Cayton's Weekly

Cayton's Weekly --- likt it you can't help yourself. You can kick up all the dust that you please, but we have got a grip on the seat of your breeches and a strangling hold on your throat. But I shall cut the letter short by saying. Abbeville, S. C. Note.—We have published the above letter as it is written. It is a self-drawn picture of the brutal intolerance that makes the South a hell for the Negroes who are obliged to live there. The spelling and writing of this letter betray an elementary education that would suggest a wider outlook on the part of the writer. But it must be remembered that Abbeville is the town where a prosperous colored farmer was brutally murdered by a mob because he talked back to a white man. It was also the place of the publication of a scurrilous little sheet that openly advocated lynching, until it was suppressed by the government for its seditious utterances.—The New York Age. "Where ignorance is bliss 'tis folly to be wise," and the South, among the whites, is largely made up of men of no stronger mentality, but of like brutality than the writer of the above vulgar illiterate conglomeration, hence he could be no different than he has written. The threats made and implied in the letter are not worth either considering or combatting because persons possessing no greater amount of Christian civilization than is displayed by the writer of the above letter, is no more susceptible of reasoning than a gorilla in the jungles of Africa, and such persons, like the gorilla, will kill human beings only to satisfy their animal cravings for human gore. If this man was the exception and not the rule among the whites of the South then some hope of the South seeing the error of its ways and lending a helping hand toward making more acceptable citizens of the colored people might be entertained, but as he says and thinks so do eighty per cent of the white men of the South. The above letter, from an educational standpoint, is a curio and the original should be sent to the Smithsonian institute to be laid away in its archives that future generations might have an opportunity to judge for themselves what ignoramusses the "white men" of the South were. Coming from a "superior" of the black man this letter reminds us of a story told by the late Dr. Booker T. Washington about an Alabama "superior," who was unable to read or write, and therefore had to appeal to a young colored man, like himself at the polls to vote to mark his ticket, which was gladly done. On the ballot was a state amendment denying the right of suffrage to colored men. "How do you want to vote on this amendment of Negr osuffrage?" asked the colored man. "Agin the niggers, for they haint go sense enough to vote," was his ready reply. The writer of the above letter is against the "niggers" being educated because it either makes fools or criminals of them. Just how a black man can help being one or both of them in view of the fact a majority of the white men of the South and many of the North think of him as does this writer, is a perplexing --- PRICE FIVE CENTS CAYTON'S WEEKLY Published every Saturday at Seattle, Washington. U. S. A. In the interest of equal rights and equal justice to all men and for "all men up." A publication of general information, but in the main voicing the sentiments of the Colored Citizens. Subscription $2 per year in advance. Special rates made to clubs and societies. HORACE ROSCOE CAYTON. Editor and Publisher Entred as second class matter, August 18, 1916, at the post office at Seattle, "Vash., under the Act of March 3rd, 1916. TREPHONE: BEACON 1910 Office 303 22nd Ave. South THE SOUL OF A LYNCHER To the Editor of The New York Age: By some mischance a copy of your paper, containing a whole lot of abuse, insults and ill maners towards the white people of the South, fell into my hands. I read your paper with the same feelings and loathings that I would have had if I had held a copper-bellied snake in my hand. My first impulse was to throw the blame thing in the fire, but on second thought I decided to write you a letter and try to teach you some sense. I know when a white man condescends to write to a nigger it gives the nigger the swell head and makes him a bigger fool than nature has already made him. But I am going to write you a letter if it causes your head to burst wide open. In the first place, John, or whatever your name may be, it would not be healthy for you to publish your paper in the South, if you did some fine morning a white man would walk up to you and lam you side the jaw with his fist and knock some of the ill manners and tomfoolery out of your head. The trouble with you Yankee niggers, especially the yellow brood, is that you are hankering after social equality with the white people. You would be tickled to death, John, if you could walk into some white man's parlor and snuggle up close beside his daughter. But don't do it, John, if you do we will hang you between the heavens and the earth. The best medicine for a nigger that has the social equality bugs working in his head is a good dose of hemp rope. We are good to our niggers in the South as long as they stay in their place, but we are as mean as all get out if they get out of their place. Another thing, John, it seems from your writing that you are expecting the white people to divide their tax money in half and spend one-half on nigger schools and the other half on their own children. John, if this is your thought then you have another thought coming. The fact is book learning will ruin any nigger. If you want to spoil a good field hand just take a nigger out of the plow handles and educate him. As soon as he is educated he makes a bee line for the chain-gang or penitentiary. If he can't break into our jails then he heads for the North. An educated nigger is not worth his weight in shucks on a farm. The laziness that accumulates in his hide spreads like an epidemic through the community, and his book learning spoils the air for miles around. I notice, also, that you are asking for the ballot for the niggers. Now, John, take it from me, the ballot is a good thing for the nigger to let alone. The trouble is you Yankee niggers write too much any way, and stir up strife. You ought to go to work. You would look lots better in overalls than you do in your Sunday-go-ot-meeting clothes. I have told you plainly what the white people are going to do for the niggers in the South; if you don't VOL. 3. NO. 34 question to us, but, after generations of superiority it strikes us that the white South is pretty badly tainted with criminal shortcomings and we suspect if justice was done the chain gang and prison cells of the South would be for "white folks only." That old social equality bugbear hobby is still being worked overtime by the white men of the South to justify their barbaric treatment of the colored people of that section—its a snare and a delusion. Social relations with the whites is foreign to the black man's mind. The black man would not be one hundredth part as "tickled to walk into the parlor of the Southern white man and snuggle up to his daughter" as the Southern white man is to steal into the lonely cabin of a colored man's daughter and criminally snuggle up to her. Lest you, dear reader, hastily conclude the above statement is made at random and more as a retort to what the letter writer has said, than a fact, permit us to quote some census figures for your consideration and we trust your edification. At the time of the emancipation there were about 900,000 mixed bloods (white and black), but the late census shows six million mixed bloods. Evidently many white men have snuggled up to black amoritas and many of the offsprings of those unholy alliances were and are so white that they have decided to be white and it is variously estimated that there are fully a million of such descendants in this "land of the free and home of the brave," and they are really snuggling up to some white man's daughter every day. A mule, a dog, an ape, an ourang-outang or any animal capable of receiving impressions is the better by far after having been educated and if that be true, why not the Negro? Educate the Negro scientifically and he will make a better field hand, a better house servant, a better coachman, a better boot black, a better mechanic, a better citizen and last, but nowise least, a better Christian. Whether he will become the white man's equal, mentally and otherwise, is a debatable question, but sure it is educating the black man will detract nothing from the white man, yea, verily, if it does not really add to him. If the white man is not mentally superior to the black man of this country then we have an awfully poor opinion of the mental capacities of the white man, but on the other hand a mighty high estimate of those of the black man. In claiming superiority for the white man in this country over the black man under the circumstances there is no argument coming, for it is a fact, and so the writer spoke correctly in closing his letter, but in doing so, he is like the ass that played on a flute by mistake. Let us suggest to the white folk of this country that, if they will not assist the black folks to become equal to their environments then in Heaven's name do not hinder them. Just let them alone—leave them to their fate—sink or swim, survive or perish—wipe your hands clean of them. This, however, is not invited, but better it than everlasting hell-bounding them. In denouncing the "yellow brood" of the colored citizens on the part of a Southern white man there is grave danger of stepping on the corns of your next door neighbor, your brother, your father and even yourself, for be it remembered that the yellow --- --- ```markdown ``` brood of the colored citizens is due to illicit relations between white men and colored women and when you loathe them you are but loathing yourself. Mr. Smith, the above letter writer, we note, seems to be totally lacking in the elements that go to make up a gentleman, which of itself detracted much from what he attempted to say. A gentleman is not only polite but courteous to even a dog much less to a colored person, inferior though he be. DOG EAT DOG Seattle is witnessing the most gigantic strike in all her history. It has been under headway since last Tuesday and every phase of it is and has been watched hourly by all classes of Seattle citizens. The workers seem to be confident that it will be of short duration, but the employers do not entertain a like opinion, and some of them express the belief that it may last three months, and then not go, as those who are largely responsible for it, would have it do. If one hundredth part of the stories that the workers tell about the shipbuilders profiteering at the expense of the government be true, then the laborers ought to get not less than $10 per day. It is being bruted about the streets that the book-keepers in the various shipyards are in full sympathy and that they too will strike as soon as the checks of the men already out are ready for delivery and if by that time the shipbuilders do not give in to the workers they will spring one of the biggest scandals that has ever reached the ears of Uncle Sam, consisting of steals, grafts and collusion in the wholesale robbing of the government. How much truth there is in these wild rumors remains to be seen. Granting, for the sake of argument that crooked dealings have been pulled off then if the book-keepers and the workers knew of it and did not report it they were equally guilty. They now are perfectly willing to accept the injunction "mum is the word" providing they get their divy. In other words you bosses steal all you want and while we see and know we will neither see or know providing you will divide the swag with us. We like you are out for the money and we do not care how we get it just so we get it. No class of men in this wide world are more selfish than those representing organized labor and while they curse capitalists from hell to breakfast year in and year out yet they will willingly sacrifice not only their fellowman, but every spark of manhood in themselves and concede capitalists any unreasonable demand if capitalists will only take them into cahoots with them. There is always another side to every story and the shipbuilders say, we have only earned salaries commensurate of our worth just as have the workers and we have been prompted by love for our country rather than greed of gain. Over their own signatures the Seattle shipbuilders have gone on record as saying: "Our employees were the highest paid workers in the world," all of which prompts us to think "there is a nigger in the woodpile." It is common everyday talk that the men employed in the Seattle shipyards were time killers and one honest worker could and would have done as much as five of them. So constitutionally opposed to giving value received for the big wages they drew that the foremen and the "walking delegates" would see to it that the fellow who insisted on working according to Hoyle, was fired unless he agreed to be a clock watcher instead of an honest worker. Boys fifteen years of age drew men's wages and so far as the men shipyard workers were concerned, did men's work, as none of them did very much. The highest wages in the world should have demanded the most efficient work in the world, but if the above reports be true the work they got was not fifty per cent efficient. If then, these inefficient men get the highest wages of any working men in the world, then it strikes us that those who pay those wages must use some kind of sculduggery to get the money to pay such wages to such in- efficient workers. It does look as if there is something in the story of somebody bilking the government. If there be anything in any of the above statements then its a true case of dog eat dog. Let's wait and see. ASSOCIATION IN FEBRUARY Within the month of January the Seattle Branch of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People has arranged to hold three very important meetings which should attract more or less general attention. The first meeting will be held February 3rd, which will be the first quarterly meeting of the Association, and President Stone, as well as those officially conencted with him hope a full attendance on that occasion. The meeting will be held in the Grace Presbyterian Church on Monday evening to which the public is cordially invited to be present. The second will be a memorial meeting in honor of the late Theodore Roosevelt and it too will be held at the Grace Presbyterian Church and will take the place of the evening services. Roosevelt's memory is to be commemorated on that day all over the Union. The program for the evening has not been fully arranged as yet, but the committee promises that it will be quite up to the standard. The third meeting will be held the 12th of February and will be in commemoration of the immortal Abraham Lincoln and Frederick Douglas, the first of whom gave his life for the freedom of the blacks of this country and the latter spent the greater part of his life fighting for the freedom of "my people." Rev. D. A. Graham will be the principal speaker on this occasion, but others will speak and musical numbers will be rendered. Its the hope of the committee of arrangements to make this the imposing meeting of them all. The executive committee of the Association met last Monday and transacted considerable routine business. Since this is to be a year of jubilee the Filipinos plan to do a little equalizing themselves and will demand absolute freedom from the United States and we see no reason why they should not get it at once if not sooner. Kaiser Bill is said to be aging on account of his close confinement. If he is aging on account of being confined as he is, what, in Heaven's name, would become of him if he were locked in a steel cage? Some people may pray every night for continued prosperity, but it is very evident that the shipyard workers of Seattle make no such prayers. Among the prominent business men of Seattle the death toll has been exceedingly heavy the present winter, but the death of none of them caused more commotion and regrets than that of James C. Ford. He will long be remembered by those who had business relations with him. Horse racing in Washington was drowned many years ago by Ole Hanson, but Bob Grass hopes to resuscitate it and give the "byes" something to recreate with Saturday afternoons. Hearst, the German sympathizer, backed by the Democratic mayor of New York, is noisy because he is not wanted at the welcome that's to be given by the New Yorkers to the returning soldiers. Little Willie always had more wind than brains. A general strike on the part of organized labor as a protest against the imprisonment of Mooney has been staged for July 4th next. We wonder if President Wilson will lead the parade. Strike, struck, stricken, will be the history of the Seattle shipyard workers who went out on a strike last Tuesday. Unless the shipyard operators give in to the strikers in order to skin the government out of a few million dollars more the strikers will get awfully tired of their job before they go back to doing nothing and yet draw big pay for the same. World democracy is still burning colored men at the stake down in Texas, and no voice of protest is heard from either Allies or Huns. If Paderewski can play politics as well as he can the piano he will probably soon be president of Poland instead of premier. Moonshining may be a very profitable undertaking but we have our first person to see who amassed a fortune from its proceeds. Ninety-nine bootleggers may get by and cop the coin, but its hellabus on the one hundredth fellow that is caught. A SOUTHERN OUTBURST In a speech before the Press Club of New Orleans Harry Gamble is quoted as follows: We have had abatement, not settlement; students of events must see that with our state laws nullified, the Negro wearing the uniform of the country, his education creeping on, and above all the renewed attempt of Washington to put its hand on State Suffrage and Northern Democrats vying with Northern Republicans to gain political advantage thereby; with these things plainly in view, dead indeed must be the perception that does not recognize an early disturbance of race relationships in the South. As for me, I profess to be no wiser than other men. I blink horrid truth as often as my fellows. I hide my face from disagreeable prospects as weakly as another. I bury my face in the sand of indifference and inattention and imagine that repulsive facts have passed by, like others do. I claim no omniscience, but I know the South cannot live in peace and security so long as the leering, taunting demon of social and political equality between the races stares at us from the hopeful faces of a black population almost equal to our own. Mr. Gamble has created an imaginary foe, painted him black, and, like Don Quixote in his furious attack on the windmills, which in his diseased mind he believed to be mighty giants waiting to attack the fair women of his country, charged them with might and main, only to find them inoffensive, and as did he so is Mr. Gamble charging the colored men of the South as black giants who but await an opportunity to steal the white women of the land. The white men of the South seem all het up over social equality with the black men, which is but a nightmare! If there be any inclination on the part of any persons in the South, known as Negroes, to force social equality with the whites, its those who are the offsprings of concubinage between white men and colored women, a thing so common to the South, who are so white that they go to some other state and actually become white and there marry white women and thereby force social equality. Blame no one for this Mr. Gamble, but your own sweet selves. THE EMPORIUM Soft Drinks. A Choice Line of Cigars and Tobacco. Candy Meals from 6 a.m. to 2 p.m. Chillie Con Carnie 24th and E. Madison East 207 --- CROIX DE GUERRE AND RARE PRAISE FOR AMERICAN NEGRO TROOPS A French army order, citing a complete Negro regiment for the Croix de Guerre, is a partial answer to questions, some of which have found their way into the Digest office, as to what the colored man has been doing for his country "Over There." The regiment cited, the 365th Infantry of the 93rd Division, which is the old 15th Infantry of the National Guard of New York, is praised in these words by the French War Department: Under command of Colonel Hayward, who, tho wounded, insisted on leading his regiment in battle; of Lieutenant-Colonel Pickering, admirably cool and brave; of Major Cobb (killed), of Major Spencer (severely wounded), of Major Little, a true leader of men, the 365th Reserve Infantry, U. S. A., engaging in an offensive for the first time in the drive of September, 1918, stormed powerful enemy positions, energetically defended, too, after heavy fighting, the town of S——, captured prisoners, and brought back six cannons and a great number of machine guns. Exceptional tho the award of the coveted French War Cross may be, the deeds of valor by which this Negro regiment won it are less exceptional than typical of the way in which all our colored troops measured up to the demands of the war. This is the verdict of newspaper correspondents and of soldiers invalided home from the Western Front. Survivors of the fighting now arriving in New York have "nothing but praise for the colored troops," writes a reporter in the New York Evening Sun. "They proved their valor on countless occasions, and it was one of the common stories that Jerry feared the 'Smoked Yankees' more than any other troops he met." The report continues: The Negroes were, perhaps, the most proficient bayonet-fighters in the American Army. They simply dotted on the cold steel and their natural agility, improved by intensive training, made them troops to be feared at close quarters. It was not long before the fame of the Negro bayonet-wielders spread among the Huns, and it was seldom the German troops would hold out when the yelling, sweating Negroes jumped into their trenches. Not even liquid-fire could break the morale of the Negro troops. There is a story told of one wounded soldier who leapt up and, dargging a useless foot after him, rushed into the trenches when he saw an airplane spray the wounded Yankees with burning oil. He was killed in his mad attempt to take revenge, but he got at least one Hun with a good old Southern shaving implement pressed into service for the occasion. The terrors of shrapnel, gas, and high explosives, the grim life in the trench, were made bearable by the unfailing good nature of the Negroes. When permissible they organized their quartets and sang plantation songs. Frank Washington, a wounded Negro from South Carolina, told the story of how a quartet harmonized on "Massa's in de Cold, Cold Ground," and when the singing was over said in unison, "and we all's gwine be with him tonight." They were awaiting orders to go over the top at the time. That peculiar regard by the foe for the rules of civilized warfare which included the use of explosive bullets, among other atrocities, was experienced by the Negro soldiers. To the certain knowledge of some of the Negroes at Debarkation Hospital No. 3, dozens of these men were torn to bits by explosive bullets. Their wounded were sprayed with liquid fire by the Huns during the fighting on the Champagne front. James P. McKinney, of Greenville, S. C., attached to the Headquarters Company of the 371st Infantry, was wounded in the right arm by shrapnel in the "Big Stunt." Gas-infection set in and he was invalided out of service. "If there is anything in this war that the Negro troops missed," said McKinney, tell- ing of his experiences, "I certainly never heard of it. Explosive bullets, liquid fire, high explosives, gas, and all the horrors of war were certainly turned loeso on us. But just the same, the Negro troops went through it, and when it came to the final test we proved ourselves better men than the Germans. This was especially true when it came to fighting at close quarters. Jerry would not fight with the bayonet against the Negro troops, and that was all there was to it. "The Hun would stand out there and pump a machine gun at us—750 shots to the minute, but when we came up close to him he would yell 'Kamerad!' and hold up his hands. Our officers made us let up on them, too, but the Huns did what they pleased to our wounded. The day we went over the top we took our positions early in the morning, and waited until our barrage had smashed the German defenses pretty well. About the time our barrage lifted, the Huns sent over a counter-barrage, but we went right through it, and up over the slopes commanded by their machine guns. They turned loose everything they had to offer, and the storm of lead and steel got a lot of our men. "Still, we followed our officers into the devils' trenches. A few of the Germans tried to fight with their bayonets, but we could all box pretty well, and boxing works with the bayonet. A few feints, and then the death-stroke was the rule. Most of the Huns quit as soon as we got at them. Even the ones that had been on the machine guns yelled for us to spare them. I guess in the excitement some of them fared poorly." The narrator's idea of German military honor is the same as that which American soldiers have generally brought back. "You can never tell which German to trust," declared McKinney. "Ordinarily when men surrender, they are through, and you can trust them, but the Germans who surrendered to us would have automatic pistols up their sleeves, and would suddenly drop their arms and open fire. I know of one squad that was wiped out because a Jerry killed one of our doughboys." Continuing his story of the attack, McKinney gives some of the dramatic incidents of the fighting: "While we were advancing we worked along low and took all available cover against the machine-gun fire directed against us. As soon as we came within range we opened fire with hand-grenades and accounted Tailors and Cleaners. Clothes called for and delivered. Hats retrimmed and blocked. H. S. Frazier C. W. Curtest TUTT HAS IT Some years ago Mrs. Cayton read an essay before the Baptist Literary Society on BLACK BABY DOLLS which caused considerable comment and many persons in the city endeavored to get one, but failed. TUTT HAS THEM Though the black baby dolls arrived too late for the Christmas trade, yet one will ake your little girl a charming present, and there are some beautiful ones among them. Kelly Miller's new book is attracting wide spread attention. It is known as Negro Soldiers In Our Wars. Tutts High Brown toilet articles are rich and rare and he has a thousand dollar stock to select from. Four first class tonsorial artists are always on duty in Tutt's Barber Shop. We Solicit Your Inspection TUTT'S BARBER SHOP 300 Main St. for the machine-gun nests. I saw some of the guners chained to their post. "Their barbed wire gave us trouble. Our artillery cut it up pretty badly, but still it was a pretty strong barrier against the advancing infantry. When we got tangled up in the wire Jerry would play with his rifles. I've seen fellows get into a German trench with their uniforms flying in shreds. "I was wounded in the arm at the big stunt. We were attacking along the whole front, and the Huns were kept on the hop. While going up I was hit and had to fall behind. My arm was badly mussed up, but I threw a few grenades here and there and guess I got a few of them. "The German artillery-fire was accurate. They had our ranges down to a science, and while they had good ammunition were hummers. They were good marksmen. Why, I've seen them cut a regular ditch along a row of shell-holes to prevent our troops from using the holes for shelter. There was positively nothing they didn't do that was horrible. "I've seen them cut loose at a company runner with three-inch artillery. It was a funny sight for us, but not for the runner. The Huns would drop shells all around him while he fled on wings of terror. I never saw them get a runner with their artillery fire, but I've seen some very close shooting." "Perhaps the most unusual experience I ever had was one day when we were advancing toward the German positions. They cut loose with their artillery and we were ordered to take open order and hunt cover. For two hours we were violently shelled, but, thanks to Providence, none of us was killed. A few were slightly wounded. They mixed high explosives with gas and shrapnel. "About the hardest luck of the war, though," concluded McKinney, "fell to the lot of a pal of mine. He got a piece of steak somewhere and was cooking it—his first bit of steak in months. While the meat was broiling the Germans began a gas bombardment. The men put on their masks, but the meat was ruined. That's what I call hard luck." Frank Washington, "a typical plantation Negro from Edgefield, S. C.," is another who proved his valor under conditions worthy of testing the bravery of the bravest. He was attached to Company C, 371st Infantry, and received an explosive bullet through the arm at Champagne. His story is quoted: "It was all bad, but the worst was when the German airplanes flew low and sprayed the wounded with liquid fire. There is no way of putting out that liquid flame, and no one can help you, because the fire spreads so quickly. It is bad enough to be helpless not so bad, in fact, for they were savages—the Germans are supposed to be civilized. "A Hun plane flew over when I was wounded, but, believe me, when I see that fire coming I sure did some lively hopping around. There wasn't going to be any broiled Washingtons if I could help it. But some of the mortally wounded were burned to death. Those Huns should be made to pay for that sort of thing. It ain't fighting it's concentrated hell. But we had to tend to their wounded, and one of our officers saw that we did it. "I was over the top in the fighting on September 29 and 30. We advanced after the usual barrage had been laid down for us. We went up to the Germans, and my platoon found itself under the fire of three machine guns. One of these guns was in front and jes' runnin' like a millrace. The other two kept a-piling into us from the flanks, and the losses were mounting. We got the front one. Its crew surrendered and we stopped. The other guns kept right on going, but we got them, too. "It was while we were attacking the guns on our flanks that I was wounded. Ordinary bullets are bad enough, but the one that hit me was an explosive bullet. That's me, sir, every time. When things is comin' I sure get ma share of 'em. Yas, suh, I suttinly get ma share. "While I was knocked down, it was safer --- to stay down. Those machine guns just kept right on pumping—not the ones we captured, but others. The wind they stirred up around your face jest kept you cool all the time. I finally started back, but found myself in a German barrage. It was shrapnel in front of me and machine guns in back of me. I lay right down and had a heart-to-heart chat with St. Peter. I sure never did expect to get home again. "They say Edgeville ain't much to look at, but I would have given two months' pay, including allotments, to get back on my farm about then. But now that I've been there and come back I kind of feel that I'm square with this country. I did my share, and I'm glad I did it." "Yes, sir," interposed McKinney, "we all did our share and we are all glad we did it. This was democracy's war. The Negro troops assumed the burden of democracy along with the white and red troops. We did our share to keep America unchained, and we are all proud we did it. We are sure, too, that America will not forget."—Literary Digest. THE HORIZON (The Crisis) Music and Art At her New York recital, Grace Hofheimer played a "Negro Rhapsody," by Albert Sapulding. American soldiers in London recently paraded behind a Negro band of forty pieces. The parade halted in front of Buckingham Palace, and disbanded; then the band proceeded to the parade grounds, where it rendered to thousands of persons a concert lasting an hour. A number of compositions written after Negro folk-songs, or in the Negro idiom, are listed among recently published novelties: "Swing Low" has been arranged for voice and piano by James H. Rogers; "Doan You" is a dialect song of worth by Robert H. Terry; "Serenade Negre," a violin number composed by Macmillan, appeared on the recital program of Richard Czerwonky at Aeolian Hall, New York City, in November; William Stickles' dialect song, "The Whippoorwill," heard with great pleasure in manuscript form, is soon to be published by Schirmer Company; "Negro Lament" is a Negro Spiritual arranged for voice by John T. Howard, Jr. In a recital of "Songs of Outlaws" Yvette Guilbert, exponent of French chanson, gave an old Negro song, "I Love That Man," as an example of the sentimental life of the outlaw. Mabel Garrison, soprano, of the Metropolitan Opera Company, presented two Negro songs on her recital program recently given in New York City: "Nobody Knows De Trouble Ah Sees," by J. Rosamond Johnson, and ::De Ol' Ark's a-Moverin'." At Tulsa, Okla., through the efforts of the Council of National Defense, 2,000 colored persons held a "Sing," under the direction of Robert B. Carson and Dr. C. E. Smith. Of a new set of "Negro Spirituals" arranged by H. T. Burleigh, Musical America says: "These four Spirituals are as fine as anything he has done. Every one of them is a melody of distinctive quality and the treatment he has given them is perfect. As for Mr. Burleigh's harmonic scheme in "Sometimes I Feel Like a Motherless Child," we are tempted to say that not until we knew his setting did we realize what a remarkable tune it was. The old-time harmonic dress to this melody has never set off the fullness of its pathos. But as it is here, with the counterpoint that Mr. Burleigh has added, it is an artistic entity that commands immediate attention. It ought to find a place in the repertoire of those of our concert singers who appreciate what H. T. Burleigh is doing for them in preparing these spirituals for concert use." A most successful concert was given in Symphony Hall, Boston, Mass., on November 21, by Roland W. Hayes, tenor, assisted by a small orchestra and William S. Lawrence, pianist. William S. Lawrence, pianist, who was ```markdown ``` heard in Symphony Hall, as an assistant artist to Roland W. Hayes, disclosed marked talent deserving notice. The reviewers give hmi credit for the artistry displayed in the following numbers: MacDowell, "To the Sea and Danse Andalouse"; Cyril Scott, "Lotus Land"; Debussy, "Clair de Lune"; Chopin, "Polonaise Op. 40, No. 1, Nocturne, Op. 15, No. 2," "Valse in E Minor." An exhibit of smaller pieces of sculpture by Meta Warrick Fuller, arranged by Mrs. Maud Cuney Hare and Mrs. C. Henri Robbins for the Soldiers' Comfort Unit of Boston, during November, resulted in the following comment from the Boston Transcript: "Here is a colored woman's work of an arresting interest. It shows technical skill, well-trained—with gleams of unmistakable excellence. Besides her technical merit—good modeling, anatomical knowledge—there is a certain 'gesture' in her work of the 'fine careless rapture' that is revealing and convincing, especially in certain portrait statuettes and add character-types. It has always been 'The Listener's' belief that one broad 'way out' open to all, for this young sculptor's race, lies through the fine arts. In fact, in every field of art, music, painting, sculpture, poetry, already there are living examples to prove it. Art is the purest democracy in the world—ever has been, and ever must be." Five hundred Negroes of the Development Battalion at Camp Upton, N. Y., recently gave a concert of plantation melodies for the troopers. The choir of Mount Olivet Baptist Church, in New York City, has held its third annual Musicale. In addition to a miscellaneous program, Mendelssohn's "First Walpurgis Night" was offered to a large and appreciative audience. May Howard Jackson, the well-known sculptress, announces that her studio at 221 West 138th Street, New York City, will hereafter be open gratis to the public from 10 A.M. to 5 P.M. daily. This artist besides achieving distinction in workmanship and technique has also the charm of originality in choice of subject. She has attempted to embody in her work certain aspects of the American color problem, and in this she has succeeded marvelously. Among her groups of this character, the "Mulatto Mother and Her Child" and "Brotherhood" have won very special attention. One is immediately struck by the dignity of her treatment and the scope of her vision. Mrs. Jackson will be in her studio daily from 2:00 to 4:00 P.M. and at this time will take pleasure in receiving visitors and in discussing her work with them. The War Because her father was a Civil War veteran, Miss H. M. L. Brown, the only Negro High School graduate at Lexington, Mass., was given the honor of unveiling the "Roll of Honor." at Lexington. Clubs for colored soldiers and sailors have been established by The War Camp Community Service in the following cities: New York; Boston; Camp Dix, N. J.; Baltimore; Alexandria, Hampton, Petersburg, Newport News, Norfolk, Richmond, Va.; Ashville, Southart and Charlotte, N. C.; Greenville, Charleston, Spartanburg and Columbia, S. C.; Atlanta, Augusta and Macon, Ga.; Pensacola and Jacksonville, Fla.; Montgomery and Anniston, Ala.; Detroit; Chillicothe, Ohio; Louisville; Rockford, Ill.; Des Moines; Camp Funston District; Indianapolis; Little Rock; Waco, Galveston and San Antonio, Texas. Out of fifty-six colored candidates detailed for Machine Gun instruction at Camp Hancock, Georgia, forty-two were graduated. Twenty thousand Negro draftees, qualified for limited service, are to be furloughed for extension work on Camps Bragg, North Carolina; Knoxville, Kentucky; Jackson, South Carolina; and at Ordnance Supply stations, where a shortage of labor exists. Bob Scanlon, the Negro pugilist with the "Daredevil Americans of the Foreign Legion," after jumping over two dead Germans, for a fist-to-fist fight with a Hun, was killed by an automatic revolver. He created a sensation in London by flying in a machine of his own construction and landing safely in an embankment, although his machine was demolished. At a London hospital, instead of permitting the use of an anaesthetic in the amputation of a finger, he calmly looked on, joking the while. When American military elements asked for the segregation of Negro American fighters in France, arshal Foch replied: "When General Pershing came to France, he found a black man at the head of the French Army. France has no color prejudice, and persecutes no man on account of color or creed." The man in question was General Dodds. First Sergeant Clarence S. Janifer, M. R. C., a medical student of Howard, received the Croix de Guerre, while his division was with the Fourth French Army. Lieutenant W. M. Johnson, of the 366th Infantry, a Negro resident of Omaha, Neb., has been appointed Mayor of several villages in France, occupied by American troops, because of his familiarity with the French language and customs. The Personnel Division of the Y. M. C. A. announces that there are ninety Negro secretaries in camps and twenty-eight overseas. Feast of the Season Don't miss the Musical De Luxe, at Grace Presbyterian Church, 22nd and East Cherry, Thursday, Jan. 30th at 8:15 P. M. Conducted under the auspices of the Ladies Improvement Club. Mrs. B. F. Tutt and Mr. C. R. Maclaren, managers. You will enjoy it. A. D. 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