Last week a great flood of carefully prepared talk about such composers as Beethoven, Tchaikowsky, Dvorak, Strauss, Wagner, Brahms, was heard all over the country in felt-carpeted apartments and soundproof cubicles which have for years echoed with arguments and ecstasies over Paul Whiteman, Irving Berlin, Al Jolson, Van & Schenk, Harry Lauder. The Victor Co. last week set out to make "his master's voice" the voice of the masters. Of all the factors that have made the U. S. suspicious, as a nation, of any music less candid than jazz and coon...
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