Swing (Jan-Dec 1947)

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COWTOWN GETS CULTURE by ESTY MORRIS W ART is on tne bum in Kansas «^A.City.,1 Scathing words, spoken by a Kansas Citian 40 years ago, when Miles Bulger, presiding judge of the Jackson County Court in 1907, turned on his home town and gave it both barrels. He spoke with conviction, terseness, and justification. Art was on the bum in Kansas City. The sprawling, surging city, famous for grain and livestock transactions, hub of lengthening railways, just hadn't time for culture. Already there were 300,000 people in the Southwestern gateway, and more were coming. Many were well' educated and sensitive, but to most of the town oil paint was something for a carriage house door. Judge Bui' ger's words were not without basis in fact. Unfortunately, the situation was not remedied quickly. Cultural growth continued slow. Two decades later, Kansas City had few of the fixtures associated with an intellectually pre gressive community. There had been talk, and false starts. A downtown cornerstone had been inscribed "College of Medicine, University of Kansas City." The medical school was there, right enough, a fine one. But the university was wish' ful thinking. In 1919, the committee organized to select a fitting memorial for the dead of World War I had considered the idea of a university. A hot debate raged over the "living memorial versus marble monument" question. Marble won. The result is a strikingly beauti' ful Liberty Memorial, visible for some miles, impressive to visitors, housing war relics and several battle flags. With the dawn of the 1930's, every major city in the United States had a full four-year, non-sectarian university, a symphony orchestra, an art gallery. Kansas City was the sole — the one and only — city of more than 200,000 people with none of these things. Plans were going forward, preliminary purchases and arrangements were being made, but there was nothing the Chamber of Commerce could photograph. True, the system of parks and boulevards was outstanding. Residentially, the city was superior to any in the world. But formal evidences of culture were non-existent. Then the dam broke. In 1933, the city formed a philharmonic orchestra. It acquired a magnificent art gallery and museum of fine art and a trust of over 11 million dollars for the purchase of art objects. And it opened the doors of Kansas City's own university!