Word: wagner
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Elgar, Pomp and Circumstance; Mozart, overture to The Marriage of Figaro; Haydn, andante from Surprise Symphony; Sullivan, excerpts from Pinafore; Schubert, Unfinished symphony; MacDowell, To a Water Lily; Tchaikovsky, Pathetic Symphony; Grieg, Anitra's Dance from Peer Gynt; Suppe, Poet and Peasant Overture, Wagner march of the Knights from Parsifal; Liszt, Second Hungarian Rhapsody; Sibelius, Finlandia; Strauss, Blue Danube Waltz; Rossini, overture to William Tell; Rimsky-Korsakoff, Song of India; Rachmaninoff, C Sharp Minor Prelude; Handel, Largo; Rubinstein, Kammenoi Ostrow; Beethoven, overture to Egmont; Tchaikovsky, Slavic, March; Moszkowski, Serenade; Strauss, Egyptian March; Offenbach, Barcarolle from Tales of Hoffman; Dvorak...
...Wagner Pastry Co., Newark...
...impossible to play good music for audiences at Promenade Concerts; they wanted to hear Goodbye, Dolly, I Must Leave You, or the airy ballads that squat Dan Leno was yodeling in the Empire Theatre. "But God bless my soul," said Henry J. Wood, "if they don't like Wagner, why God bless my soul I'll play him until they do." Soon he went further, began to make the British public interested in Russian music. When people clapped, he made his orchestra rise and bow behind him-a practice new to British music...
...when Bismarck's iron mastiffs were seeking quiet kennels wherein to rest after their leap on France, Richard Wagner looked for a place to make a home for his old age. He chose Bayreuth-a village three hours by train from Nürnberg, visited by few tourists. With the help of Ludwig, King of Bavaria, he built his theatre-an enormous mousetrap to which the world soon began to beat a path. Nearby, he built his house...
Brave days are still remembered in that house. Along its corridors goes Cosima Wagner, his widow-a grim, gaunt woman with the eyes of a sick eagle and the mouth of a field marshal; up and down she parades, while her petticoat rustles. The whisper of memories, ludicrous, pathetic, stirs to the swish of the old woman's skirt along the empty hall. ... A shaggy little man contorted over the piano, begging his wife to walk up and down the room because he "so loves the rustle of silk. ..." A swollen little man, throned among his friends, shouting...