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A Music Drama 
 
 BOOK AND LYRICS BY FRANK PIXLEY 
 MUSIC BY EDWARD F.SCHNEIDER 
 
 Being the Thirteenth Grove Play 
 
 of the Bohemian Club of 
 
 San Francisco^ presented 
 
 in the Bohemian Grove 
 
 Sonoma County 
 
 August y^^^h 
 
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 San Francisco 
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 PRINTED BY TAYLOR & TAYLOR, SAN FRANCISCO 
 
 
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 PREFACE 
 
 ^Z'd' author desires to make emphatic ac- 
 knowledgment of indebtedness to his fellow 
 Bohemians who in former years have made 
 the grove plays a series of brilliant successes. 
 "Apollo" /j- an attempt to combine the most 
 salient features of several earlier produBions 
 and to incorporate them in a new story with 
 a slightly different dress and different develop- 
 ment, <zAfew liberties have been taken with 
 Roman and Grecian mythology to meet 
 certain exigencies of the grove 
 environment. 
 
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ARGUMENT 
 
 Apollo, the son of Jupiter, was the god of the groves, 
 waterfalls and flowers, the inventor of music, the instruc- 
 tor of the muses, the most perfect type of masculinity and 
 possessed the power of prophecy. The action of this play 
 takes place in the sacred grove of Apollo at the base of 
 Mount Olympus, the home of the gods. 
 
 At the end of the prelude Pan is disclosed lying asleep 
 on a mossy bank just before daylight. He has been dream- 
 ing of his youth as an Arcadian shepherd boy before he 
 mocked the gods, for which offense he was changed into a 
 half-goat. He awakes with a cry of anguish as he realizes 
 that his happiness has no real foundation and that he is 
 still a misshapen monster. 
 
 Presently he lapses into a philosophic mood and finds 
 contentment in the thought that, though banished from 
 human society, he has formed pleasant acquaintances with 
 the buds, the bees, the birds, the butterflies and the fairy 
 folk of the grove and has learned to charm them with the 
 music of his pipes which he has fashioned from hollow 
 reeds. He plays upon his pipes and, in response to the 
 call. Elves and Gnomes and woodland Sprites come 
 trooping about him and engage in a fairy dance and revel. 
 At the height of the frolic a sentinel Owl gives warning 
 of the approach of danger. The dancers hurriedly scurry 
 away, and Maleficus, the spirit of evil, enters. He has 
 plotted the overthrow of the gods and seeks to enlist the 
 aid of Pan, who he believes will readily join him. In 
 this, however, he is mistaken. Pan, after learning all the 
 details of the plot, declines to join in it and ambles away. 
 
 Maleficus decides to begin his warfare by an attack 
 on Apollo, the god of the groves, and directs his atten- 
 tion first to the sacred grove itself. With his wand of fire 
 he frightens away the cool winds, withers the flowers, 
 dries up the springs and scorches the roots of the trees. 
 
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 Mercury, the messenger of the gods, accidentally dis- 
 covers the havoc that has been wrought and flies up to 
 Olympus to inform Apollo. The latter hastens to the 
 spot, discovers the damage that has been done and, not 
 knowing the cause, calls forth the Dryads, spirits of the 
 trees, and questions them. Then, to counteract the evil in- 
 fluence of Maleficus, he summons the refreshing breezes, 
 restores the springs and brings forth a waterfall upon 
 the hillside. The Dryads, dancing with joy, reenter the 
 trees and Apollo sings a song to the giant redwoods, 
 promising them the continued protection of the gods and 
 foretelling the future of the grove. 
 
 Maleficus craves an audience with Apollo and tries 
 to accomplish his downfall by exciting jealousy of the 
 other gods. The temptation fails and Apollo drives the 
 tempter from the grove and forbids him ever to return. 
 
 Clytie, a vestal virgin, enters to perform her morning 
 religious rites. She advances to a small altar and, in pan- 
 tomime, goes through ceremonies in worship of the gods 
 on Olympus. In the midst of her devotions she is dis- 
 covered by Pan, who is struck by her rare beauty, and, 
 forgetting momentarily that he is half beast, addresses 
 her, whereupon she screams with fright and flees. This 
 incident brings home to Pan the full realization of his 
 awful plight, and in an impassioned song he supplicates 
 the gods to restore his human form and runs up Mount 
 Olympus as if to carry his appeal directly to the gods 
 themselves. 
 
 Maleficus stealthily returns and meets Bacchus, the 
 god of wine, whom he induces, on a wager, to attempt the 
 downfall of Apollo through drink. Bacchus and a Band 
 OF Roisterers engage in an orgy of singing and dancing 
 and carousing, whereupon Apollo seeks to put an end to 
 this profanation of the sacred grove and, resisting all 
 their efforts to induce him to join them, drives them away. 
 
 Mercury flies down from Olympus with a message 
 from Jupiter to Apollo ordering him on no account to 
 
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leave the grove, as an important council of the gods is to 
 be held there almost immediately. 
 
 Pan reenters hurriedly, falls on his knees before Apollo 
 and, ignoring the one wish uppermost in his thoughts, 
 warns Apollo of the machinations of Maleficus. For 
 this service Apollo restores his human form and asks 
 Pan what he now intends to do first. He replies that 
 he will go forth in search of love. Apollo does not under- 
 stand the word and a duet follows in which its meaning 
 is made clear. Pan runs away in search of a mate, leaving 
 Apollo in wonderment over the strange lesson he has 
 just learned. 
 
 While he is still pondering over the subject Clytie re- 
 enters to replenish the sacred fires upon the altar and 
 Apollo, in observing her, notices that he is strangely stir- 
 red by a feeling which he never has experienced before, 
 but which Pan has described. He addresses her as one of 
 the gods whom she worships and a love scene ensues dur- 
 ing which flowers spring up on the hillside, the waterfall 
 reappears. Elves, Gnomes and Fairies creep forth from 
 their hiding places, birds sing merrily and the grove is 
 filled with music — the whole typifying a maid's first con- 
 ception of love. At its conclusion Clytie drops the censer 
 and the lovers embrance while the fairy folk dance with 
 joy. They hastily disappear as Maleficus runs on, picks 
 up the censer and follows the lovers off unobserved by 
 them. 
 
 Jupiter, Mars, Neptune, Bacchus, Mammon and 
 Mercury, accompanied by a large number of Atten- 
 dants, march down from Olympus and a general council 
 is held. Apollo's absence is noticed and Mercury is sent 
 to find him. Maleficus declares that Apollo no longer 
 obeys the commands of his king, but has been taken cap- 
 tive by a mere silly girl. Jupiter is incredulous at first, 
 but when the lovers appear becomes furiously angry and 
 changes Clytie into a sunflower. Apollo attempts to inter- 
 cede in her behalf, whereupon Jupiter declares it an act 
 
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 of treason and invokes his winds and thunderbolts to 
 punish the offense. A terrific storm ensues, during which 
 Maleficus dances with joy and gloats over his triumph. 
 The storm ends with a blinding flash of lightning and a 
 crash of thunder, leaving the grove in darkness and silence. 
 
 Pan invokes the aid of the Fireflies in restoring light. 
 The altar fire still burns, and from it torches are kindled. 
 Maleficus has been killed by Jupiter's thunderbolt, 
 thus verifying a prophecy by Apollo. Pan appeals to 
 Jupiter in behalf of the sunflower, whose only offense 
 was love of Apollo, and the king deeply moved relents. 
 Acknowledging that the gods, born of Ignorance and 
 Superstition, have been vanquished by the hosts of prog- 
 ress, truth and clear enlightenment, he sends them into 
 oblivion henceforth to live only in myth and legend, and 
 bids farewell to Olympus. Before he follows them he 
 delivers his final decree as king of the gods — that 
 Apollo, no longer a god, shall be reincarnated in human 
 form and return to earth and mate with Clytie, who 
 shall again become a vestal virgin; and that Apollo's 
 god-like soul, as the sun, shall daily revisit the earth and 
 bring to humankind light, life and love. 
 
 As Jupiter departs the heights of Olympus are aglow 
 with red light betokening the return of Apollo, the dawn- 
 ing of the perfect day. The entire hillside is ablaze with 
 colored lights as Apollo marches down to the sunflower, 
 which suddenly is transformed into Clytie, and the lovers 
 embrace, while the populace engage in a grand triumphal 
 chorus of acclamation and rejoicing. 
 
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Cast o f C 
 
 HARACTERS 
 
 Jupiter, King of the gods . . . Marshall Darrach 
 Apollo, God of the groves . . . Clarence Whitehill 
 
 Mars, God of war Courtney Ford 
 
 Neptune, God of the sea .... George L. Bell 
 Bacchus, God of wine .... Henry A. Melvin 
 Mammon, God of wealth . . Charles C. Trowbridge 
 Mercury, Messenger of the gods . . Harold Baxter 
 Maleficus, Spirit of evil . . Richard M. Hotaling 
 Pan, a shepherd boy transformed into 
 
 a half-goat George Hamlin 
 
 Clytie, a vestal virgin Herbert Heron 
 
 Naiad, Spirit of the waterfall . . George B. de Long 
 Dryad, Spirit of the trees . Charles Templeton Crocker 
 
 Elves, Sprites, Dryads, Attendants, &c. 
 
 D R YA D S 
 
 Frederick A. Denicke, H. P. Fessenden, Loring P. 
 Rixford, E. T. Houghton. 
 
 Elves and Sprites 
 
 Virgi Breen, Guido Delbucchia, Lorenzo Delbucchia, 
 Mosser Dougherty, George McDowell, Travers Murray, 
 Francis Odell, Walton Odell, Jesse Olsen, Jr., Henry 
 Olsen. 
 
 Members of t he Chorus 
 
 Harris C. Allen, A. A. Arbogast, R. M. Battison, H. 
 K. Baxter, Harold Brayton, C. F. Bulotti, C. Bundschu, 
 T. Burland, P. S. Carlton, E. D. Crandall, W. W. Davis, 
 T. G. Elliott, C. E. Engvick, C. J. Evans, G. C. Farley, 
 R. E. Fisher, J. D. Fletcher, H. E. Fossey, Oscar Frank, 
 
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W. E. Hague, J. D. Hartigan, R. B. Heath, A. G. 
 Heunisch, W. H. Hooke, H. E. Johnson, E. E. Jones, 
 L. A. Larsen, A. F. Lawton, E. C. Little, R. I. Lynas, 
 E. H. McCandlish, J. McEwing, W. A. Mitchell, P. J. 
 Mohr, W. P. Nielson, William Olney, H. L. Perry, 
 G. Purlenky, G. D. Reynolds, E. W. Roland, Benjamin 
 Romaine, J. D. Ruggles, A. W. Sperry, B. M. Stich, 
 E. L. Taylor, C. F. Volker, Mark White, M. O. Williams, 
 A. Y. Wood. E. Blanchard, Accompanist, 
 
 Stage Director Frank L. Mathieu 
 
 Master of Lighting and 
 
 Illumination Edward J. Duffey 
 
 -r, i Harry S. Fonda 
 
 P'^'"'^'^"^^ j Harry p. Carlton 
 
 Director of Aerial Flights . William H. Smith, Jr. 
 Director of Dances .... George B. de Long 
 
 Conductor Edward F. Schneider 
 
 Chorus Master E. D. Crandall 
 
 Concert Master John Josephs 
 
 To commemorate the Play: Apollo, a statue by 
 M. Earl Cummings 
 
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 ^SCENE: The sacred grove of Apollo, at the 
 base of Mount Olympus, the home of the gods. 
 TIME : Just before daybreak. Stage half lighted 
 at beginning of prelude, light gradually increasing 
 during the music, C. DISCOVERED : Pan, lying 
 asleep on a mossy bank. Centre. He moves uneasily 
 at times during the prelude, and at its close jumps 
 up with a cry and looks about as if dazed. 
 
 Pan 
 
 A dream! 'Twas but an empty, mocking dream! 
 And yet, so beautiful it was, methinks 
 It must be heaven-born! O, cruel fate 
 That I must wake to contemplate the thing 
 I am ! [Indicating his goat-like figure. Advances 
 
 slightly down stage] 
 It seemed the gods at last had learned 
 What pity means ! My penalty was paid ; 
 My expiation done ! This ugly form — 
 Distort, misshaped, half man half beast — was gone ! 
 Again I was a youth of perfect mold 
 That gods might love ! Playing my shepherd's reed 
 I led my flocks through fairest Arcady 
 In rural peace, my happiness complete ! 
 [Advances farther down stage] 
 
 It was a dream ! But may it not be more ^ 
 In this, Apollo's grove, the very air 
 Is charged with prophecy! Perchance, forsooth. 
 Some mystic power which guides the destinies 
 Of things to come hath left an impress here 
 
 [Indicating head] 
 
 Upon my mind distraught ! May not some thread 
 
 Of truth lie tangled in this flimsy web 
 
 Of fantasy? [After slight pause] 
 
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 If penance pays for wrong, 
 In thought or deed, no further debt I owe ! 
 If penitence profound, too deep for words, 
 May plead for mercy, e'en the gods on high 
 Must hear my prayers and grant me clemency ! 
 [His manner changes. In a lighter mood] 
 
 Yet would I not complain ! I mocked the gods ; 
 My punishment was just! I was a fool — 
 But everyone, sometime, hath played that role ! 
 The gods alone control ! Mere puny man 
 Is but a puppet plaything in their hands 
 And, knowing this too late, within this grove 
 I've learned submission and I've won content ! 
 [Brightly and almost joyously] 
 
 Music is mine ! In yonder friendly marsh 
 
 I found the reeds to fashion forth these pipes — 
 
 [Indicating^ 
 
 The pipes of Pan — whose magic melodies 
 Can summom forth the spirits of this place ! 
 I stole the laughter from the purling brook, 
 The tatoo of the hail upon the leaves, 
 The breeze's sigh, the carol of the thrush, 
 The earth's glad cry which greets the first spring 
 
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 And tuned them to the ring dove's mating call — 
 That note of love to which the world responds ! 
 Whene'er I breathe upon these luring pipes 
 The frisking squirrel's noisy chatter stops ; 
 The bees, the birds, the buds, the butterflies 
 Come trooping forth in sweet companionship 
 To give me joy in blest forgetfulness ! 
 
 [Turns upstage^ as if invoking the fairy folk] 
 [Recitative] 
 
 Come now, ye blithesome woodland elves ! 
 Ye fairy sprites, disport yourselves I 
 
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 %i^He plays upon his pipes and Gnomes and Elves 
 one by one appear from the ferns^ bushes, flowers 
 and trees upon the hillside. Without regularity of 
 movement they scamper down, surround Pan, en- 
 gage in a dance and revel. Part of the dancers re- 
 main on second stage and others farther up, giving 
 the appearance of life on the entire hillside. At the 
 conclusion of the dance an Owl, off stage, hoots 
 three times as a warning that danger threatens. Con- 
 sternation seizes the dancers, who evidently are 
 frightened. 
 
 Pan [Recitative^ 
 Hark! The sentinel owl gives warning! 
 Danger threatens us ! Away ! 
 
 ^_^The Gnomes and Elves scamper into their hid- 
 ing places and disappear. Pan assists in hurrying 
 them away and then turns, half defiantly, to face 
 the expected danger! The character of the music 
 changes to the motif of evil. There is a puff of 
 smoke and Maleficus, the spirit of evil, enters from 
 Left. 
 
 Maleficus [Addressing Pan] 
 Greetings, my good friend Pan ! How is 't with thee *? 
 
 Pan 
 Call me not friend ! In truth, thou hast no friend ! 
 I know thee now and, knowing, fear thee not! 
 
 Maleficus [In a conciliatory tone] 
 'Tis true thou knew me once. But I have changed 
 And, as I wronged thee greatly, now I seek 
 To pay the debt I owe thee, to the full, 
 In humble reparation for my sin ! 
 
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 That cannot be ! Within thy evil mind 
 
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 There lies no thought of just or good intent ! 
 Behold thy work! {^Indicating his figure^ 
 
 Maleficus 
 
 I'll grant I prompted thee 
 To mock the gods, because I hated them. 
 Could I foresee thy fate that followed fast? 
 
 [Advances toward Pan] 
 
 Our plans were right; but everything went wrong! 
 
 For that I'm not to blame ! What follows, then ? 
 
 Begin again ! We'll find some other course 
 
 To overthrow the gods and lay them low! 
 
 Join me once more, and thou shalt taste the sweets 
 
 Of full revenge ! 
 
 [Pan shakes his head negatively , and makes gesture 
 of refusal^ 
 
 Thou still art half a man; 
 But, if thou art content with this, I swear 
 I shall regret the change was not complete ! 
 
 [Laughs mockingly^ 
 Pan 
 
 The aim of law is justice, not revenge ! 
 Maleficus 
 
 There speaks thy lower half, thou ambling goat! 
 The cringing cur will turn to lick the hand 
 That smites it ! But no manly man acts thus ! 
 Servility is cowardice at best 
 And both are bestial traits. Be brave, good Pan ! 
 
 Pan [Sadly^ 
 Had I not wandered from the path of right 
 To follow thee, today I 'd be a man ! 
 
 Maleficus [In a wheedling tone] 
 
 'T is simple quite ! The gods themselves oft err. 
 They make mistakes like us of common clay. 
 
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 Along the path that this Apollo treads 
 I'll strew temptations thick and he will fall ! 
 He shall be first, since him I chiefly hate ! 
 Why should he rule this beauteous grove instead 
 Of thee or me*? 
 
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 Enough ! I'll hear no more ! 
 I've paid the price of disobedience ; 
 If thou art friendly tempt me not again ! 
 
 [Exit, Right] 
 Maleficus 
 Poor, silly fool ! I'll bend him to my will 
 And make him serve me like an abject slave I 
 Forsooth I need no aid to end my work ! 
 The greatest power that shapes the trend of life 
 Or death, is Evil ! I am everywhere ! 
 When once the gods are vanquished I will rule 
 Alone ! Meanwhile I'm willing quite to match 
 My cunning craftiness against their strength 
 And bide my time until I shall have won ! 
 When that hour comes I'll drive my frantic steeds, 
 Havoc and Ruin, 'round the world itself 
 And naught but chaos shall remain behind ! 
 
 [Crosses, Left. Stops and looks about] 
 
 But now to work ! Time presses ! I must haste ! 
 This is the sacred grove — Apollo's own — 
 And here will I begin ! These giant trees. 
 Which have for centuries stood staunchly fast 
 Against the elements, must be destroyed ! 
 The wrath of tempests and the thunderbolts 
 Of Jove they 've mocked to scorn ! I am supreme 
 And they must fall ! I'll wither up their roots 
 And sap their source of life ! The brooks, the springs 
 Which nourish them shall be no more ! The deer 
 Shall die of thirst ! No bird shall sing ! The air 
 Itself shall be a scorching flame of death! 
 
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 %i^Pani07mme during which the orchestra plays van- 
 ations of the motif of evil. With his wand of fire 
 Maleficus dries up the springs and withers the 
 flowers. Exit, Right, laughing sardonically. 
 
 Music changes to the Mercury theme. Mercury 
 enters upstage, second landing, and comes down dur- 
 ing music, looking about the grove as if surprised. 
 
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 What strange malefic power infests this place *? 
 The air is close ! It smells of death itself. 
 The flowers droop ! The springs are dry ! The leaves 
 Are withered, and it seems as if this grove 
 Itself were doomed ! All nature sighs and gasps ! 
 No flowery perfume fills the air ! The birds 
 Have ceased to sing ! These glorious trees themselves 
 No longer lift their haughty heads toward Heaven 
 In proud supremacy ! The gods on high 
 Olympus must be told of this forthwith ! 
 Apollo, master of this sacred spot. 
 Thy subjects here invoke thy potent aid I 
 
 ^^Flies upstage and off, crying as he goes, "Apollo ! 
 Apollo !" Music during the flight. After exit music 
 changes to Apollo theme — Apollo enters upstage, 
 third landing, and comes down during music theme. 
 Looks about in amazement, but walks with dignity 
 and does not hasten. Stops to contemplate a withered 
 flower. 
 
 Apollo 
 
 What's this ? 
 
 {Notices another flower^ 
 And this*? 
 
 [Notices another] 
 
 And this*? [Picks up flower] 
 
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 Am I awake 
 And do I see aright^ Now, by the gods 
 Who rule Olympus, vengeance sure and dire 
 Shall follow fast ! The thunderbolts of Jove 
 Shall blast the author of this monstrous crime ! 
 
 [To the flower^ which he holds in his hands tenderly^ 
 
 Poor, stricken one, go now to Mother Earth 
 That gave thee birth ! Anon thou shalt return 
 To us again in royal raiment clad — 
 The blush of beauty on thy velvet cheek ! 
 Thy honeyed lips shall lure the vagrant bee. 
 Thy fragrant breath shall woo the soft south breeze 
 And waft a blessing to a grateful world ! 
 God rest thee for a little while ! 
 
 [Places flower in the earthy 
 
 Sleep well ! 
 There is no death ! [Advances down stage^ Centre, 
 
 and addresses the great trees about him] 
 Ye godlike giants, who do sanctify 
 And dominate this place, on ye I call ! 
 Appear, ye Dryads of Sequoia land ! 
 'T is I, Apollo, who commands ! Stand forth ! 
 
 Cl, Dryads appear from the larger trees. 
 
 What wrong is here ? In what am I remiss *? 
 Mine ear is open ! Speak ! 
 
 [Dryads kneel appealing to Apollo] 
 
 Kneel not to me ! 
 'T is not thy master, but thy friend, who pleads ! 
 
 [Dryads rise] 
 First Dryad 
 Oh, thou who hast dominion here, give heed 
 To this our prayer ! Some potent, mystic force, 
 Unknown to us, hath wrought our fearful plight. 
 
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 We thirst ! We sigh ! We gasp for life itself ! 
 No cooling breeze now fans this favored spot ! 
 The brooks and springs are dry. How can we live 
 Since every artery is scorched*? The sap 
 Of life no longer courses through our veins ! 
 We pine and droop and fade I Give us relief ! 
 
 Apollo 
 
 [Turning upstage toward Mount Olympus^ 
 
 Olympian Jove, 't is I, thy son, who calls ! 
 Thy sweetest dews, thrice purified, I ask 
 To end this drought ! Send us the cool west wind 
 To chill the fires of hate that compass us ! 
 
 [Saplings move vigorously as if shaken by a brisk 
 
 breeze^ 
 
 See now, how every leaflet stirs in glad 
 Response ! The blessings which we have invoked 
 Are ours ! And now behold ! This waterfall 
 Shall give ye proof that e'en the gods on high 
 Stand guard o'er ye ! 
 
 %]^A waterfall appears on the hillside. The Dryads 
 dance about with delight. 
 
 Come forth, thou naiad queen ! 
 
 Ci^ Naiad steps forward through the falling water. 
 To the Naiad. 
 
 Rare beauty is thy birthright, gracious one ! 
 
 To thee 'tis given to please the ravished eye 
 
 With flashing splendors in thy diamond drops ; 
 
 To charm the ear with liquid melody. 
 
 To cool the wandering breeze, baptize the buds. 
 
 And bless the flowers with thy misty touch! 
 
 But beauty, for a time, must needs give way 
 
 To stern utility ! these giants tall — 
 
 Grim sentinels which guard thy blest abode — 
 
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 Invoke thine aid ! Seek subterranean ways, 
 Each path and avenue to reach their roots ! 
 Bathe them in Nature's tears until once more 
 They feel the thrill of life and health and strength ! 
 This is thy urgent mission ! Go ! Make haste ! 
 
 ^L^AiAD vanishes through the falling water and 
 the waterfall also disappears. The Dryads reenter 
 the big trees, leaving Apollo alone on stage. He 
 sings to the redwoods. 
 
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 Oh, redwoods, tall and stately, 
 
 Beneath whose friendly shade 
 For centuries and ages 
 
 The tribes of man have strayed. 
 We offer ye our homage 
 
 With fervent loyalty 
 And love and true devotion 
 
 Anew we pledge to ye ! 
 
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 Lift up your heads, Sequoias ! 
 
 Toward Heaven point the way ! 
 Teach man to worship Nature 
 
 And scoffers how to pray ! 
 The earliest kiss of sunrise. 
 
 The sunset's last salute. 
 Proclaim ye kings of woodland, 
 
 Unequaled — absolute ! 
 
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 When gods have passed away 
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 And each his part shall play ! 
 Inspire them with your greatness 
 
 And make them understand 
 The path which leads to Eden 
 
 Lies through Bohemia-land ! 
 
 %i^Music changes to the motif of Evil and Malefi- 
 cus enters from Right in a puff of smoke. He bows 
 to Apollo with great deference. 
 
 Apollo 
 
 What baneful mission brings thee to this place ^ 
 This is a hallowed spot. Go ! Get thee hence ! 
 
 Maleficus 
 
 One moment, pray ! Prove thou art truly great 
 And let me speak! 
 
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 Be brief! What dost thou here*? 
 Maleficus 
 I fain would pay my compliments to thee ! 
 
 Apollo 
 I trust thee not, for truly well I know 
 Thy lying tongue, thou monster of deceit ! 
 
 Maleficus 
 
 Be not so harsh ! I'll not deny I'm bad ; 
 But surely thou hast naught to fear from me ! 
 Though erring mortals oft I trick and cheat, 
 Against the gods themselves my wiles are vain ! 
 Be lenient with me ! Cherish thou no grudge ! 
 
 Apollo 
 Mere idle words ; but have thy say at once ! 
 
 Maleficus 
 Think it not strange that I, of ill repute 
 Should worship thee! 'Tis but a tribute just 
 
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 That evil pays to good I With thee, in truth 
 
 I sympathize, for justice is not ours ! 
 
 'T is contrast that must gauge the meed of worth ! 
 
 If all were good what credit would there lie 
 
 In being good ^ Thy goodness would be nil 
 
 Except for me and what I represent ! 
 
 Each atom of this cosmic universe 
 
 Some purpose serves ! I am thy dearest friend 
 
 And yet I am by all the world despised ! 
 
 To me that matters not ; I am content 
 
 To be thy slave if I but aid to make 
 
 Thee greater still! If justice were not blind 
 
 Thou would 'st be heralded throughout the world 
 
 Like Mars and Neptune ! Why should 'st thou be 
 
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 Within the narrow confines of a grove*? 
 The jealous hand of history records 
 No deed of thine to set the world agog ! 
 Thou art suppressed, o'ershadowed day by day, 
 Whilst they, of lesser worth, win lasting fame ! 
 Why should Olympian Jove, who orders all, 
 'Gainst thee and me discriminate ^ Why not 
 Demand thy rights, which justice should accord? 
 
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 Maleficus, thy motive is most clear ! 
 Know thou that in mine inmost thought there lies 
 No jealous spark of envy ! Thou hast failed ! 
 Go now forever from my sight and ne'er 
 Again invade the limits of my realm ! 
 
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 One further word ! Thou wilt not treat with me ; 
 
 The penalty be thine I Know, then, the truth I 
 
 I hate thee ! Now an open war I'll wage 
 
 'Gainst thee and thine ! Henceforth no quarter ask I 
 
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 ^LMaleficus hesitates a moment, regarding Apollo 
 zuttk anger, then laughs sardonically and exits, Left. 
 Apollo slowly follows him off, as if to make sure 
 that evil has been driven from the grove. Enter, 
 Right, Clytie, a vestal virgin, with cruet of oil, 
 censer and incense. She advances to altar near large 
 redwood and, in pantomime, goes through devotional 
 ceremonies in worship of the gods on Mount Olym- 
 pus, above. She pours oil upon the coals. Flames 
 dance up and she puts incense on them, which causes 
 smoke to rise. She swings the censer, kneels, rises 
 and swings the censer again. In the midst of these 
 devotions Pan enters upstage from Right and starts 
 to cross Left, but at Centre notices Clytie, unseen 
 by her, and stops as if astonished and enraptured by 
 a beautiful vision. He soliloquizes during the de- 
 votions. 
 
 Pan 
 
 What lovely vision greets mine eyes ! A maid 
 Immaculate, unsullied by earth's touch ! 
 She seems, indeed, an angel sent from heaven 
 To bless the sight of man ! FU swear she's chaste 
 As she is beautiful ! No sinful thought 
 E'er finds lodgment there ! See how the flames 
 Do dance with amorous joy at sight of her ! 
 Within my breast a feeling stirs I thought 
 Had long been dead ! She seemeth Heaven born 
 And yet to me she kinship bears in that 
 We both are human ! [After slight hesitation] 
 
 I will speak to her ! 
 [Steps forward, his arms extended appealingly] 
 Oh, maiden, fair, let pity rule thy heart ! 
 
 [H] 
 
apouol 
 
 [Clytie starts, gazes at him with wonderment and 
 
 fear, and, swinging the censer about her as if for 
 
 protection from Pan, exits, Right] 
 
 Pan [Advancing down stage. Centre, with gesture 
 of despair after Clytie's exit] 
 
 Oh, deepest woe I It needed only this 
 
 To make my lonely wretchedness complete ! 
 
 I've lost the world itself in losing love ! 
 
 The sweet companionships which here I found 
 
 With fairy folk are truly dear to me ; 
 
 But love alone can satisfy the soul 
 
 And fill the measure of life's brimming cup ! 
 
 [He sings] 
 
 THE SONG OF PAN 
 
 I 
 
 Oh, deepest woe I 
 
 At last I know 
 The full damnation of my fearful fate ! 
 
 To mortal eyes 
 
 This cursed guise 
 Makes me appear a thing to shun and hate ! 
 
 My grisly plight 
 
 Appals the sight 
 And fills with horror all who are not blind ! 
 
 Would I had died. 
 
 Since I'm denied 
 The blest companionship of humankind ! 
 
 Would I had died ! 
 
 Would I had died ! 
 
 II 
 
 The fairy folks that here abide 
 
 Are loyal friends of mine ! 
 But, though they are instinct with life, 
 
 They lack one spark divine, 
 
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 'Q-i 
 
 >(^' 
 
 )Q^^ 
 
 »e^^ 
 
 i^ 
 
Apollo 
 
 They are not moved by passion's thrill! 
 
 To them love is unknown ! 
 Without a mate I'm doomed to live 
 
 Companionless — alone I 
 
 III 
 
 Oh, fearful fate that makes me this ! 
 
 What living death is mine! 
 Give me but love ! I'll ask no more, 
 
 Nor murmur, nor repine ! 
 Apollo great, to thee I call ! 
 
 Remove thy awful ban 
 And thee I'll serve forever more ! 
 
 Relent ! Make me a man ! 
 
 d^/4^ conclusion of song Pan runs upstage as if 
 appealing to the gods personally and exits toward 
 Right. Enter Maleficus to the motif of eviU from 
 Left. He glances apprehensively about as if fearing 
 pursuit and stealthily crosses to Centre. 
 
 Maleficus 
 
 The fight is on ! Henceforth shall be no truce ! 
 He knows me as I am! Now strategy 
 Must win, for open war with him would fail ! 
 My cunning traps I'll set with artful craft 
 But he must not suspect the bait I use ! 
 Temptation's power must lay him low ! He shall 
 Defeat himself ! 
 
 [The voice of Bacchus, off stage^ Right, is heard 
 
 singing^ 
 But lo ! who Cometh here ^ 
 [Singing continues^ 
 
 'Tis Bacchus! And in jovial mood he seems! 
 
 Now, by my luck, here is an ally strong 
 
 To help mine ends ! Him have I often sought 
 
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Apollo 
 
 And he hath served me well ! No strangers we ! 
 And yet he is as wax within my hands 
 To mold and shape and fashion as I will ! 
 
 d^ Bacchus enters from Right. He sings. 
 
 Bacchus 
 May all of your troubles 
 Be lighter than bubbles ! 
 
 Drink up and drive care away ! 
 Here's death to all sorrow ! 
 Who cares for tomorrow, 
 
 So long as we're jolly today*? 
 [He stops abruptly on seeing Maleficus] 
 Maleficus 
 Hail, Bacchus, and well met ! I pledge thy health ! 
 [Raises his hand as if drinking a toast] 
 Bacchus 
 Such pledges stand for naught ! Drink thou but air *? 
 There 's yet wine in the world ! Willst have a cup ? 
 
 [About to pour wine from a goatskin hung over his 
 shoulder. Maleficus hastens to decline] 
 
 Maleficus 
 
 Nay, nay, good Bacchus ! With a thousand thanks 
 Perforce I must decline ! I need my wits ! 
 Clear minds are not preserved in alcohol ! 
 I am no weakling as thy minions are ! 
 
 Bacchus 
 How say'st thou"? "Weakling'?" 'Tis a sorry jest! 
 
 Maleficus 
 Not so — I speak the truth ! Consider well : 
 
 [Argumentatively] 
 If thou art truly great and powerful 
 Why dost thou deal with underlings alone % 
 
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 'Q-, 
 
 'Q. 
 
 ?«'' 
 
 >Qi^ 
 
r^H 
 
 Spallo 
 
 'Tis easy quite to snare an addled brain 
 And warp the judgment of a mind diseased. 
 What credit comes from such a victory *? 
 *Tis easy, too, to bend the weakened will 
 Till resolution snaps and hope is dead ! 
 Is that a proof of greatness or of strength^ 
 
 Bacchus 
 Ho, ho ! Reformer ! What hath changed thee so *? 
 Am I to blame that all fools are not wise *? 
 Good wine is helpful ! Oft it brings the flush 
 Of health to wan and wasted cheeks ! It lights 
 The eye and fans anew ambition's spark! 
 Wine is a servant good ! 
 
 Maleficus 
 A master bad ! 
 
 Bacchus 
 Why preachest thou of good or bad to me ? 
 Maleficus 
 
 Because I love thee and would hold thee so ! 
 I grant that thou art great ! Be greater still ! 
 Forsake thy present course and, for a time 
 Join battle with thine equals ! Test thyself ! 
 Then, if thou needs must yield what hast thou lost *? 
 But if thou win what name in all the world 
 Shall rank with thine ^ 
 
 Bacchus 
 Thy sermon hath no text! 
 What further proof is needed now to show 
 My sway"? The rich, the poor, the powerful 
 And e'en the wise pay tribute to my will ! 
 Dost thou presume to question my estate *? 
 
 Maleficus 
 
 Ah no, good Bacchus ! Pray mistake me not ! 
 Great power counts for naught when ill applied ! 
 
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 ^G*-' 
 
Apollo 
 
 
 Thou art, against the weak, invincible ; 
 True glory comes from conquering the strong ! 
 Albeit a most useful end is served. 
 Who crowns the cat that kills the timid mouse *? 
 But if the cat a brave defense puts up 
 Against attacking curs and drive them off, 
 She wins renown and therein honor lies ! 
 Ambition's voice should urge thee to aspire 
 To greater heights ! Seek thou a worthy foe ! 
 
 Bacchus [Swaggering] 
 
 I challenge thee ! Be plain ! Proclaim the test. 
 
 Maleficus 
 
 That speech rings true ! A wager ! Shall it be *? 
 
 Bacchus 
 Set forth the terms, to which I must agree ! 
 
 Maleficus 
 Apollo, master of this grove, knows naught 
 Of wine, carouse or revelry. 'Gainst him 
 Direct thy shafts of cunning craftiness. 
 If thou succeed in luring him to fall. 
 With whirling brain, and maudlin, misty thoughts, 
 And stammering tongue that hath forgot its use, 
 I do engage, throughout the current year 
 To serve thee as thy faithful, bounden slave ; 
 But, if thou fail, then shalt thou for a year 
 Obey all my commands ! What sayest thou *? 
 
 Bacchus 
 'T is done ! The wager stands ! I crave the chance 
 To prove that Bacchus is indeed a king ! 
 May kindly Fate spur on the laggard hour 
 Which puts my strength and mettle to the test ! 
 
 Maleficus 
 Now, win or lose, each way I gain my wish ! 
 
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 ISlpoUa 
 
 %i^Ckorus of male voices is heard off stage^ Rights 
 singing a drinking song. As Bacchus and Malefi- 
 cus shake hands to bind the wager they stop and 
 listen intently, 
 
 I'll send yon band of roisterers to thee 
 To aid thee in the task which thou hast set. 
 
 [Singing continues^ 
 
 Thy quarry oft doth pass this way. Make no 
 
 Mistake and let no single chance escape 
 
 To bring him down I Play well thy siren role I 
 
 [Laughs sardonically and exits. Right] 
 Bacchus 
 Presumptious fool to question thus my power ! 
 It but remains for me to prove he's wrong I 
 
 [Singing suddenly ceases, as if interrupted] 
 I'll make my victory complete I The world 
 Shall bow to me as master from this day ! 
 
 ti^Enter Band of Roisterers from Right, laugh- 
 ing boisterously. 
 
 What ho, my lads ! Come, gather 'round me here ! 
 Fill every cup ! Aye, bumpers I To the brim ! 
 
 [Drinking horns are filled from the goatskin of 
 Bacchus] 
 Forget the past, excepting what you love 
 And cherish best in memory ! A song ! 
 
 Male Chorus [Sings] 
 
 Ho, lads and lasses. 
 Come, fill your glasses 
 
 And let's be jolly, while yet we may ! 
 Away with sighing 
 For time is flying ! 
 
 We die tomorrow ! Let's live today ! 
 
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 Apollo 
 
 Fill every cup 
 
 To the brim ! Fill up 
 
 And pledge to every heart that's true ! 
 So here's to pleasure 
 In endless measure 
 
 For all good fellows ! I drink to you ! 
 
 A Bacchanalian revel with dancing follows and 
 IS interrupted by the entrance of Apollo from Left. 
 
 Apollo 
 What means such uproar *? 'T is a grave offense ! 
 Who leads the profanation of this place 
 Wherein dwells gentle peace and quietude^ 
 Make answer swift, ye yelping, howling hounds ! 
 
 Bacchus 
 My lord Apollo, hear me but a trice ! 
 This glorious grove, so beautiful and fair, 
 Hath stirred our souls to tuneful ecstasy ! 
 We could but voice the joy which welled in us 
 And cried for utterance ! Forgive us, pray, 
 For this offense, which malice did not prompt! 
 
 Apollo 
 An overt act which reason doth not guide 
 
 Hath no excuse ! _, 
 
 Bacchus 
 
 Yet gods, like men, may err ! 
 
 Mine is the wrong, if wrong there be in this ! 
 
 Let not displeasure fall on these my friends 
 
 Who feel the glad exuberance of youth 
 
 And give it tongue without intent of wrong ! 
 
 They sing the praises of thy blest domain 
 
 And fain would toast thy health in flowing wine. 
 
 As proof of friendship wilt thou drink with us *? 
 
 ^Offers drink to Apollo. Maleficus appears up- 
 stage on Rights and listens intently. 
 
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 Stpollo 
 
 Apollo 
 
 Bacchus, thou hast a mission well defined — 
 To aid the ill, to nourish health and strength, 
 To foster happiness ! The world needs thee ! 
 
 [Maleficus laughs sardonically & dances with joy] 
 
 No word I urge against the use of wine; 
 It's misuse all condemn — there lies the wrong ! 
 Though Liberty is sweet she hath one son 
 Of wayward bent, young License, dissolute. 
 Him shouldst thou check and curb! I'll drink no 
 wine ! [Declines the drink] 
 
 'T is dangerous at best and in its use 
 Discretion wise should moderate desire ! 
 
 Bacchus [Sarcastically] 
 
 'T is cowardice alone withholds thy hand ! 
 If thou art friendly and art not afraid 
 Pledge with us in a single brimming cup ! 
 
 [Again presents drink which Apollo declines] 
 
 Apollo 
 
 The cup I drink to health and happiness 
 
 Is filled from Nature's living, crystal fount! 
 
 [Indicating spring] 
 Bacchus 
 In water? Why, upon my soul it is 
 A drink for rats ! Life laughs in sparkling wine ! 
 
 First Roisterer [Slightly intoxicated] 
 It were a shame to waste good wine on him ! 
 
 [Laughs boisterously] 
 
 Apollo 
 
 The laugh of Folly dies upon the lips 
 And leaves no echo in the heart or soul ! 
 Corroding Care cannot be drowned in drink; 
 
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 I'C^"' 
 
 »G»'' 
 
Apollo 
 
 Anon she reappears and brings with her 
 Remorse and Wretchedness ! 
 
 Bacchus [Sneeringly] 
 
 Thou art a god, 
 Then wherefore act the ass *? Thou slave of fear, 
 If thou distrust thyself, renounce thy high 
 Estate ! Recruit the craven, quav'ring ranks 
 Of timorous dames and silly fools who think 
 Each nightmare real ! 
 
 Apollo 
 
 A truce to parley vain ! 
 Intemperance in speech avails thee not. 
 It is a traitor to thy base designs ! 
 Begone vile harpies, from this hallowed spot 
 Before my patience breaks I 
 
 [Roisterers, now silent, start toward Left in fear^ 
 Bacchus following them] 
 
 Bacchus [Left] 
 One word, my lord — 
 
 Apollo [Interrupting] 
 That shalt thou truly have — one only ! Go ! 
 
 CLBacchus and Roisterers exeunt. Left, laughing 
 derisively. Maleficus tiptoes off. Right. Mercury 
 flies down from Left. 
 
 Behold, the winged messenger himself ! 
 What business is afoot*? 
 
 [Mercury alights] 
 
 Mercury 
 Most noble lord, 
 I bring a message from imperious Jove ! 
 His Gracious Majesty hath pleased to plan 
 A visit to this grove within the hour, 
 
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 Apollo 
 
 With various members of the royal court, 
 For conference with thee upon affairs 
 Of utmost moment to the throne I 
 
 Apollo 
 'Tis well! 
 Inform his Majesty at once that I 
 Attend upon his wish to meet him here ! 
 
 [Mercury flies up and off. Left] 
 
 Some weighty project must impend which calls 
 For thoughtful care ! Grave premonitions now 
 Disturb my mind ! Strange omens indicate 
 Some great event is near ! This is, indeed, 
 A most portentous hour I 
 
 Pan [Off stage, Right, calls] 
 My Lord! My Lord! 
 
 Apollo 
 Who calls? 
 
 Pan enters from Right. 
 
 Pan 
 
 'T is I — thy humblest servant. Pan ! 
 Give me but leave to speak ! 
 
 Be unafraid ! 
 
 Say on ! 
 
 Apollo 
 
 Pan 
 
 My lord, thou art with dangers thick 
 Beset on every hand ! Thine enemy, 
 Maleficus, doth plot thine overthrow ! 
 He e'en hath dared to seek mine aid in this 
 Most fiendish scheme ! Prithee, be warned in time ! 
 Ten thousand lives like mine Fd gladly give 
 To save thee now ! He caused my fall and well 
 I know his power ! My fate is worse than death ! 
 
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 }Qi* 
 
 )<ii^ 
 
 'G»- 
 
 )<^* 
 
Apollo 
 
 Apollo 
 He tempted thee and thus thou didst rebel 
 Against the gods. Thy punishment was mine. 
 The power to punish hath an equal right 
 To pardon, too I Thy lesson hast thou learned. 
 Stand forth a man ! 
 
 [Pan zs changed into a youth] 
 
 Pan 
 
 Now gods be praised ! And thou ! 
 My thankful heart o'erflows with gratitude ! 
 
 [Kneels to Apollo] 
 Apollo 
 
 Nay, rise, good Pan ! [Pan rises\ 
 
 The pleasure in this act 
 Is mine ! 'T is better far to render good 
 Than punish wrong ! 
 
 Pan 
 
 Thou art a god, indeed ! 
 
 Apollo 
 Tell me, I pray, since now thou art a man, 
 In what way lies thy course*? 
 
 Pan 
 
 Led by my heart 
 I go to seek the one great priceless boon 
 Which hath been me denied. I search for love ! 
 
 Apollo 
 For love % And what is love *? Gods know it not ! 
 
 \They sing duet] 
 
 OH, LOVE DIVINE 
 
 Pan [Sings] 
 
 Love is a wondrous, mystic power which blends 
 Two souls in one ! It hath no end I It knows 
 
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 apoUcT] 
 
 J^L 
 
 No change ! 'T is constant as the sun ! Beyond 
 All measurements of worth — more priceless far 
 Than gold — this greatest boon of life divine 
 Is blest a thousand fold ! 
 
 Apollo [Sings] 
 Whence cometh love*? 
 And who hath love ? And where doth it abide ^ 
 Is it a thing of earth alone *? Is it 
 Creation wide *? 
 
 Pan [Sings] 
 
 Within the human heart 
 It dwells and rules with magic sway the rich 
 And poor, the high and low ; e'en kings themselves 
 Obey! 
 
 Apollo [Sings] 
 
 What blest reward doth love bestow 
 On them that it possess? 
 
 Pan [Sings] 
 
 It fills the heart 
 And soul with peace, content and happiness ! 
 
 Apollo and Pan [Sing] 
 
 Oh, Love divine, 
 
 Would thou wert mine! 
 All else on earth I'd fain renounce 
 
 For thee alone ! 
 
 Thee I adore ! 
 
 Come, I implore, 
 And fill my heart and soul and life ! 
 
 Claim thou thine own ! 
 
 [At conclusion of duet Pan again attempts to kneel 
 
 to Apollo, who interrupts him. Orchestra music 
 
 continues through the succeeding scene] 
 
 Apollo 
 Waste not good time in proffering thy thanks 
 
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 »G*"' 
 
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Apollo 
 
 ^7« 
 
 But seize the golden hour within thy grasp ! 
 God speed thee well and give thee full success! 
 
 [Pan runs off Right] 
 What wonder-working charm is that which man 
 Calls love *? It rules the heart and soul and lifts 
 The lowly far above the things of earth 
 To revel in content ineffable ! 
 Yon shepherd lad, when he shall find his mate, 
 Will be far greater than the gods themselves ! 
 He'll know true happiness and taste the joys 
 Of full possession of the heart's desires ! 
 There's naught in high Olympus that can fill 
 The rounded measure of perfected life ! 
 In truth I envy him ! 
 
 ti^Enter Clytie from Right. She goes through de- 
 votional ceremonies at altar. Apollo regards her 
 with apparent amazement. 
 
 Am I awake*? 
 What vision fair is this that feasts the eye 
 And satisfies the soul*? See how she kneels 
 In prayer and supplication to the gods ! 
 'Twere fitter far the gods themselves should bow 
 To such as she ! What grace ! What beauty rare ! 
 What symmetry of form ! What loveliness 
 Is hers ! At last my dormant heart begins 
 To wake ! My soul cries out for sympathy ! 
 My pulses throb and thrill ! I know not why ! 
 [Advances slightly. Clytie notices him and starts 
 with surprise and alarm. She is about to flee when 
 
 Apollo hastily interposes] 
 Let no fear chill thy breast, for all is well ! 
 'T is I, Apollo, who would speak with thee ! 
 
 [Advances again\ 
 The gods on high have heard thy every prayer. 
 Hear thou a god who fain would worship thee ! 
 
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 >^i 
 
l^l 
 
 Apollo 
 
 I am no mortal, as thou knowest well, 
 Yet, as a mortal might, I humbly plead I 
 Companionship I crave which love cements ! 
 
 [After slight pause] 
 
 This is my own domain ! I'm master here 
 And everything within this grove hath life ; 
 But life is empty if it know not love I 
 
 CLApollo upstage. Centre, facing Clytie. The hill- 
 side is at Apollo's back; Clytie faces it. Dryads 
 appear from the larger trees. 
 
 The spirits of these monarch trees with me 
 Have close communion ! Well I know them all 
 And dear I hold them, every one ! 
 
 fX^On hillside. Rear, Gnomes, Elves and Sprites 
 appear from ferns, bushes and hidden nooks. Panto- 
 mime by Clytie. 
 
 The gnomes 
 And elves and fairy folk that here abide 
 Are pleasant comrades, quick to do my will ! 
 
 (L Brownies appear from the rocks. 
 These rugged rocks are not insensate things 
 CL Waterfall appears with Naiad. 
 
 And every waterfall lives, laughs and leaps ! 
 
 [Pantomime by Clytie. The Fairy Folk evince 
 delight by throwing kisses to the lovers. The hill- 
 side seems alive and in motion, though silent] 
 
 The flowers which deck this mystic woodland glade 
 Have lent their beauty to adorn thyself ! 
 Whence comes the whiteness of thy virgin soul ? 
 The lily is thy prototype ! And whence 
 
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ifapoUo 
 
 The blush which glorifies thy mantled cheeks 
 From queenly rose, herself no whit more fair ! 
 Who taught thee modesty ? Earth's fairest flower, 
 The violet ! Whence comes the priceless gold 
 Which lies entangled in thy sun-kissed hair*? 
 From buttercup and marigold ! And whence 
 The azure hue reflected in thine eyes ? 
 The larkspur and the bluebell gave thee that ! 
 
 [After slight pause, rapturously^ 
 
 Thou flower of flowers, ordained to rule as queen 
 Within the garden of transcendent love, 
 Shrink not ! Together let us face the sun 
 That all the world may know that we are one ! 
 
 CL ^^^ music swells to a passionate climax, Apollo 
 holds out his arms appealmgly, Clytie raises her 
 arms, drops the censer with a crash and they em- 
 brace. The Fairy Folk dance joyously as the lovers 
 slowly exeunt. Right. Suddenly the music changes 
 to the motif of evil. Fairies disappear as Malefi- 
 cus enters from Left. Crosses toward Right, laugh- 
 ing sardonically, and picks up censer. He dances with 
 glee and swings censer mockingly as he hurries off. 
 Right. The music modulates into a strain of sad- 
 ness, which suddenly changes into the Jupiter motif. 
 Jupiter, Mars, Neptune, Mammon, Bacchus, 
 Mercury and Attendants march down from Left. 
 They form a group about Jupiter. 
 
 Jupiter 
 The hour is ripe for council ! Grave affairs 
 Of state demand our deep and careful thought! 
 The times have changed since first our rule began 
 And with them we must change or own defeat ! 
 Of Ignorance and Superstition born 
 We wage a losing fight against the hosts 
 Of Progress, Truth and clear Enlightenment ! 
 
 [29] 
 
 }Q*^ 
 
 ^ 
 
 
f^J 
 
 japoiio 
 
 ffOi 
 
 Mere children who but know the rudiments 
 
 Of science laugh the gods to scorn and use 
 
 Us for their ends ! Mark how my thunderbolts 
 
 Are rendered harmless by Invention's craft ! 
 
 My lightning hath been taught to do the will 
 
 Of man, to turn night into day, to drive 
 
 The wheels of power and join with instant thought 
 
 All peoples and all places of the world ! 
 
 My winds themselves are now no longer free ! 
 
 The husbandmen hath harnessed them, forsooth, 
 
 To pump up water for the lowing kine 
 
 And grind the golden grain ! Our days of proud 
 
 Supremacy are drawing to their close. 
 
 For progress is the very law of life ! 
 
 Mars 
 
 By thy permission I would lodge complaint 
 Against that self-same cause. Are no more names 
 To blazen forth and burn upon the page 
 Of history ^ Must Mars now sheathe his sword *? 
 When brute force ruled the world and might was 
 
 right 
 The conqueror who won his crown was hailed 
 As one supremely great. The public eye 
 Saw only him and all acclaimed the man ; 
 But, in these latter days, when War cries out: 
 "Behold the man !" Peace makes reply, "Regard 
 The men !" and Reason echoes her appeal ! 
 Nations, it's true, like men, at times, go mad 
 And rage like beasts to glut their greed for blood; 
 But madness is a curse to be abhorred 
 And war no longer leads to glory or 
 To fame. By all the gods, I am ashamed 
 To stand as sponsor for this monstrous thing I 
 
 Jupiter 
 True wisdom, soon or late must win ! When man 
 Grows fully wise grim war will be no more ! 
 
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 SipoUo 
 
 
 And in that day no one will win more fame 
 Than he who best hath served his fellow man ! 
 Advancement marks thine end ! 
 
 Neptune 
 
 Your Majesty, 
 The name of Neptune causes fear no more ! 
 Invention's art hath robbed me of my work ! 
 No longer men go down to sea in ships 
 Whose frailties tempt the angry wind and wave ! 
 No sudden storms surprise the fisher folk 
 For science warns them of my every mood! 
 My foaming chargers ride the billows' crests 
 But find no victims in their onward course ! 
 The glory that was mine is gone ! 
 
 Jupiter 
 Thou, too. 
 Must share the fate that follows all of us ! 
 
 Mammon 
 
 Men call me great and worship at my shrine 
 But Mammon's power grows weaker day by day ! 
 No longer is my dominance complete. 
 For Wisdom's voice doth ever cry aloud 
 That money may be good but 'tis not best 
 And they who seek the higher things of life 
 Regard me with disdain and strive to win 
 The things which money cannot buy or sell ! 
 
 Jupiter 
 
 Thy power is great; but 'tis not paramount 
 For good or ill. And, in these latter days. 
 True Wisdom is thy most relentless foe. 
 For money madness marks the mind diseased ! 
 The time will come when man shall cherish thee 
 But for the good that thou canst do — a means 
 To gain an end — not for thyself alone ! 
 
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ff^i 
 
 rf^i 
 
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 Apollo 
 
 Then wilt thou be no god and hence thy days 
 Are numbered, too ! 
 
 Bacchus 
 Science and common sense 
 Be damned ! My deepest curse upon them both ! 
 They rob me of my dues and cheat my hopes ! 
 The drunkard, just within my grasp, escapes 
 Because, forsooth, some scientific fool 
 Claims drunkenness is merely a disease 
 Which medicine can cure ! Ah, what is worse, 
 He proves it, too I And hence I am undone ! 
 
 Jupiter 
 
 Bacchus, thou wert a god ; but god thou art 
 No more — a tempter only of the weak ! 
 Thou hast o'erthrown thyself and Reason clear 
 Henceforth shall fill the cup ! Thy sun hath set ! 
 
 [Looks about the group] 
 
 One well beloved face I miss ! Pray where 
 Is fair Apollo, master of this grovel 
 
 CMaleficus enters from Right. Jupiter addresses 
 Mercury. 
 
 Make search at once and bid him hasten here ! 
 
 [Mercury flies off from Left to Right] 
 
 Maleficus [Laughs sardonically as he comes for- 
 ward] 
 A fruitless quest ! Apollo will not come ! 
 He's occupied with more important things ! 
 
 Jupiter 
 
 How say'st thou^ "Occupied"? Explain thy words! 
 What keeps him from our side *? 
 
 Maleficus [Gloatingly] 
 A simple maid 
 Who hath more power to sway him than thyself I 
 
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 Apollo 
 
 Apollo treads no more Olympian paths ! 
 He hath forgotten what a god should be 
 And sighs and simpers like a lovesick swain 
 Who first feels Cupid's dart I A silly wench 
 Now holds him captive at her feet ! Poor fool ! 
 
 Jupiter 
 
 What's this*? Now, by our scepter and our crown, 
 If thou but speak the truth, dire punishment 
 Shall follow fast ! 'T is past belief ! Thy proof ! 
 
 Maleficus 
 
 Apollo is not here — what doth he now ^ 
 Shall he play truant when great Jove commands 
 His aid in council *? Thou art pushed aside ! 
 Another hath supplanted thee as king — 
 A skirted vixen who doth bid him come. 
 Or go, or stay, or dance, as suits her whim ! 
 Ha, ha ! Ho, ho ! All hail, great Womanhood I 
 
 [Laughs mockingly^ 
 
 Jupiter [Enraged^ 
 
 Peace, slanderer ! The truth shall straightway show 
 How vicious is thy lying, serpent tongue ! 
 
 %[^Enter Apollo and Clytie from Right. They 
 cross slowly toward Jupiter and are so absorbed 
 in each other that they do not notice the gods who 
 regard them with amazement. To Apollo. 
 
 Stand where thou art ! [Apollo and Clytie stop] 
 
 What means this rebel act^ 
 If thou hast aught to say in thy defense 
 Speak out ! Frame thy excuse well ! 
 
 Apollo [Advancing a step beyond Clytie] 
 
 Great Sire, 
 I have no words to voice the grief I feel 
 
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rfSl 
 
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 ffi>^ 
 
 ff^< 
 
 !3pollo 
 
 If I have given offense ! I yield to none 
 In loyalty to thee ! Thy will is mine ! 
 Today I strayed along the path which leads 
 To happiness and heaven on earth ! All else 
 To me was naught ! I only knew I loved 
 And was loved in return ! Swift-footed Time 
 Outran my fixed intent to meet thee here ! 
 
 Jupiter 
 Thy explanation brings no just excuse! 
 Hast thou forgotten that thou art a god *? 
 
 Apollo 
 Nay, sire ! Today I truly know I am, 
 Indeed, a god, since love hath come to me ! 
 
 Jupiter 
 What baleful madness thus obsesses thee*? 
 Hath Reason left her throne ^ No liege of ours 
 Shall consort with a thing of common clay ! 
 
 [To Clytie] 
 Stand forth, thou witch! [Clytie advances to- 
 
 ward Apollo and stands beside him] 
 Indeed thou art most fair 
 And therefore art thou dangerous ! Thy form 
 I cast in beauty's mold ; but nevermore 
 Shalt thou appeal to passion's weaknesses ! 
 Since beauty is thy dow'r that shalt thou have 
 To please the eye alone. Thou shalt become 
 A flower! 
 
 Apollo [Excitedly intervening] 
 Nay, nay, my lord ! Say thou not so ! 
 Spare her and let thy sentence fall on me ! 
 Without her, life for me holds naught henceforth ! 
 Give her to me and gladly I'll renounce 
 My high estate itself ! I'll walk the earth 
 A godlike mortal and will envy none 
 On high Olympus ! 
 
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Apollo 
 
 Jupiter [Furiously] 
 
 Treason now ! This calls 
 For death ! Blow winds ! Unleash our thunderbolts ! 
 
 %i^A terrific storm follows^ with high zvinds^ rain^ 
 thunder and lightning — the stage is dark^ except- 
 ing when flashes of lightning illuminate it. In the 
 midst of the conimotion Maleficus is seen leaping 
 about in jubilation and his voice is heard in loud 
 laughter. When the storm ends all is silence and 
 darkness for a moment. Then the voice of Pan is 
 heard. 
 
 Pan 
 
 Let there be light! Ye Fireflies, lend your aid 
 That order may be brought from chaos ! Quick ! 
 
 CL Fireflies begin to dance over the dark hillside. 
 
 Bring torches ! Torches ! Drive away the dark ! 
 All is not lost ! Still burns our altar fire ! 
 
 [Torches are hurriedly lighted at the altar and dis- 
 tributed about the stage^ which becomes half-lighted^ 
 so that figures are visible] 
 
 Let's know the worst and see what Havoc wrought ! 
 [He moves torch about as if examining ground] 
 
 What fearful tragedy is here ! 
 
 [Holds torch close to body on the ground] 
 
 [To Jupiter] 
 
 Mine eyes 
 Refuse to view the awful sight! Thy son, 
 Apollo, hast thou rashly slain ! Behold ! 
 
 [Holds torch nearer and starts back with an ex- 
 clamation.] 
 Maleficus ! 
 
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Apollo 
 
 [To Jupiter] 
 
 Thy thunderbolt hath found 
 A fitter mark ! 
 
 [ To Attendants] 
 What ho I Bear this away ! 
 
 ^l^The body is removed, Right. Where Clytie last 
 was seen, stands a large sunflower to which Pan di- 
 rects attention. To Jupiter. 
 
 Hath pity now no place within thy breast *? 
 Behold this martyr, sacrificed to love, 
 The flower symbol of a virgin soul ! 
 
 Jupiter [Deeply moved'] 
 
 This is the end ! For us life holds no more I 
 The gods have had their day ! Oblivion, hail ! 
 
 [Addressing the other gods] 
 
 Go now, henceforth to live alone in myth 
 And legend I Lead the way ! Jove follows ye ! 
 
 [The gods one by one salute Jupiter, extinguish 
 their torches and exeunt] 
 
 And now, ye proud Olympian heights, farewell ! 
 
 Before we go record our last decree 
 
 Which justice doth demand! Our dearest son, 
 
 Apollo, is no more a god. He fell 
 
 A sacrifice before the power of love; 
 
 But, if in truth it be a crime to love, 
 
 Know ye that Jove himself is guilty, too, 
 
 For we loved him ! His noble soul shall live 
 
 Forevermore, and, as the sun, each day 
 
 Shall guide the world itself and give to man 
 
 Light, life and love ! 
 
 [Addressing sunflower] 
 
 To thee who won his heart 
 Apollo shall return reincarnate, 
 
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 And at that fateful hour thou shalt assume 
 Thy human form again and mate with him! 
 
 [Turns toward Olympus^ 
 
 See how Olympus glows, e'en now, to greet 
 The dawning of life's perfect day ! Rejoice, 
 Ye sons of earth, rejoice ! Farewell, for aye ! 
 
 %[^Extinguishes his torch and slowly exits^ Right. 
 The mountain top is aglow with red light, indicat- 
 ing the return of Phoebus Apollo. A strong ray of 
 white light comes down the hillside as if searching 
 for something. At last it finds the sunflower, which 
 turns to face it. The grand illumination begins and 
 Apollo, surrounded by Pan and earth beings, comes 
 marching down to the stage, singing a grand tri- 
 umphal hymn of rejoicing. The sunflower is changed 
 into Clytie, and Apollo takes her in his arms. 
 
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 THE 
 
 MUSIC 
 
 Notes fr om the Score 
 
 It has been the composer's aim to provide each person 
 in the drama with a distinguishing motive characteristi- 
 cally significant and appropriate, to be used allusively 
 whenever the action demands. In addition to his endeavor 
 to clothe the personages of the play in congenial robes of 
 tone, the composer has also sought to render the orches- 
 tral score more effective by the use of themes identifying 
 the abstractions which work out their measure of weal 
 and woe in the disposition of the characters and the epi- 
 sodes of the plot. 
 
 The prelude adjusted to an instrumentation of flutes, 
 horns and harp, introduces the Love Motive. These arc 
 the opening measures of the Prelude : 
 
 Later the Love Motive will be heard in altered in- 
 strumentation and at appropriate moments, when it is 
 hoped that its tenderness will provide a musico-dramatic 
 contrast with the Hate Motive. This latter is at once 
 the musical statement of Hate as an abstraction and the 
 
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I^pollo 
 
 characteristic Motive of Maleficus, which it may in- 
 terest musicians to analyze as to its harmonic structure : 
 
 A Pastoral Motive is the germ from which a sprightly 
 dance is evolved to accompany the arrival of Pan and 
 his merry and grotesque companions. The auditor may be 
 interested in a bit of musical realism opening this num- 
 ber. Pan tries the theme in several tentative efforts to 
 find the right key before breaking into the dance which 
 ends his dolorous reflections on the misfortune of posses- 
 sing a neutral physical nature. This is the Dance Theme : 
 
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 The sportive Gnomes and all of Pan's Merry Crew 
 are interrupted in their festivities by the sudden shriek of 
 an Owl and disappear to the skurrying swish of wierd or- 
 
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Iiapolla 
 
 chestral effects. Then appears Maleficus to the brassy 
 dissonance of the Hate Motive already illustrated. 
 
 The plot development and the dramatic treatment ac- 
 corded Apollo necessitate providing the Hero with two 
 motives, the first is heard following the development of 
 the Maleficus episode. As guardian of the grove and 
 valorous enemy of evil blights, Apollo is first shown in 
 dignified guises — noble and unimpassioned. The follow- 
 ing is the composer's musical conception of Apollo's 
 characteristics before Love comes to him: 
 
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 From material introduced in the Prelude is developed 
 the dainty Dryad Music which follows : 
 
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 In 
 
 Apollo's Song is in the same mood and key as his 
 Entrance Music and the entire song is intended to con- 
 vey the first suggestion of the somewhat sombre and 
 thoughtful nature of the Hero. This is the motive of the 
 song : 
 
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 Red 
 
 voods tall 
 
 and state 
 
 Pan's Song Number which follows is based on the 
 opening measures of the Prelude, the propriety of which 
 is justified by Pan's woe and his passionate resentment 
 
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 at a fate which forbids him again to know Love. It will 
 be observed that the ground work of harmonic accom- 
 paniment is built upon Maleficus' Hate Motive and 
 the Love Motive. This is the opening of Pan's lamen- 
 tations : 
 
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 Oh 
 
 deep 
 
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 Bacchus is now heard "off stage." He is true to form 
 and tradition. Bacchus in short is genially drunken. As 
 he is usually pictured, so here he is a rollicking and jo- 
 vial soul and as melodic as his condition will permit. 
 This is the composer's introduction of Bacchus, and it 
 should be noted that this theme will be heard in different 
 harmonic environment when the chorus and the dance 
 are added to Bacchus' Tipsy Tune: 
 
 Song of Bacchue 
 
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 And this is the following Ensemble Dance and 
 Chorus utilizing the Bacchus Theme : 
 
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 In the Duet sung by Apollo and Pan the effort has 
 been made to maintain the characteristics of both : Apollo 
 
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 still appearing as the unimpassioned, and Pan as the 
 vehement soul : 
 
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 Love 
 
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 tic power which blends 
 
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 Follows now the Love Motive as Apollo falls grad- 
 ually under the awakening spell of romantic affection, 
 and the pantomime which develops this episode is com- 
 mented upon by the orchestral score woven of the various 
 themes of conflict and consonance which have previously 
 been heard. 
 
 This is the Love Motive as heard at this juncture: 
 
 Jupiter's entrance is announced in march form with 
 the employment of the Jupiter Motive, the militant 
 character of which is indicated thus : 
 
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 The stormy session which now ensues resorts appro- 
 priately to Maleficus' Motive and opens in an un- 
 usual manner by a three-note Tympani theme, the drums 
 being tuned to B flat, F and E natural, which mixed 
 tonality gives the composer's idea of the ominous episode 
 which is about to be unfolded. Thus : 
 
 As the dramatic issues of the plot now serve to present 
 Apollo in the guise of an awakened soul and body, a 
 new and triumphant suggestion musically is desired, em- 
 bodying the thought of an Apollo awakened to the joys 
 as well as the sorrows of Love, and rejoicing in his new- 
 found nature. This, then, is the new Apollo. The theme 
 serves the composer as the finale for his score; 
 
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 THE ENCAMPMENT 
 
 Some other Events 
 Midsummer Encampment 
 
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Cremation of Care 
 
 Saturday^ July Jist, ^9^5 
 Persons in the Ceremony 
 
 An Old Woman 
 Spirit of the Grove 
 Care 
 
 Old Men 
 
 A. F. Lawton 
 
 Richard M. Hotaling 
 
 Randall Borough 
 
 Harold Brayton 
 
 J. D. Hartigan 
 
 A. G. Heunisch 
 
 A. Y. Wood 
 
 Music Rudolph Seiger 
 
 Learning Horace H. Miller 
 
 Youth Harris Allen 
 
 High Priest Seth Mann 
 
 Personnel of the Band 
 
 Hancock Banning, E. H. Baxter, W. S. Beach, A. W. 
 Best, F. L. Button, H. P. Carlton, C. P. Chamberlain, F. 
 A. Corbusier, H. S. Craig, J. R. Davis, J. L. Eastland, 
 E. C. Ford, C. E Green, W. B. Hopkins, A. Joullin, C. 
 H. Lamberton, J. G. Melvin, Robert Melvin, W. Pidwell, 
 T. Poindexter, G. Pomeroy, H. G. Ridgway, R. W. Simp- 
 son, H. H. Sweesey. 
 
 Paul Steindorff, Conductor. 
 
 Illuminating Effects by Edward J. Duffey 
 
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 Saturday, July jist 
 Joseph S. Thompson, Sire 
 
 
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 Exposition Guards ....-{ 
 
 J. D. Hartigan 
 
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 Movie Camera Man .... William H. Crane 
 
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 President Bohemia Club . . . Frank P. Deering 
 
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 President Ancient Order Hibernians Gilbert Farley 
 
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 Director Bohemian Club . . . Livingston Jenks 
 
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 Director Bohemian Club .... Gordon Hall 
 
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 Director Ancient Order Hibernians 
 
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 Carpenters \ Robert I. Lynas 
 
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 Department George Sterling 
 
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 John the Junkman H. P. Fessenden 
 
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