Swept into a maze of pagan measures by the great god Jazz, America is going to civilize this bar-parian deity and turn him to her own uses.
Musicians of this country are training him to abjure his blatant shrieks, his savage Monotones and chromatics and to forget his uncouthness. When they have taught him many polite ways they expect to introduce him into cultured circles where it is believed his native "pep" coupled with his newly acquired graces will make him friends.
Symphony, not syncopation, is the order of the day, according to music dealers here who are responsible for the foregoing statement.
"There is just as much demand for the Jazz type of music as there ever was but the music is quieter and more melodious than it used to
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