スーザ自叙伝「進め!Marching Along!」英日対訳


第6章(2)英日対訳・スーザ自叙伝「進め!Marching Along!」

The collection of the national airs of all lands, which the French Minister of Beaux Arts had praise, came about in an interesting way. Secretary of the Navy Tracy was largely responsible for it. Tracy was an unusually efficient cabinet officer. He had been a general in the Civil War, and was oftener addressed as General, than as Secretary. He was a gifted lawyer, an had a keen sense of humor. Both he and Secretary Whitney have been called “The Father of the Navy.” Modesty and the great qualities of both men would have made it difficult to get their personal views on that subject, but certainly from the time of Secretary Tracy's appointment, the progress and development of the Navy were phenomenal. The band was frequently ordered aboard the Despatch, known as “the President's boat,” when foreign personages of importance were to take a trip to Mount Vernon to see the home of Washington and incidentally the key to the Bastille. Luncheon was served, and there was music by the Marine Band. On a very special occasion when the ambassadors of nearly every embassy in Washington were aboard, together with many men prominent in the official life of the Capital, the Secretary sent his naval attache to me, with the request that I see him immediately. 



“Sousa,” he said, “if you have the music here, I should like you to play the national air of every embassy represented here today.” His attache reported seventeen embassies! I always carried the national songs of a great number of countries in a folio, so I promised to play all of them. I distributed what music I had and began with God Save the Queen at which the England Ambassador immediately rose, followed by the rest of the guests. I continued with the airs of France, Germany, Spain, Italy, Russia, Sweden, Denmark, etc., ending with The Star Spangled Banner. 

「スーザ、今譜面を持ち合わせているようなら、今日乗船中の各国大使のために、それぞれの国歌を是非とも演奏してほしいのだがな。」係員によれば総勢17の国々とのこと!私は常時、膨大な数の国歌の譜面を、楽譜入れに持ち歩いている。私は演奏を約束した。メンバーに譜面を配ると、最初に「God Save the Queen」を演奏する。英国大使はすっくと立ち上がり、残りの招待客達も立ち上がる。その後、フランス、ドイツ、スペイン、イタリア、ロシア、スウェーデンデンマーク等と続き、締めくくりに合衆国国歌「The Star Spangled Banner」を演奏した。 


A few days later, I encountered the Secretary and he congratulated me on my industry in collecting the anthems. I remarked that I had spent much time in getting them for the folio, and he said that they should be arranged and made into an official volume. 



“I should like to publish them under your authority,” I replied. He accordingly wrote the following: 

NAVY DEPARTMENT Washington, Oct. 18, 1889 


John Philip Sousa, the Bandmaster of the band of the United States Marine Corps, is hereby directed to compile, for the use of the Department, the National and Patriotic Airs of all Nations. 

B. F. TRACY, Secretary of the Navy 


ワシントン 海軍省1889年10月18日 


合衆国海兵隊バンド隊長 ジョン・フィリップ・スーザは、海軍省管理用として、世界各国の国歌及び準拠楽曲の収集に当たる事。 

海軍省長官 B.F.トレイシー 


The work was issued in 1890, and is a standard all over the world. It remains the most exhaustive volume of its kind. In my collection I included many songs of the American Indians with representative melodies of the following tribes: Apache, Cherokee, Chippewa, Dakota, Eskimo, Iowa, Iroquois, Ponce, Vancouver. The titles were usually descriptive: Apache Scalp Song and Dance; The Returning Hunter, etc. Many of these songs were sung to me by  and others who had travelled and lived among the Indians. I sat at my desk and applied harmonic treatment to the tunes, without in any case changing a note of the melodies. Not only did the book cover all the principal countries of the world, but I assembled the airs of such faraway places as: Abyssinia, Boa Vista, Celebes, Dalecarlia, East Indies, Fiji Isles, Lapland, Moldavia, Nukahiah, Pfalz, and Samoa. After we had discussed the complication, he said, 



“Sousa, I want to compliment you on the excellence of your band. I was very much impressed with the solo playing of your cornetist at your last concert.” Here was my opportunity to eulogize the band. “Yes, Mr. Secretary, that young cornet soloist is a fine Western boy. He comes from Schoolcraft, Michigan; his name is Walter F. Smith; he doesn't drink, he doesn't smoke, his general habits and conduct are excellent, and all the Government pays him is thirty-eight dollars a month.” 



“You say he doesn't drink?” 

“Not a drop,” I firmly replied. 

“And he doesn't smoke?” 

“Not a puff.” 

“And you say, too, that his general habits and conduct are excellent?” 

“He leads absolutely the simple life,” I said, enthusiastically, warming to my subject. 

“Well, Sousa,” and the Secretary leaned back in his chair, “for Heaven's sake, what good will money do him?” 









The band was not always greeted with open arms. At one time, the West Penn Hospital at Pittsburgh had secured permission from President Harrison for the band to go to Pittsburgh and give a concert for the benefit of the hospital. No sooner was the concert announced than some musicians in Cincinnati telegraphed the Secretary protesting against the band's accepting the engagement. The telegram ran: 

To the SECRETARY OF THE NAVY, Washington. D. C. We musicians of Cincinnati hereby protest against the Marine Band giving a concert in Pittsburgh, thereby taking the bread out of the mouths of American musicians. 




ワシントン 海軍長官殿 



I read the thing, and then said indignantly, “Why, Mr. Secretary, there isn't an American name signed to this telegram!” He took the blank, re-read it slowly, and then remarked, “They're damn good American names for Cincinnati, Sousa!” 



We proceeded to Pittsburgh and gave the concert. One of the Washington correspondents had amused himself by informing me that there was no city in the world which demanded such highbrow music as did Pittsburgh, and he added, “If you play anything of a so-called popular nature, they will hiss you off the stage just as sure as shooting!” He carried such an air of conviction that I believed him. I built my program of very solid material; something by Brahms, another selection Bach, some Wagner, and a bit of Strauss. The house was crowded, and when I finished the first number I turned to the audience, expecting salvos of applause. Absolute silence! 



I thought, “Perhaps this piece was too trivial for them ― they are certainly highbrows,” and I started the next number. That too, was received in frigid silence. “If the next is too light for them, I shall play something popular, and let them hiss me off the stage!” I said to myself, now genuinely worried. I began the Parsifal Procession of the Grail. When I finished if off, with a last slow flourish, half the audience was asleep, the other half yawning. 



“Boys,” I muttered desperately, “Get ready to be hissed off the stage. We are going to play Annie Rooney, and if any of you gets maimed or killed, I'll tell the Government that you died in line of duty, and your widow will receive a pension. All together!” and we sounded off for all we were worth. 



Strong men wept with delight, husbands threw their arms about their astonished wives, and the rest of the evening was, without question, Annie Rooney! As the band embarked for home, above the chug of the engine, there rang triumphantly in our ears the dulcet melody which accompanied the words: 

She's my sweetheart,  

I'm her beau,  

She's my Annie,  

I'm her Joe,  

Soon we'll marry, never to part,  

Little Annie Rooney is my sweetheart! 

And on we sped to Washington, our faith restored in Pittsburgh.