The Mac Dowell Club Ninth Season presenting: Katherine Glen Composer Thalia String Quartet Direction Ted Bacon Hotel Multnomah, Portland, Oregon May 1, 1923 Mason & Hamlin Piano Used program PART I. Quartet in D major, Op. 64, No. 5—"The Lark"    - Haydn Allegro Moderato Adagio Cantabile Minuetto Finale Thalia String Quartet PART II. Four Love Songs— My Love And I Tranquility Good Night The Wood Thrush     - - .   -     -     -     - - (Mss.) Request Songs— Mr. Mr. Robin The Bluebird I Heard a Lark Sing The Lowland Cottage....... - (Mss.) The Quest (Mss.) Sea Birds......                                                  - " - . - (Mss.) Katherine Glen PART III. Presto     -      --      --      --      -      - Mendelssohn From Quartet in A, Op. 13 Canzonetta (Arr. Pochon) From Quartet in E flat major, Op. 12. Spanish Dance, Op. 12, No. 1.....Moszkowski Bolero, Op. 12, No. 5..... (Arr. by Ted Bacon) Thalia String Quartet MY LOVE AND I By Adele M. Ballard. I know an orchard Hidden in a wood, The haunt of butterfly and bee; A sanctuary for the birds That sing therein a jubilee. A lonely, sweet and lovely spot For butterfly and bird and bee. I know an orchard Hidden in a wood, Where my true love and I Walk hand in hand at eventide, Content to let the world go by. My love and I, content are we, To let the world go by. TRANQUILITY By Sara Teasdale It is enough for me by day To walk the same bright earth with him; Enough that over us by night The same great roof of stars is dim. I have no care to bind the wind, Or set a fetter on the sea; It is enough to feel his love Hover like music over me. GOOD NIGHT Words by S. Wier Mitchell Good night, good night, Ah, good the night That wraps thee in its silvry light. Good night, No night is good for me That does not hold a thought of thee. Good night. Good night, Be every night as sweet As that which made our love complete, Till that last night when death shall be One brief "good night" for thee and me. Good night. WOOD SONG By Sara Teasdale I heard a wood thrush in- the dusk Trill three notes and -make a star— My heart that walked with bitterness Came back from very far. Three shining notes were all he had And yet they made a starry call— I caught life back against my breast And kissed it, scars and all. MR. MR. ROBIN By Frances Gill Oh! I know, Mr. Robin, What's making you so merry! From out my neighbor's tallest tree You've stolen the reddest cherry. And I can tell you how I know That this was done by you; The cherry was so very red I see it shining through. THE BLUEBIRD By Carrie Shaw-Rice Pretty little bluebird, Won't you tell me true, Why you wear a brown vest, With your suit of blue? "Oh, little maiden truly, While flying very low I brushed against the brown earth Long and long ago. And once, my little maiden While flying very high My back and wings went brushing Against the summer sky." Saucy little bluebird! Singing, off he flew In his pretty brown vest And his suit of blue. I   HEARD A LARK SING" By Helen Ekin Starrett I heard a lark sing At the dawn of the morning When abroad was the spring; Every meadow adorning, No least budding thing From her tender touch scorning I heard a lark sing In the dawn of the morning. And still as she soared While the flowers were springing, From her fair throat she poured Such a flood of sweet singing, In my heart I adored The All-Father for bringing Such lovely accord, As spring and lark singing. THE LOWLAND COTTAGE By James Whedon I live in a lowland cottage On a hill in a castle fair, But the roses bloom in my garden As sweet as they do up there. I love my love so dearly! I wonder if love up there Is as sweet as mine in the lowlands, With never a thought of care. THE QUEST (Selected) There was once a restless boy Who dwelt in a home by the sea Where the water danced for joy, And the wind was glad and free; But he said, "Good Mother, oh let me go, For the dullest place in the world I know, Is this old brown house Under the apple tree." So he traveled here and there, Bat never content was he, Though he saw in lands most fair The costliest homes there be, He something missed from the sea or sky Till he turned again with a wistful sigh, To the little brown house, The old brown house Under the apple tree. Then the mother saw and smiled, While her heart grew glad and free, "Hast thou chosen a home, my child? Ah where shall we dwell?" quoth she. And he said, "Sweet Mother, from east to west The lovliest home, and the dearest and best, Is a little brown house, An old brown house, Under an apple tree." SEA BIRDS By Jessie Rittenhouse Birds that float upon a wave Resting from the tiring air, Be the hopes that I would save From despair! Menaced by the sky above, Menaced by the deep below, You rock as on the breast of Love, To and fro. If immensities like these Cannot fright a thing so frail, I will keep my heart at ease In the gale.