Word: anthems
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Playing of Anthem Grated...
...National anthems are not made to order. You can't tell a person to compose one and then arbitrarily adopt it. They spring full-grown from the national consciousness. They are born, not in the study, but in moments of stress, in great national crises. The Marseillaise grew out of an hysterical mob. The Star-Spangled Banner was inspired by the bursting of bombs by night. Most national anthems are old songs whose symbolic significance came to them later-almost unconsciously. Most of them are worthless as poetry. Many are not notable as music. Ireland, overlooking the psychology...
...copies will be broadcast. All the patriot needs do is catch the swing of the melody, and read the words over once. The spirit of it he already has. Then to enforce justice, all true patriots will march in a body to the immigration headquarters singing the new national anthem, the burden of which runs...
After a prima donna had carolled the National Anthem, John F. Hylan, Mayor of New York, gave the "Caseys" the freedom of the City in one of his famed welcome-speeches. Said he: "If any of you get in any mix-up with the 'cops' while you are here, just give them the high sign; if that does not work, call me up at City Hall. . . . One of your faith has been permitted to direct this city. . . . The work of this Order is well known. . . . Its championship* of American principles and ideals...
...Battery, "cheering thousands" awaited. There were "salesladies," stenographers, clerks, bond-salesmen, mers." commuters, There street were sheiks, idlers, "representatives "bum of 23 organizations"-chiefly athletic clubs and life insurance companies. The heroes and heroines sailed across from Hoboken. The Fire Department Band struck up the National Anthem. All sang, all cheered, all marched to the City Hall. Mayor Hylan's Reception Committee was there and Mayor Hylan himself, with a typewritten speech clutched firmly in his damp and clammy hand...