world: but thatthe world, through Him might be saved.
St. John III. 16. 17.
God is love.
1. John iv. 8.
Eye hath not seen, ear hath not heard, neither have entered into the heart of man the things which God hath prepared for them that love Him.
I. Cor. II. 9.
For He hath prepared for them a city, whose builder and maker is God.
Heb. xi. 18.
Therefore fear lest any come short of it.
Heb. iv. 9. 1.
--CHORUS.--Treble and Alto Voices.
For thee, O dear, dear county, mine eyes their vigils keep;
For very love, beholding thy happy name, they weep.
The mention of they glory is unetion to the breast.
And medicine in sickness, and love and life and rest.
Tenor and Base Voices.
O one, O only mansion! O Paradise of joy!
Where tears are ever bannished, and smiles have no alley;
The Lamb is all thy splendour, the Crucified thy praise.
His hand and benediction thy ransomed people raise.
Full Choir.
With jasper glow thy bulwarks, thy streets with emeralda blaze,
The sardius and the topaz unite in thee their rays;
Thine ageless walls are bonded with amethyst unpriced;
The saints build up its fabric, and the corner-stone is Christ.     Ne?le.
Thine is the Kingdom, forever and ever.    Matt. vi. 13.
I have looked for thee that I might behold Thy power and glory.     Ps. ixii. 3.
Thus saith the Lord, Behold, I create new heavens and a new earth; and the former shall not be remembered nor come into mind. But be ye glad and rejoice forever in that which I create: for, behold, I created Jerusalem a rejoiceing, and her people a joy.     Isa. ixv. 17. 18.
And I saw a new heaven and a new earth: for the first heaven and earth were passed away. And I saw the Holy City, New Jerusalem.     Rev. xxi. 1. 2.
CHORUS, very softly.
Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord of Hosts.
And I heard a great voice out of Heaven saying, Behold the tabernacle of God is within men, and He will dwell with them, and they shall be His people, and God shall be with them, and be their God. And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, nor any more sin; for the former things have passed away.     Rev. xxi. 3. 4.

CHROUS.--very softly.
Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord of Hosts.
I saw the Lord sitting upon a throne, high and lifted up, and His train filled temple. Above it stood the Seraphim, and one cried unto another, and said, Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord of Hosts.     Isa. vi. 1. 3. 2.
No. 11a.--CHORUS--For double choir.
Let the heavens rejoice, and let the earth be glad!
Let the sea make a noise, and all that there in is!     ps. xcvi. 11.
No. 11b.--AIR--Tenor.
To the Lord our God belong mercies and forgiveness.     Dan. ix. 9.
For like as a father pitteth his children, even so is the Lord merciful to them that fear him.     Ps. ciii. 13.
No. 12a.--AIR--Contralto.
Then shall the King say, Come, ye blessed of my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world.     Matt. xxv. 34.
For it is your Father's good pleasure to give you the kingdom.     Luke. xii. 3.
No. 12b.--CHORUS.
The fining pot is for silver, and the furnace for gold: but the Lord trieth the hearts.     Prov. xxii. 3.
No. 13--AIR.--Soprano
These are they which came out of great tribulation, and have washed their robes, and made them white in the blood of the Lamb: therefore are they before the throne of God, and serve him day and night in His temple.     Rev. vii. 14. 15.
And they shall shine as the brightness of the armament, and as the stars for ever, and ever.     Dan. xii. 16. 15.
No. 14--DUET.--Soprano and Alto.
They shall hunger no more, neither thirst any more; neither shall the sun light on them, nor any heat.
And He that sitteth on the throne shall dwell among them.     Rev. vii. 16. 15.
No. 15--QUARTET AND CHORUS--Treble and Contralto Voices.
List! the cherubio host in thousand choirs
Touch their immortal harpe of golden wires,
With those just spirits who wear victorious palms
Singing everlastingly devout and holy psalms.      --Milton.
An I heard the voice of harpers harping with their harps; and they sung as it were a new song before the throne; and no man could learn that song but they which were redeemed.     Rev. xiv. 2. 3.
No. 16.--CHORUS.
Great and marvelous are Thy works, Lord God Almighty; just and true are Thy ways, thou King of Saints!     Rev. xv. 3.
To Thee all angels cry aloud, the Heavens and all the Powers therein. To Thee Cherubim and Seraphim continually, do cry Holy, holy, holy is the Lord of Hosts.     To Deuim.
Before the mountains were brought forth, or the earth and the world were made, Thour art from everlasting.     Ps xc. 2.
Allelula!   Amen.

Given at
in the


Metropolitan Opera Company
Chicago Opera Association

A maid more beautiful than May:
     She slept upon the forest strand--
Fair as an angel's self she lay,
     Holding a rosebud in her hand.
The rose-red mist of morning broke
O'er the gray vale, and she awoke.
SOLO. (Soprano.)
Rosebloom.--Bloom on, bloom on, my Roses.
               More brightly than before;
          For unto you, my Roses,
               Return I never more.
          I go the Rose to gather.
               Whose fragrance fills the skies;
          That sleep not e'en in Winter,
               Nor dies when Summer dies.
'Mid the waving Rose-trees, by their breath careased,
Waits the Gard'ner's daughter him she loves the best.
For the sun is sinking, nightward in the west,
And the bells of even call the world to rest.
But, alas! thou waitest for his step in vain--
For his voice, who never seeks thy bower again.
False the love he uttered to thy trusting ears,
And the vows he made thee now another hears.
RECIT. (Soprano.)
Roseblossom.--God greet thee, fairest maiden--
          God greet thee, sister mine;
          Why are thy eyes cast downward.
               Nor smile those lips of thine?
RECIT. (Contralto.)
Iner's Daughter.--Ask of you ruined castle;
               Ask of you withered tree;
          Ask of you dying blossom;
               And they will speak to me!
     See, my love, how crowned with brightness
     Is our bed of bridal whiteness!
     Bridal wreaths they scatter o'er us.
     Bridal garlands strew before us.
     In the moonbeams, fair and fine,
     Hear'est thou not, thou soul of mine,
     How from heavenward borne along.
     Bridal chimes around us throng
     Filling us with song?
SOLO.  (Contralto.)
Yet chime they so sadly, so harshly they ring--
Oh! say, my beloved, what song do they sing?
Hold me hard to thy bosom--What makes it so cold?
What form does my vision in terror behold?
It grasps me, it rends me from thee, my soul's breath.
RECIT. (Tenor.)
The hand is thine, O Love, that, are they blossom,
Gives Roses unto Death.

O earthborn sorrow, that is not ours,
Who dwell in the peace of the land of flowers!
Like the buds of Spring, like the Summer grass,
Like the Autumn leaves that in Winter pass.
So fadeth away man's fragrant May--
So comes night ere he grasps the day.

(Soprano, Contralto and Baritone.)
          Hast thou wandered in the forest.
               In its depths so green and still?
          Hast thou listened to the music
               Of the leaf and of the rill?
          Hast thou wandered in the forest
               When the Sun's first gladness shines.
          And the purple light of morning
               Sets aglow the towering pines?
          If thou hast aright beholden
               All the glory of the trees;
          If thy soul has rightly gathered
               All their wondrous harmonics:
          In the shadow of the forest
               Shall thy bitter longing ceases,
          And thy heart shall weep no longer,
               And thy spirit shall have peace.
AIR.  (Tenor.)
The sleep of even folds field and cot:
Roseblossom only is sleeping not,
From out her chamber she gazes still.
With looks of longing o'er field and hill.
Now knows she the meaning of the dreams that were born,
When deep in the forest she wandered at morn;
That the kiss of an angel had come to remove
The veil from her spirit and taught it to love.
And e'en as with longing she looks through the dim
Soft silence of midnight that speaks but of him.
RECIT.  Baritone.)
Hark!  beneath her window
     Rises up his voice.
With the joy of Springtime
     Making her rejoice.
DUET.  (Soprano and Tenor.)
The Forester.--I know a rosebud shining more than all other roses shine;
                       Ah! how I long to reach it, how fain would I beseech it
                       To be forever mine!
                       But when I seek to tell it how fair I hold and how dear.
                       So doth its beauty fill me, so doth its sweetness thrill me,
                        I can not speak of fear.
                        Oh! let that wealth of sweetness that fills that heart of thine
                        Sweet Rosebud, fill thy bossom with Love's own bud and blossom.
                        And let it all be mine.
Roseblossom.--Goodnight, thou sweetest singer--goodnight till the sun shall shine.
                        Ah, speak thy love, and fear not that she will frown and hear not.
                        Who even now is thine.

"Tis the wedding morning shining in the skies,
Bridal bells are ringing, bridal songs arise.
Opening the portals of thy Paradise.
"Tis the last fair morning for they maiden eyes--
"Tis thy marriage morning-- rise, sweet maid, arise!
SOLO.  Baritone.)
?re gloomy pine-trees rustle and slender larches stir,
?re spread their heavy plumage the cedar and the fur,
?e, on the forest's marin, the ranger's cottage stood,
? looked across the valley down from the dark green wood.
?ing the pine-trees madley the wild north wind may rush,
? scatter cones and branches and rave through brake and brush.
? tho o'er hill and valley the winds of Winter storm.
? fast within that cottage stays Summer's radiant form.
RECIT.  (Tenor.)
? from the Summer's blossom that crowned the bridal day.
? breath of bloom hath faded, so fragrance passed away.
? that dreams of gladness must pass ere pass the years.
? peace, and joy, and laughter, the heralds are of tears.
?dorn he sought the forest, and ere the day was done.
? comrades bore him homeward, slain by an outlaw's gun.
? does she gaze upon him, and through the night and day,
? does she kept her vigil, till he was born away.
?ugh weary months of Winter she only woke to weep.
? when returned the swallows, she too had fallen asleep.
CHORUS.  (Male voices.)
? sounds there so softly through brush and through brake?
? leape there so lightly? The elves are awake!
? sun is their summons to blossom anew;
? the bed of their sister green garlands they strew.
?te boughs of the hawthorn they bend o'er her head,
? shield from the sunshine the sleep o'er the ?ad.
CHORUS OF ELVES.  (Ladies voices.)
Farewell! sleep thou lightly, fair queen of the flowers,
Though lost to the peace that was thine, and is ours!
Sleep well; though the meadow is golden once more.
Though the lark loud is telling that winter is o'er.
We flee from Love's gladness, we shrink from his breath
Whose joy ends in sorrow, whose triumph is death.
SOLO.  (Tenor and Chorus.)
?a! e'en as die the roses, must die the truest heart,
They that rejoice must sorrow, and they that love must part.
?t yet, O God, we praise Thee, who blendest night and morn.
So lovely were Thy roses were they without a thorn.

The Orchestra.
          It is the purpose of the Choral Society to make of the present orchestra a permanent organization, similar to our own. Prof. Green has given a great deal of his time in building the High School Orchestra to the present high standard which it now enjoys, and to link them up with the entire musical activities of the City, will add much strength to both organizations.
          Mrs. R. W. Merten, who is the piano accompanist of the Choral Society, has given a great deal of time and hard work to the rehearsals, and a great deal of success of the present Festival is undeniably due to her constant and untiring efforts at the piano.
     The following is the membership of the Orchestra:
1st Violins. Claironets.
     Emanuel Weisberger.      Gerald Peterson.
     Raymond Davis.      Dorothy Brown.
     Helen Collins. Flutes.
     Harold Kimes.      Mary Clare Petty.
       Anabel Smith.
2nd Violins.  
     Eugene Trapnell. Cornets.
     J. M. Dolph.      L. L. Johnston.
     Lois Davis.      Alfred Adler.
     Eloise Douglas.  
     Laura Hess. Trombones.
     Mable Snapp.      Dr. W. E. Furrow.
       Verne Phelps.
     Prof. Oscar Leher. Horn.
       James Watkins.
     Mrs. Harry Rinehart. Piano.
       Mrs. R. W. Merten.
String Bass.  
     Ralph Davis  

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