Second Annual MUSIC FESTIVAL of the PORTLAND MUSIC FESTIVAL ASSOCIATION (INCORPORATED) PORTLAND. OREGON Three Nights JUNE 6th, 7th, 8th, 1918 in THE MUNICIPAL AUDITORIUM Presenting Mabel Riegelman, soprano Frances Ingram, contralto Morgan Kingston, tenor Hiram Tuttle, baritone Portland Festival Chorus portland symphony orchestra Ghorns From Portland High Schools Orchestra From Portland High Schools wm. H. BOYERj conductors Carl denton > EDGAR E. COURSEN, at the Piano FREDERICK W. GOODRICH, at the Organ MABEL, RIEGELMAN, Soprano FRANCES INGRAM, Contralto MORGAN KINGSTON, Tenor HIRAM TUTTLE, Baritone Program THURSDAY EVENING, JUNE 6th PART 1 SOLOISTS FRANCES INGRAM .... Contralto MORGAN KINGSTON      .... Tenor  PORTLAND SYMPHONY ORCHESTRA CARL DENTON.....Conductor Overture to opera "Mignon" ................................................Ambrois Thomas Aria, "Vesti la giubba" from opera "I Pagliacci" ....................Leoncavallo MR. KINGSTON Aria "O don fatale" from opera "Don Carlos"........................................Verdi MISS INGRAM Kammenoi-Ostrow ..........................................................................Rubenstein a   She is far from the land .................................................______.........Lambert b  What is love ........................................................................................Grant c  A memory........................................................................................Thomas MR. KINGSTON a  Lungi dal caro bene............................................................................Secchi b   So soon forgotten ..................................................................Tschaikowsky c  Vous dansez Marquise ....................................................................Lemaire d  The Sheep and the Lambs ................................................................Homer e  Hopak......................................................................................Moussorgsky MISS INGRAM Grand Processional March from opera "The Queen of Sheba" ........Gounod PART 2 MORGAN KINGSTON      .... Tenor PORTLAND SYMPHONY ORCHESTRA PORTLAND FESTIVAL CHORUS WILLIAM H. BOYER     .... Conductor Hiawatha's Wedding Feast................................................S. Coleridge-Taylor How the handsome Yenadizze, Danced at Hiawatha's wedding; How the gentle Chibiabos, He the sweetest of musicians, Sang his songs of love and longing, How iagoo, the great boaster, He the marvellous storyteller, Told his tales of strange adventure, That the feast might be more joyous, That the time might pass more gaily, And the guests be more contented. Sumptuous was the feast Nokomis Made at Hiawatha's wedding. All the bowls were made of bass-wood, White and polished very smoothly, AH the spoons of horn of bison, Black and polished very smoothly. She had sent through all the village Messengers with wands of willow, As a sign of invitation, As a token of the feasting; And the wedding-guests assembled, Clad in all their richest raiment, Robes of fur and belts of wampum, Splendid with their paint and plumage, Beautiful with beads and tassels. First they ate the stare-eon, Nahma, And the pike, the Maskenozha, Caught and cooked by old Nokomis, Then on pemican they feasted, Pemican and buffalo marrow, Haunch of deer and hump of bison, Yellow cakes of the Mondamin, And the wild rice of the river. But the gracious Hiawatha, And the lovely Laughing Water, And the careful old Nokomis, Tasted not the food before them, Ony waited on the others, Only served their guests in silence. And when all the guests had finished, Old Nokomis, brisk and busy, From an ample pouch of otter, Filled the red stone pipes for smoking With tobacco from the South-land, Mixed with bark of the red willow, And with herbs and leaves of fragrance. Then she said, "0 Pau-Puk-Keewis, Dance for us your merry dances, Dance the Beggar's Dance to please us, That the feast may be more joyous, That the time may pass more gaily, And our guests be more contented!" Then the handsome Pau-Puk-Keewis, He the idle Yenadizze, He the merry mischief-maker, Whom the peonle called the Storm-Fool, Rose among the guests assembled. Skilled was he in sports and pastimes, In the merry dance of snow-shoes, In the play of quoits and ball-play; Skilled was he in games of hazard, In all games of skill and hazard, Pugasaing, the Bowl and Counters, Koomtassoo, the Game of Plum-stones. Though the warriors called him Faint-Heart, Called him coward, Shaugodaya, Idler, gambler, Yenadizze, Little needed he their jesting, For the women and the maidens Loved the handsome Pau-Puk-Keewis. He was dressed in shirt of doe-skin White and soft, and fringed with ermine, All inwrought with beads if wampum; He was dressed in deer-skin leggings, Fringed with hedgehog quills and ermine, And in mocassins of buck-skin Thick with quills and beads embroidered. On his head were plumes of swan's down, On his heels were tails of foxes, In one hand a fan of feathers, And a pipe was in the other. Barred with streaks of red and yellow, Streaks of blue and bright vermilion, Shone the face of Pau-Puk-Keewis. From his forehead fell his tresses. Smooth and parted like a woman's Shining bright with oil, and nlaited, Hung with braids of scented grasses, As among the guests assembled, To the sound of flutes and singing, To the sounds of drums and voices, Rose the handsome Pau-Puk-Keewis, And began his mystic dances. First he danced a solemn measure, Very slow in step and gesture, In and out among the pine trees, Through the shadows and the sunshine, Treading softly like a panther, Then more swiftly and still swifter, Whirling, spinning round in circles, Leaping o'er the guests assembled, Eddying round and round the wigwam, Till the leaves went whirling with him, Till the dust and wind together Swept in eddies round about him. Then along the sandy margin Of the lake, the Big-Sea-Water, On he sped with frenzied gestures, Stamped upon the sand, and tossed it Wildly in the air around him; Till the wind became a whirlwind, Till the sand was blown and sifted Like great snowdrifts o'er the landscape, Heaping all the shores with Sand Dunes, Sand Hills of the Nagow Wudjoo! Thus the merry Pau-Puk-Keewis Danced his Begar's Dance to please them, And, returning, sat lown laughing There amons; the guests assembled, Sat and fanned himself serenely With his fan of turkey-feathers. Then they said to Chibiabos, To the friend of Hiawatha, To the sweetest of all singers. To the best of all musicians, "Sing to us, O Chibiabos! Songs of love and songs of longing That the feast may be more joyous, That the time may pass more gaily, And our guests be more contented!" And the gentle Chibiabos Sang in accents sweet and tender, Sang in tones of deep emotion, Songs of love and songs of longing, Looking still at Hiawatha, Looking at fair Laughing Water, Sang he softly, sang in this wise: (TENOR SOLO) "Onaway!   Awake, beloved! Thou the wild-flower of the forest! Thou the wild-bird of the prairie! Thou with eyes so soft and fawn-like! "If thou only lookest at me, I am happy, I am happy, As the lilies of the prairie, When they feel the dew upon them! "Sweet thy breath is as the fragrance Of the wild-flowers in the morning, As their fragrance is at evening, In the Moon when leaves are falling. "Does not all the blood within me Leap to meet thee, leap to meet thee, As the springs to meet the sunshine, But himself could tell a stranger. Would you listen to his boasting, Would you only give him credence, ' No one ever shot an arrow Half so far and high as he had; Ever caught so many fishes, Ever killed so many reindeer, Ever trapped so many beaver! None could run so fast as he could, None could dive so deep as he could, None could swim so far as he could; None had made so many journeys, None had seen so many wonders, As this wonderful Iagoo, In the Moon when nights are brightest?As this marvellous storyteller! "Onaway! my heart sings to thee, Sings with joy when thou art near me, As the sighing, singing branches In the pleasant Moon of Strawberries! "When thou art not pleased, beloved, Then my heart is sad and darkened, As the shining river darkens When the clouds drop shadows on it! "When thou smilest, my beloved, Then my troubled heart is brightened, As in sunshine gleam the rinples That the cold wind makes in rivers. Thus his name became a by-word And a jest among the people! And whene'er a boastful hunter Praised his own address too highly, Or a warrior, home returning, Talked too much of his achievements, All his hearers cried, "Iagoo! Here's Iagoo come among us!" He it was who carved the cradle Of the little Hiawatha, Carved its framework out of linden, Bound it strong with reindeer's sinews, "Smiles the earth, and smile the waters.He it was who taught him later Smile the cloudless skies above us, But I lose the way of smiling When thou art no longer near me! "I myself, myself! behold me! Blood of my beating heart, behold me! O awake, awake, beloved! Onaway! awake, beloved!" Thus the gentle Chibiabos Sang his song of love and longing; And Iagoo, the great boaster, He the marvellous storyteller, He the friend of old Nokomis, Jealous of the sweet musician, Jealous of the applause they gave him, Saw in all the eyes around him, Saw in alll their looks and gestures, That the wedding-guests assembled Longed to hear his pleasant stories, His immeasurable falsehoods. Very boastful was Iagoo: Never heard he an adventure But himself had made a greater; Never any deed of daring But himself had done a bolder; Never any marvellous story EXPLANATORY TO THE TEXT Hiawatha, the Prophet, the Teacher; son of Mtidjekeewis, the West-Wind, and Wenonah, daughter of Nokomis. Minnehaha, Laughing Water; wife of Hiawatha. Pau-Puk-Keewis. the handsome Yenadizze, the Storm-Fool. Yenadizze, an idler and gambler; an Indian dandy. Chibiabos, a musician; friend of Hiawatha, Ruler in the Land of Spirits. Iairoo, a great boaster and storyteller. Nokomis. grandmother of Hiawatha; mother of Wenonah. Nabma, the sturgeon. Maskenozha, the pike. Pemican, meat of the deer or buffalo, dried and pounded. Mondamin, Indian corn. Pugasaing, the game of bowl and counters. Koomtassoo, the game of plum-stones. Shauffadava. a coward. Nagow Wudjoo, the Sand Dunes of Lake Superior. Onawav, awake. How to make his bows and arrows How to make the bows of ash-tree, And the arrows of the oak-tree, So among the guests assembled At my Hiawatha's wedding Sat Iagoo, old and ugly, Sat the marvellous storyteller. And they said, "0 good Iagoo, Tell us now a tale of wonder, Tell us of some strange adventure, That the feast may be more joyous, That the time may pass more gaily, And our guests be more contented!" And Iaeoo answered straightway, "You shall hear a tale of wonder. You shall hear of strange adventures." So he told the strang-e adventures Of Osseo, the Magician, Prom the Evening Star descended. Such was Hiawatha's Weddinp-. Thus the wedding-banquet ended. And the wedding-guests departed, Leaving Hiawatha hanny With the nisrht and Minnehaha. Program FRIDAY EVENING. JUNE 7th SOLOISTS MABEL RIEGELMAN .... Soprano HIRAM TUTTLE      ..... Baritone CHORUS FROM PORTLAND HIGH SCHOOLS WILLIAM H. BOYER      .... Conductor ORCHESTRA FROM PORTLAND HIGH SCHOOLS CARL DENTON.....Conductor Festival March "Cornelius" ....................................~..................Mendelssohn Soldier's Chorus from opera "Faust" ............................---------.........Gounod Anvil Chorus from opera "II Trovatore"................................................Verdi a   American Characteristic t...............................................................Herman b  Characteristjic Moroeau ...........................-.......................................Bendix Toreador's Song—from opera "Carmen"..............................................Bizet MR. TUTTLE and CHORUS Good Night Beloved) ....._________................................................................Pinsuti Grand March—from opera "Aida" ..........................................................Verdi a  Bella siccome un angelo— Romanza from opera "Don Pasquale" ............................Donizetti b  Lolita ........................................................................................Buzzi-Peccai c  The House of Memories ....................................................................Alward d  The Gypsy Trail ............................................................................Galloway MR. TUTTLE Overture "Child of the Arcade"..................................................Gabriel-Marie a  Shepherd, thy demeanour vary!.......................................................Brown b   Songs my Mother Taught me..........................................................Dvorak c  Les Papillons—(in French)..........................................................Chausson d   Inter Nos..............................................-..............................-------MacFadyen e   Robin's Soag ........................................................................................White MISS RIEGELMAN Devotion—from opera "Cavaleria Rusticana"................................Mascagni Unfold ye Portals everlasting—from oratorio "The Redemption"....Gounod Program SATURDAY EVENING, JUNE 8th PART 1 SOLOISTS MABEL RIEGELMAN     .      .      .      . Soprano FRANCES INGRAM      .... Contralto MORGAN KINGSTON      .... Tenor PORTLAND SYMPHONY ORCHESTRA CARL DENTON.....Conductor Overture to opera "Rienzi"...................................................................Wagner a  Invocation to Eros ...................................-..................................Kursteiner b   By the Waters of Minnetonka..................................................Lieurance c  The Sailor's Wife ............................................................................Burleigh d   In the Moonlight.................................................................................Haile e The Muleteer ................................................................................Di Nogero MISS INGRAM a  Serenade Rococo ................................................................Meyer-HeHmund b Largo<—from opera "Xerxes"..........................................................Handel a  Eleanore ............................................................................Coleridge-Taylor b  Parted ....................................................................................................Tosti c  Love, I have Won you..........................................................Landon Ronald MR. KINGSTON Aria—"Depuis le Jour" from opera "Louise" ........................Charpentier MISS RIEGELMAN Southern Rhapsody.........____________.............................-............-................Hosmer a  When I Go Alone......................................................................Buzzi-Peccia b  Tarantelle—(in French) ......................................................................Bizet c  When Phyllis Danced......................................................................Gilberte MISS RIEGELMAN PART 2 SOLOISTS MABEL RIEGELMAN .... Soprano FRANCES INGRAM .... Contralto MORGAN KINGSTON      .... Tenor HIRAM TUTTLE.....Baritone PORTLAND FESTIVAL CHORUS PORTLAND SYMPHONY ORCHESTRA WILLIAM H. BOYER Conductor The Swan and the Skylark ................................................A. Goring-Thomas The Swan and The Skylark A Grecian poet I, but born too late;— For me no nymph sings from the upland wood Her antique song; nor in bright hurrying brook Is seen and lost her sweet illusive smile. Gone is the shell that Phoebus, long ago, Strung for the music that should never die; Gone is the shell whereon sedately, slow, The stately Aphrodite floated by; And gone the maids who ran the ordered race, Or stopped to bathe them by Actaeon's rill, Narcissus brooding o'er his own fair face, And Echo laughing from the distant hill. Only o'er sullen world of stock and stone The ball of fire sends down his daily light, And, when the measured hours are come and gone, Lake, field, and sky are lost in gloomy night.—J. S. 'Midst the long reeds that o'er a Grecian stream Unto the faint wind sighed melodiously, And where the sculpture of a broken shrine Sent out through shadowy grass and thick wild-flowers Dim alabaster gleams—a lonely swan Warbled his death-chant; and a poet stood Listening to that strange music, as it shook The lilies on the wave; and made the pines And all the laurels of the haunted shore Thrill to its passion.  Oh, the tones were sweet, Even painfully—as with the sweetness wrung , From parting love; and to the poet's thought This was their language:— "Summer! I depart— O light and laughing summer! fare thee well: No song the less through thy rich woods will swell, For one, one broken heart. "And fare ye well, young flowers! Ye will not mourn! ye will shed odour still, And wave in glory colouring every rill, Known to my youth's fresh hours. "And ye, bright founts; that lie Far in the whispering forests, lone and deep, My wing no more shall stir your shadowy sleep— Sweet waters! I must die "Will ye not send one tone Of sorrow through the pines?—one murmur low? Shall not the green leaves from your voices know That I, your child, am gone? "No! ever glad and free, Ye have no sounds a tale of death to tell; Waves, joyous waves! flow on and fare ye well Ye will not mourn for me. "But thou, sweet boon! too late Poured on my parting breath, vain gift of song! Why com'st thou thus, o'ermastering, rich and strong, In the dark hour of fate? "Only to wake the sighs Of echo-voices from their sparry cell; Only to say—O sunshine and blue skies! O life and love! farewell." Thus flowed the death-chant on; while mournfully Low winds and waves made answer, and the tones Buried in rocks along the Grecian stream— Rocks and dim caverns of old Prophecy— Woke to respond: and all the air was fdled With that one sighing sound—Farewell! FarewelU Adieu, adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades."—Keats. Filled with that sound, high in the calm blue heaven Even then a skylark hung; soft summer clouds Were floating round him, all transpierced with light, And 'midst that pearly radiance bis dark wings Quivered with song: such free, triumphant song, As if tears were not—as if breaking hearts Had not a place below; and thus that strain Spoke to the poet's ear exultingly:— "The summer is come; she hath said Rejoice! The wild-woods thrill to her merry voice; Her sweet breath is wandering around, on high: Sing, sing through the echoing sky! "There is joy in the mountains! The bright waves leap Like the bounding stag when he breaks from sleep; Mirthfully, wildly, they flash along— Let the heavens ring with song!" The Swan and the Skylark "There is joy in the forests! The bird of night Hath made the leaves tremble with deep delight; But mine is the glory to sunshine given— Sing, sing through the echoing heaven! "Mine are the wings of the soaring morn, Mine are the fresh gales with dayspring born: Only young rapture can mount so high— Sing, sing through the echoing sky!" So those two voices met; so Joy and Death Mingled their accents; and, amidst the rush Of many thoughts, the listening poet cried,— "Oh! thou art mighty, thou art wonderful, Mysterious nature! Not in thy free range Of woods and wilds alone, thou blendest thus The dirge-note and the song of festival; But in one heart, one changeful human heart— Ay, and within one hour of that strange world—■ Thou call'st their music forth, with all its tones, To startle and to pierce!—the dying swan's And the glad skylark's—triumph and despair."—Mrs. Hemans. WILLIAM H. BOYER Conductor PORTLAND FESTIVAL CHORUS CARL DENTON Conductor PORTLAND SYMPHONY ORCHESTRA PORTLAND MUSIC FESTIVAL ASSOCIATION (INCORPORATED)  William A. Montgomery, president Edward Cookingham, 1st. vice president Charles E. Cochran, treasurer Frank McCrillis, 2nd vice president William Robinson Boone secretary Mrs. B. E. Tait subscription secretary Sidney G. Lathrop executive secretary BOARD OF DIRECTORS William A. Montgomery Edward Cookingham Frank McCrillis Charles E. Cochran William Robinson Boone Hon. George L. Baker Frank H. Hilton Mose Christensen L. M. Lepper E. Hippely & John Claire Monteith ™ Frederick W. Goodrich Chas. A. Bigelow Franck Eichenlaub PROGRAM COMMITTEE Mose Christensen Franck Eichenlaub Frederick W. Goodrich Mrs. Thomas C. Burke Mrs. Warren E. Thomas VOICE COMMITTEE William A. Montgomery John Claire Monteith William Robinson Boone George Hotchkiss Street George Wilber Reed Organized and incorporated under the Oregon statutes, this Association has for its purpose the fostering and developing of a knowledge and appreciation of music, not only in Portland but in the entire Northwest. In presenting this Second Festival, the Association does so with the conviction that the need for an annual celebration of this kind has been clearly demonstrated. As the logical musical centre of the Northwest, Portland will inevitably draw an ever increasing patronage from the entire states of Oregon and Washington. As at present organized, the Active Members of this association consist of the musical organizations in Portland having constitutions and by-laws. Each organization appoints two delegates as its representatives and these in turn elect the board of directors. Upon the present Board of Dirtctors are represented: The Chamber of Commerce, Portland Ad Club, Progressive Business Men's Club, Rotary Club, East Side Business Men's Club, Realty Board, the Mayor of Portland and Commissioner of Public Affairs, together with representatives of several prominent musical organizations. The Association extends hearty thanks to the merchants, to the press, and to all others who have so generously helped in making Portland's Second Annual Music Festival a success. Steinway   Piaao  furnished  through  courtesy  of  Sherman  Clay  & Co.