The Colored People Of This Country Know

It Is From The Blues That All That May Be Called American Music Derives It Most Distinctive Characteristics.

Young Man, Young Man, Your Arm's Too Short To Box With God.

Any Musical Person Who Has Never Heard A Negro Congregation Under The Spell Of Religious Fervor Sing These Old Songs Has Missed One Of The Most Thrilling Emotions Which The Human Heart May Experience.

Nothing Great Or Enduring, Especially In Music, Has Ever Sprung Full-fledged And Unprecedented From The Brain Of Any Master; The Best He Gives To The World He Gathers From The Hearts Of The People, And Runs It Through The Alembic Of His Genius.

Labor Is The Fabled Magician's Wand, The Philosophers Stone, And The Cap Of Good Fortune.