March 28, 1935
Cliffside in Carolina—To a small and appreciative audience the Guilford College Choir sang Saturday evening, a performance on their tour which is a seventh season. A front row girl almost collapsed as the first number probably started ten seconds later. I have never seen a situation more suavely handled. This program was revised and the three numbers, last in the first group, were omitted. Also the first in the second group, “Soave Fia Il Moror”, by Palestrina. To me the unusual “mechanical” accuracy of the choir is the striking thing. Especially so, in the rendition of S. V. Lvovsky;s “Hespedee Pomeelcoy” which was done in contrast from the extremes of fortissimo (double loud) to the pianissimo for the mild effect of a beautiful organ melody. “O Cast Me Not Away” was the Brahms number of the fourth group. I felt sincere appreciation for the soprano voice work in “The Song of Mary” number; the arrangement by Albert Kranz. The second soprano was surely enjoyed as much, but, as was remarked to me, a door always slams, with [not sure of “with,” could not read—Crows] the ridiculous contrast of sound.
The County Club, doubtless, Thursday evening, will hold the outstanding meeting of 1935. Special invitations have been extended to all county officials, mayors and boards of aldermen, superintendents of schools and boards of education. This prominent meeting of the year is the presentation of Dr. Albert Coates, Professor of Criminal Law, University of North Carolina, to the civic minded observers of this county. It is to your benefit that you be there.
The five Guy Lombardo winners last week were: Dreams, Solitude (for the University of Virginia) Night and Day, (for Wake Forest college) and Little White Gardenia. In connection with popular tunes, who remembers, “I never Take Her Where the Gang Goes When I Take My Sugar to Tea”? And this correction: Isle of Capri, instead of Caprice.
This movie boy, kind of has thata, does he girls: Ross Alexander. Played with Dick Powell in “Flirtation Walk” and Franchot Tone in “Gentlemen Are Born.”
Psst-psst: There’s knitting at our house.
On Friday it was, Your Cliffside commentator had the spark plugs out of the coupe. Sort of spring cleaning it was and a removal of adenoids. After following some usual cleaning routines they were tightened back into place in the engine’s block. And I’ll swear, podner, the skip doesn’t live there anymore. So from greasy hands that afternoon to observing heavenly bodies that evening is a jump and a contrast. Honestly, though, one can think it over and you must conclude: Beautiful moon, crimson wonder.
Days of yesterday, once seemed casual and of little importance. But now. You do recall what they meant. I recall other days when Mrs. W. H. Haynes was known so well for her work in teaching her class of boys in the local Sunday school. Today I hear the boys say, who were with me then, that Mrs. W. H. Haynes was an excellent leader of her class of young fellows. Today those boys appreciate those days more, Mrs. Haynes. The impressions, however, not realized at the time, were gathered then and today they are stamped on the minds of those boys and mine—stamped like a trade-mark into cast iron. The efforts of those days today are flowering among those fellows—flowering like blossoming fruit trees you see along Carolina highways.
Musical Note: It was good to see Miss Katherine Goggans at the Guilford Choir performance here. And Mr. and Mrs. Broadus Moore.