Generations of hymn-singers have glibly commented on the little town of Bethlehem, making a point of its quietude, its somnolence. These well-meaning vocalists, if endowed merely with the serviceable nasal sinuses of their kind, would never for a moment be tolerated in Bethlehem, Pa., where, last week, the annual Bach Festival* was given by community singers, assisted by members of the Philadelphia Orchestra, directed by John Frederick Wolle.
Except for the distant roaring of the steel foundries of Charles M. Schwab, and the irreverent cannonade of a thunderstorm whose salvos rocked high heaven...
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