Haymarket concert in aid of Wounded Allies Relief Committee at night. I have charge of the money-getting department of the Committee, and it is ageing me. I shall soon have quite grey hair. Greying hair, I am told, suits me. If I could get 75,000 dollars out of the U.S.A. for my fund, my hair would resume its original heavenly brown. The problem is that we are coming to the end of our tether for lack of funds, England being about squeezed dry. I may write to Mrs. Herzog.
For more on the W.A.R.C. see 'Coaching'
Though the concert went off without a hitch, I was very glad when it was over. I had no particular trouble but I will never organise another. The theatrical element, Henry Ainley and Nelson Keys, had a much greater success than the musical element. The latter was naturally jealous, but could not help peeping and hugely enjoying the former. One is more struck than ever by the forced cordiality of all greetings and all praise in this monde. Miss Ada Crossley, the oldest singer there, has very great charm and she got the first encore. After Ainley people began to go, and after Nelson Keys a lot went. These two had each more than one encore, and occupied a great deal of time, so that the concert was not over till 10.25.
I had a rotten night.
Additionally for February 21st., see 'Culture in the provinces'
Audience determined to appreciate high-class music, and applauding the noisiest and most showy. Crass inertia and stupidity of sundry women around me, determined to understand and to enjoy nothing.