第17章(2/2)英日対訳・スーザ自叙伝「進め! Marching Along」

During the terrible epidemic of Spanish influenza I received orders from the Treasury department to visit a number of cities in the interest of the Liberty Loan. Just as we were on the point of departure, the medical director at the station quarantined the entire force. The Treasury representative, of course, became much excited but he was in the position of Canute, for medical directors are as relentless as the waves of the sea. No officer ever presumes to question the mandate of an official medical adviser. So it was that we remained in station until the quarantine was raised. An appalling number of men had been lost during the epidemic. The medical adviser sent for the battalion surgeon, Dr. A. H. Frankel, and said, “Doctor, the band battalion leaves the station to-day for an extended period. If you bring half these boys back alive it will be a miracle.”  



Before we entrained Dr. Frankel had converted one car into a sick bay and placed the hospital corps in charge. He brought plenty of Dobell’s Solution and other medical stores to discourage the “flu” and we started off. Throughout the entire tour Dr. Frankel labored for the health of my men. In my subsequent report to the Commandant, I said: “We left home with three hundred and fifty officers and men. We returned with three hundred and fifty officers and men. Dr. Frankel’s fidelity was wonderful; I do not believe the man slept four hours a night. Twice a day the entire command was required to spray with detergents. Every possible means was used to ward off the ‘flu.’” Faithful Frankel was a junior lieutenant but the Commandant was so delighted with his diligence that he immediately promoted him to senior. 



Wartime feeling led the American Defense Scouts to organize a committee to suppress all things German and they passed a resolution to request me to write an American wedding march. I agreed and the march was first played in Philadelphia August 6, 1918. The Pittsburgh Gazette said of it: “The march approaches classical intricacy and brings forth a very sweet melody symbolic of happy affection.” I was mighty busy composing, for the Fourth Liberty Loan Committee suggested that I write a Liberty Loan March. We played it in Detroit a number of times when we were dollar-chasing for the Government. 



In Detroit in May, 1918, Mr. Charles M. Schwab came to town the day we were scheduled to leave. I knew and admired him and so I marched my men to his hotel and serenaded him. Schwab appeared and, throwing his arms about my neck, said to the band: “Until I heard you I thought I had the best band in the world at my Bethlehem Steel Works. Now I know otherwise. I take off my hat to you. You’re a wonderful bunch and you ought to be—under such leadership!” Mayor Marx in addressing the sailor-musicians and myself, said: 



“Detroit is more than proud to have you with her, she is more than sorry to have you leave and she will be more than glad to have you return. You have brought an inspiration to Detroit. You and your peerless leader have made vivid the Great War to us and with your departure we are losing something very near and dear.” When we started off for Cleveland we were followed by veritable seas of men and women cheering us loudly and unceasingly. 




On June 11, 1918, I was ordered to report to the Flagship of the Commander-in-chief of the Atlantic Fleet and so I sought out the 

Pennsylvania. After some days we gave a concert ashore with the 

massed bands of the fleet and had for our audience half of the crews of the entire squadron. As the squadron stretched out to sea it seemed to me one of the most formidable armadas in the world. I received the following letter from Admiral Mayo: 




U. S. S. PENNSYLVANIA, FLAGSHIP                                            June 28, 1918 

My Dear Mr. Sousa: 

I wish to thank you for the music for the Flagship band and orchestra which I am sure we will enjoy very much. And please also let me thank you for the piano music which you so kindly sent to Mrs. Mayo. She is delighted with it and asks me to convey her  appreciation. 







I have heard a great many compliments of the Fleet band under your direction and hope that some day you will give us the pleasure of another visit. 

With kind regards,                                                        Sincerely, 

H. T. Mayo                                                  _Admiral U. S. Navy_ 





In November of that year we were ordered to Toronto, Canada to assist the Canadian Government in their Victory Loan campaign. The Armistice came during our sojourn there. Never was there such a night! Not a soul in the city slept. Certainly I did not, for aside from the excitement, I had at last caught “flu” and my right ear was abscessed. A Toronto surgeon cut me three times—but what were pains and pangs and abscesses to the frantic delight of knowing that war was over? Still suffering horribly with my ear, I telegraphed Admiral Moffett asking for permission to return to New York and see my physician. It was granted and I went on, happy over the Armistice but a mighty sick man. 



A week later I was, at my own request, transferred to the Third Naval District. In January, 1919, I received this: 




_Bureau of Navigation_ 


_Jan. 20, 1919_ 

_To: Lieutenant_ John P. Sousa, USNRF 

_Port Washington, L. I., N. Y._ 

_Subject_: Relieved from all Active Duty 





アメリカ海軍予備役 ジョン・P・スーザ中尉 

ニューヨーク市 ロングアイランド ポートワシントン 



1. At such time as you are able to travel, proceed to New York, and report to the Commandant of the Third Naval District for  temporary duty and physical examination and to have your health and service records closed out. 



2. Upon the completion of this temporary duty proceed to your home and regard yourself relieved from all active duty. 



3. Advise the Bureau of Navigation immediately upon your arrival 

home, giving the date thereof, and also your full address. 



4. The Bureau takes this opportunity to thank you for the faithful  and patriotic services you have rendered to your country in the war with Germany. 

Victor Blue 

_Rear Admiral U. S. Navy_ 

Chief of Bureau 






A year later I received this notice: 


_Bureau of Navigation_ 


_Feb. 24, 1920._ 

_From_: Bureau of Navigation 

_To_: _Lieutenant Commander_ John Philip Sousa, USNRF 

_Port Washington_ 

_Long Island, N. Y._ 

_Subject_: Provisional assignment of rank and grade of Lieutenant              Commander. 


(a) Assignment of rank and grade. 

(b) Four blank forms of Acceptance of Office and Oath of Allegiance. 

1. Having been given the provisional rank and grade of Lieutenant  Commander in the Naval Coast Defense Reserve, Class 4, for general service to rank from Feb. 11, 1920, the Bureau encloses herewith your assignment dated February 24, 1920. 

2. Please acknowledge receipt. 

Thomas Washington 

_Rear Admiral, U. S. N._ 

Chief of Bureau 







宛:海軍少佐 ジョン・P・スーザ 海軍予備役 

ニューヨーク市 ロングアイランド ポートワシントン 











This letter awaited the on my return from the exercises of the Pennsylvania Military College on February 27, at which the College conferred upon me the honorary degree of Doctor of Music. It was at that time that Senator Warren G. Harding received the degree of Doctor of Laws from the same college. And three years later, on November 16, 1923, I was honored with the degree of Doctor of Music by Marquette University. 



My naval duties officially over in 1920, I called my band together and took up again the practice of giving concerts all over the country. Now that the tumult and the shouting of those World War days has died, there comes to my mind one priceless memory—the message of Colonel John MacCrae to his brothers-in-arms and to us, who, when he wrote it, were almost ready to take up his “challenge to the foe.” He sent to me, through Mr. Walker of Montreal, the manuscript of In Flanders Fields and asked me to give it a musical setting, as a song. I was deeply touched by the beauty of his verses; and I should be happy if the music which I made for them may serve, however slightly, to keep that message sounding in the hearts of all lovers of human liberty.