f) Portland Rotary Club presents THE EUGENE GLEEJVIEN JOHN STARK EVANS Director zvitiz MARK DANIELS, Baritone DORIS HELEN CALKINS, Harpist CORA MOORE FREY, .dccompaJlist CIVIC AUDITORIUM FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 26, 1937 8:30 P. M . • Benefit Concert Shrine Hospital for Crippled Children • Twelfth Season Fort)'-third Concert Program I. Prayer of Thanksgiving Old Dutch (Traditional with the Gleemen) Dedication _ . Franz Wanderer's Song Schumann The organ numbers pTe- II. Aeolian Harp Hasselmanns ceding this program a're Mrs. Calkins played by Mr. Robert Gould, member of the III. Suabian Folk Song Brahms Gleemen. Silent Strings Baniock (With harp obligato-Mrs. Calkins) Hallelujah (from "Mount of Olives") Beethoven IV. Solos- Pilgrim's Song Tchaikouiski Some Rival Has Stolen My True Love Away Arr. Broaduiood Song of the Flea Moussorgski Mr. Daniels V. Three Native American Tunes- I Dream of Jeannie Stephen Foster Honor! Honor! (Negro Spiritual) . Hall Johnson *Ghost Dance (Torchbearers) Bissell-Lyman (With Echo Quartet-Messrs. Potter, Griffith, Scott, King) VI. Barber Shop (a la Bourbon) Mark Arulreios '''Thy Don't You Try Pietro Yon Tramp! Tramp! (Naughty Marietta) Victor Herbert Immediately following the concert the Eugene Gleemen will Mr. Daniels and Gleemen greet their many friends in the South Wing of the Auditorium. *Native tune of the Coahuilla Indians of the San Jacinto mountains. This arrangement was made for Pomona College and is used here through courtesy of that institution. HONOR! HONOR! I DREJtM OF JEANNIE I dream of Jeannie with the light brown hair King Jesus lit de candle by de waterside, Borne like a zephyr on the summer air, To see de little chillun when dey truly baptize'. I see her tripping where the bright streams play, Honor! Honor! Unto de dying Lam'. Happy as the daisies that dance on her way; Oh run along chillun, an' be baptize' Many were the wild notes her merry voice would pour, Dazza mighty pretty meetiri' by de waterside. Many were the blithe birds that warbled them o'er. Honor! Honor! Unto de dying Lam'. I dream of Jeannie with the light brown hair Floating like a zephyr, on the soft summer air. I prayed all day, I prayed all night, My head got sprinkled wid de midnight dew. I long for Jeannie with the gay dawn smile, Radiant in gladness, warm with winning guile; Honor! Honor! Unto de dying Lam'. I hear her melodies like joys gone by, Sighing round my heart o'er the fond hopes tha die, SILENT STRINGS Sighing like the night wind and sobbing like the rain, Wailing for the lost one that comes not again; Silent Strings, Long have you muted lain, I dream 'of Jeannie with the light brown hair, Floating like a zephyr on the soft summer air. Strings of my heart, Untouched by joy or pain. Silent Strings! Oh when were you played upon? Was it in Sarnarcand, Or Avalon?' WHY DON'T YOU TRY There's a lass in every city, there's a girl in every toll' II, Strings of my heart! Too long have you silent lain. There's welcome ever waiting for the soldier of renown. When will you wake? When will you sing again? We may kill and we may harry, and we never seem to marry, W'hen Love, the master, shall come Who has tarried long, But there always is a welcome for the soldier of renown. He shall quicken the silent strings into song! 'We're glad we're soldiers, yes, everyone. We're g-Iad we're soldiers, it's lots of fun. SUABIAN FOLK SONG The people all come running when we go marching by, They bring' us drinks and goodies and for our favor vie! The summer day Had passed away Oh, it's lots of fun to be a soldier, Why don't you try? And silent night was reigning, WHY DON'T YOU TRY? Soft breezes stirr'd And then I heard A gentle voice complaining. TRAMP! TRAMP! Tramp, tramp, tramp, along the highway, With bitter grief Beyond relief Tramp, tramp, tramp, the road is free; My heart was overflowing; Blazing trails along the byway The tears I shed With sorrow fed Couriers de Bois are we. Sweet flowers around me growing. Tramp, tramp, tramp, 11011' clear the roadway, Room, room, room, the world is free! The Queen of night Sank out of sight We'r e Planters and Canucks, She could not shine for sorrow, Virginians and Kaintucks, The planets bright Withheld their light, Captain Dick's own infantry! My pain they too would borrow. ',J "BARBER SHOP" No voice of bird, Nor song is heard Kentucky, 0 Kentucky! How I love your classic shades, To fill the air with gladness; Where Hit the fairy figures of the star-eyed southern maids, But everywhere In nest or lair, Where the butterflies are joying mid the blossoms newly born, 'Vild creatures share my sadness. Where the com is full of kernels and colonels full of corn! W ANDERER'S'SONG Come raise high your glasses, 'tis time to depart; Farewell then, ye dear ones, fond joys of my heart. Farewel] then, ye mountains and childhood abode, Ere long will I leave vou and take to the road. The sun high in heaven done roam where he will, AjJjJreciation is extended to the following who generously He shines on all countries and never stands still. donated towards the success of the concert: The waves flee the shore in their frantic rebirth, The storms roar with might as they rush o'er the earth! Bates Motoramp Garage, Ine. 'Neath hurrying clouds doth the bird swiftly fly. Benson Hotel To sing songs of home in some far distant sky, E'en lID to the youth call the forest's dark ways, Campbell Court Hotel For earth is his mother, she calls, he obeys! J. K. Gill Co. In far lands the birds greet him just as of old, Portland Junior Symphony Orchestra Assn. For they too have flown, foreign lands to behold; Heathman Hotel And flow'rs of his homeland around him he sees, To Iar-beck'ning fields did they dance on the breeze. Hotel Garage, Ine. Imperial Hotel These same birds at home neath his window did sing. Such flow'rs he gathered his dear one to bri ng; Multnomah Hotel And so tho far distant his love still remains; Congress Hotel And thus much of home and of hearth he retains. Irwin-Hodson Co. Come raise high your glasses, 'tis time to depart: Tommy Luke Farewell then, ye dear ones, fond joys of my heart. Farewell then, ye mountains and childhood abode, Multnornah Amateur Athletic Club Ere long will I leave you and take to the road. Portland Traction Co. Portland Hotel HALLELUJAH Portland Printing House, Inc. Standard Oil Company Hallelujah! Unto God's Almighty Son! The Oregonian Praise the Lord, ye bright angelic choirs in holy song of joy. The Oregon] ournal Man proclaim His grace and glory. The News Telegram Portland Van & Storage DEDICATION Local 28 Stage Hands Union o thank me not for what I sing thee, Thine are the songs, no gift of mine. Thou gavst them me, I but return thee What is and ever shall be thine. Thine were they everyone forever. The light which in thy dear eyes shone Truly has taught me how to read them. Dost thou not know they are thine own> GENERAL COMMITTEE ON ARRANGEMENTS L. T. Merwin, General Chairman Tommy Luke, Auditorium vVm. H. Hemphill, Tickets John L. Talbot, Hotels Chester A. Moores, Publicity John M. Bates, Storage & 'Transportation Loyal H. McCarthy, Al Kader Temple Paul B. McKee, President Rotary Club of Portland A. A. Patterson, Secretary Rotary Club of Portland.