(For 3.0 to 3.30 and 3.45 to 4.0 Programmes see page 79)
'ERSCHALLET, IHR LIEDER'
('O Praise Him with singing ')
Relayed from the GUILDHALLSCHOOL OF MUSIC
Singers
ISOBEL BAILLIE (Soprano) DORIS OWENS (Contralto)
FRANK TITTERTON (Tenor)
STUART ROBERTSON (Bass)
THE WIRELESS CHORUS
Players
ERNEST HALL (Solo Trumpet)
THEWIRELESS ORCHESTRA
(Trumpets, Tympani, Bassoon and Strings)
LESLIE WOODGATE (Organ)
Conducted by STANFORD ROBINSON
'PAUL'S LETTERS '—V
Romans ix, 19 to x, 21
THE occasional Sunday Children's Services having proved so acceptable, a development along the same direction i& to be inaugurated today. For a quarter of an hour, on three Sunday afternoons in the month, we shall be allowed the pleasure of silently joining in a special children's service, conducted along refreshingly new and vigorous lines.
This Sunday the 'Service' (if such this unstercotyped experiment may be called) will be conducted by a clergyman whose adventurous work in the direction of religious services for children has won high praise. We shall hear, in an atmosphere delightfully free from pedantxy, the questioning and answering of a congregation of children to whom religion is far from being the Sunday drudgery it sometimes is on such occasions.
DORA LABBETTE (Soprano) HUBERT EISDELL (Tenor)
THE WIRELESS ORCHESTRA Conducted by JOHN ANSELL
DVORAK was happiest in his own Bohemia: he visited this country many times, and spent a few short years in the United States, but he always returned home with real thanksgiving. In the same way his inspiration always flowed most freely and naturally when he had in mind one aspect or another of his native land, and among his last works is a series of five symphonic poems. of which ' The Noon Witch ' is one, all of them based on picturesque old legends of Bohemia.
The story, belonging to Bohemian folk lore, is set forth in one of the ballads of Karl Jaromir Erben, and is in some sort a counterpart of the German legend of the Erl King, familiar from Schubert's song. Everybody knows that midnight is a dangerous hour at which to be abroad in lonely places, for then evil spirits are awake and bent on harm to mortals. But in the old Bohemian folk lore, midday is beset with perils of the samoe order, and the Noon Witch is one of those whose power lasts only for the hour before midday strikes.
The scene of the poem on which Dvorak's music is based, is a little cottage where a peas ant wife is busy preparing the the midday meal; in a corner her child is playing, and her husband is at work in the fields. The child grows uneasy and screams, and at first the mother tries to soothe it with its own playthings, but finally in desperation threatens to call the Noon Witch. That subdues the little one for a time, but soon it grows restless once more and at last the mother in anger calls out to the Noon Witch to come and take her child. In a moment the door opens, and a little old witch enters, crying out ' Give me the child.' The mother, in real fear, snatches up her infant, but the Noon Witch steals ever nearer and nearer with horrible hands stretched out towards the baby, until at last the mother falls swooning to the ground. ' Midday strikes and the Witch vanishes ; the father comes back cheerfully from his work, and is horror-struck to find his wife senseless on the floor, clasping a dead child.
From ST. MARTIN-IN-THE-FIELDS
THE BELLS
8.0 Order of Service
Hymn (Ancient and Modern, No. 166), 'All people that on earth do dwell '
Confession and Thanksgiving Psalm No. 19 Lesson
Jubilate Prayers
Hymn, ' My God, my Father, make me strong'
Tune from the English Hymnal No. 521.
My God, my Father, matte me strong.
When tasks of life seem hard and Long. To greet them with this triumph song—
Thy will be done.
Draw from my timid eyes the veil. To show, where earthly forces fail,
Thy power and love must stillprevail.
Thy Will be done.'
With confident and humble mind. Freedom in service I would find.
Praying through every toil assigned,
Thy Will be done.
Things deemed impossible I dare,
Thine is the call and thine the care, Thy vrisdom shall the way prepare.
Thy Will be done.
AllPower is here and round me now. Faithful I stand in rule and vow, While 'tis cot I but ever thou:
Thy Will be done.
Heaven's music chimes the glad days in, Hope soars beyond death, pain and sin. Faith shouts in triumph, Love must win,
Thy Will be done.
Address: The Rev. PAT MCCORMICK
Hymn (A. and M., No. 27), ' Abide with me'
Blessing
Appeal on behalf of The Golden Square Throat, Nose and Ear Hospital, by Miss Gracie Fields
The Golden Square Throat, Nose and Ear Hospital, which forms the subject of this week's Good Cause, was founded by Sir Morell Mackenzie in 1862. The Hospital has achieved a world-wide reputation, and is now the largest of its kind in Great Britain. It has ninety-five beds, which are fully occupied, and there are 1,500 patients waiting for admission. The Out-patients number more than 60,000 annually.
The throat has been called 'the Gateway of Disease,' and the importance of keeping it healthy cannot be overestimated. At Golden Square every conceivable form of ailment of the throat is dealt with, from the comparatively simple enlarged tonsils (of which many thousands are removed annually), to the very distressing diseases, such as cancer of the larynx, etc. Having regard to its reputation and importance, the Hospital is very badly supported by the charitable public. Only £750 is received in annual subscriptions, although £15,000 is required annually to maintain the Hospital. The capital has had to be seriously depleted during recent years, and there is now very little in reserve. In former years legacies were the mainstay of the Hospital, but no legacy has been received now for more than two years.
Donations should be addressed to [address removed]
(London only)
8.45-8.50 (Daventry only)
Organ Voluntary relayed from St. Martin-in-the-Fields
Weather Forecast, General News Bulletin: Local News; (Daventry only) Shipping Forecast
and The Park Lane Hotel Orchestra
Olive Groves (Soprano)
Relayed from The Park Lane Hotel
'Lord, What Is Man?'
'Hope'
