calling men to arms.But the blind man would have been mistaken about much that he heard, because there were only 30 men on the stage of the Community Hall that night last week, and there were no instruments and no women’s voices. Yet the 20 men created all the things the blind man heard, so what he said largely was true.The blind man could not have told all there was to tell about the Don Cossack Chorus. He wouldn’t have known about Serge Jaroff the little man who moved silent and unafraid among his big Russian bears.Serge Jaroff has the precision of a drill master and the grace of a ballet master. He directs with his arms tight at his side, moving only his hands, his fingers or sometimes just his head.With the last note of a piece he is off his platform quickly like a man who wants to be released from the spell of his music beforeit carries his little body some-where away from earth. After he’s finished bowing, he takes a walk behind his giants from the River Don, talking to them and then striking a tuning fork almost asSee 1^1! ELECTRIC GLASS BOTTOM BOATS•' — 1— ■■■■1 »»■......1 ■«■■■ ' ■« «'■ ............. mmmmmmmmrnmmmmmmmmmmmMaking a Longsack concert marveling at thatmiraculous organ, the human voice. How strident, raucous, harsh it can be; how soft, how tender. Now like a bugle blown above the tents of waking soldiers; now like an evening bell when twilight falls and the birds hurry about the day’s last errands. A voice can inflame men to deeds of heroism; the same voice can wrap the mantle of sleep about a fretful child. We thank these Cossacks for showing us again what voices can be when we train and discipline them.And we thank these men whose roots were nourished by the rich black soil beside the flowing Don for demonstrating how differences in language can be swallowed up and forgotten when the common tongue of music is unloosed.I didn’t understand a sin; word all evening. But I learned anew that whether we be American or Russian or Cuban or German, we can share the things allunderstand—affection, beauty, love of country, peace, immortality.The last encore of the evening was Bortniansky’s lovely melody to which hymn writers have set words in four languages. Charles Wesley’s English hymn begins,“Thou hidden Source of calm repose,“Thou all-sufficient Love di-2 . 99vine.Was it by mere chance that Serge Jaroff stepped from his little raised platform for this number? Or did the tiny conductor want to make it plain that here in great music, wedded to a great affirmation, men stand on level ground?VFW To Install