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BRONZE OF SPRINGER 
You know it is against the rules for the subject who is being honored 
as I am to attempt to say anything serious; but I am wondering if in 
all this nonsense I can not inadvertently have stumbled upon a great 
truth, which is, that one of the chief problems of life is to learn 'how 
to select the proper things, and to use them in the right way. 
Now, having broken the rule once, I am going to take another 
whack at it, and sum up what I really think and feel, by saying that 
the thing which is culminating tonight has touched me deeply; and 
that I would rather have it occur here, in this place, than anywhere 
else on earth. 
One other privilege belongs to me, of which I avail myself with the 
most profound satisfaction; and that is, to present to this audience the 
man whose inspired art has created the work which you have come here 
to see — Scarpitta, the sculptor. 
The program was then concluded by the gracious and beautiful 
Princess Tsianina, in an exalted mood, who, with sympathetic 
accompaniment, gave some of the finest Indian songs in her reper¬ 
toire, among them the Zuni “Invocation to the Sun God,’' which, 
as she explained, she had substituted for another number because 
it better expressed her feelings after listening to the addresses 
which had preceded. 
In solitude he played his flute and thought. 
Till finally this miracle was wrought. 
The ordered working of his cultured brain. 
Gave power to his gaze and through the train 
Of aeons of dead years his piercing eye 
Sought out Earth’s secrets where they underlie 
The cold-faced rocks. Then slowly, page by page. 
He read through Nature’s book, and age by age 
He found a story there. Today the world 
Is deeply in his debt, for he revealed 
To man the mystery the Earth concealed 
