Word: hoogstraten
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...many echoes of Col. Charles Augustus Lindbergh's heroism, not the least sincere is the symphonic portrayal, We, composed by James Philip Dunn of Jersey City, N. J. At City College, Manhattan, where the Philharmonic Symphony Orchestra under Willem van Hoogstraten plays nightly to music lovers in the summer, We last week had its premiere...
...Henry H. Rogers, Manhattan sportsman-oilman, father of famed Millicent Rogers, Countess Salm von Hoogstraten: "Word came in from Long Island that a shipbuilder at Greenport is building me an all-electric yacht, 62 ft. long with a 14-ft. beam, which I will christen Fan Keva. She will have three 175-h.p. electric motors, electric piano, electric winches, galley, siren...
...public auditorium of which Portland, Ore., is proud, Conductor Willem van Hoogstraten last week led his symphony orchestra through an orgy of fantasy. A native of Portland, Dent Mowrey, had studied music in Paris, and in dreamy moments had idled over the lle de la Cité, whereon is the Cathedral of Notre Dame. Student Mowrey would enter the felted front doors, would sniff at the dank air, would think he could hear the paint cracking on the pictures. Outdoors, on the grey square, he would crane his head up at the rain-spouts, which old artisans had carved...
Later he did succeed in phrasing his ideas into a pianoforte solo, ''The Gargoyles of NotreDame," and it was this solo, elaborately orchestrated, that Conductor van Hoogstraten led last week. It was the first composition by a native of Portland that the symphony orchestra had performed, and Conductor van Hoogstraten took quick advantage of the situation. When the first clatter of applause quieted itself there were brought to the platform two wreaths, "evidently denoting genius, and certainly denoting musicianship and adeptness," wrote the Portland Oregonian's music reporter. Conductor van Hoogstraten, grinning, put one wreath about...
...thousands there in the flesh stamped their approval, hurled their straw mats into the air, restrained themselves patiently to hear yet another speech by Conductor Willem van Hoogstraten. The thousands far away, in stuffy sitting-rooms, carpet-slippered, collarless, on cottage porches lit by a cool, waning moon, heard the last tremendous strains of the overture, whisked their dials around to another station. The Manhattan outdoor concert season had ended...