Whatever happened to Arthur MacArthur?

 

Arthur MacArthur IV
Born in Manila on 21 February 1938

 

Arthur was named after his famous grandfather, a Civil War veteran, Arthur MacArthur. He was the only child of General Douglas MacArthur and Jean Marie Faircloth.

Arthur MacArthur did not attend West Point like his father and went to Columbia University instead.

After his fatherís death in 1964, Arthur moved to the other side of Manhattan and changed his name to conceal his identity. He had a keen interest in music, literature, arts and the theatre. William Manchester, author of ďAmerican Caesar: Douglas MacArthur" said that Arthur was "a fugitive from his fatherís relentless love.Ē

 

BREAKING NEWS - Has Arthur been found?

On 2 March 2014 some news articles appeared concerning a large Manhattan apartment development that had been stalled by four reclusive tenants who had been living for many years in rent-controlled apartments on the top floors of the Mayflower Hotel on Central Park West. One of the tenants dragged out negotiations for two years from 2003 and received $17M to leave his apartment plus a $2M replacement apartment with a rental payment of $1 per month until his death. One of the other recluse tenants was reportedly Arthur MacArthur IV who was going by the name of David Jordan. He was paid $650,000 to leave his apartment and moved to Greenwich Village where he still lives.

After the war, Arthur MacArthur had lived with his parents at the Waldorf Towers on Park Avenue. Lieutenant Colonel Courtney A. Whitney, who had been in charge of the Philippine Regional Section during WWII, also lived at the Mayflower Hotel after the war, when General MacArthur and his family were living at Waldorf Towers.

 

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Douglas MacArthur and new born Arthur MacArthur born at Sternberg Hospital in Manila

 

A very young Arthur MacArthur

 

3 year old Arthur MacArthur on Corregidor in January 1942

 

Arthur MacArthur with his favourite stuffed toy

 

Arthur MacArthur in front of the Malinta Tunnel

 


Photo:- via Roderick Hall

Jean MacArthur and Arthur MacArthur at Del Monte Plantation in
Mindanao in March 1942 before their B-17 flight to Australia

 

Mrs Jean MacArthur and son Arthur MacArthur with Chinese amah, Au Cheu
arriving at Melbourne's Spencer Street Station at about 10am on 21 March 1942.

 

Mrs Jean MacArthur, Arthur MacArthur and Chinese amah, Au Cheu, in
Melbourne on 21 March 1942 after their escape from the Philippines.
Note Arthur MacArthur's small toy being held by Au Cheu

 

Arthur Macarthur on the cover
of Life Magazine 3 August 1942

 

Arthur McArthur at Melbourne Zoo on 12 June 1942
about 5 weeks before he moved to Brisbane

 

Arthur McArthur at Melbourne Zoo on 12 June 1942

 

Arthur MacArthur and governess Au Cheu

 

Au Cheu, Arthur MacArthur and his mother Jean
 MacArthur strolling through a Melbourne Park

 


Photo:- The Argus 14 April 1942

4 year old Arthur MacArthur heading out for
a drive in Melbourne in April 1942

 

Arthur MacArthur apparently had a pet goat that was kept in the yard of the Court House across the other side of George Street from Lennons Hotel where the General and his family lived. Arthur and his mother would visit the historic house known as "Cintra" at Bowen Hills which was used by the 832nd Signal Service Company Signal Section, USASOS as their photo lab. They may have gone there to watch movies in their small theatre.

 

Jean and Arthur Macarthur at Cintra

 

Arthur MacArthur at Cintra

 

Movie Theatre at "Cintra"

 


State Library of Queensland Image number: 57411

Jean Marie MacArthur and son Arthur MacArthur. They both appear to
be in the same clothes as the photo taken at Cintra (see above)

 

Arthur MacArthur with his father General Douglas MacArthur

 

Arthur MacArthur and Dell Ipsen who was the granddaughter of
the caretaker of Lennonís Hotel. Looks like a birthday party.

 


Photo:- Courier Mail 18 December 1944

Arthur MacArthur singing a Christmas Hymn with his friends Judy
Henderson and Neil Watts (now deceased) at the Holy Trinity Church of England

I would love to hear from Judy Henderson
Please e-mail me

 

Neil Watts, Dell Ipsen and Arthur MacArthur outside the Brisbane Supreme Court Building in George
Street,  Brisbane, opposite Lennons Hotel. After her father passed away Dell (who also was
an only child) and her mother moved to Palm Beach and ran some sort of holiday home for outback
children some of which were Aboriginal. Both Neill Watt and Dell Ipsen are both now both deceased.

 

Arthur MacArthur, Dell Ipsen and Neil Watts, outside the Brisbane Supreme Court Building

 

Jean MacArthur and Arthur MacArthur at Christmas time in Tokyo

 


Photo:- Jack Gruss via his son Marty Gruss

Arthur MacArthur and his "Snow King" in Tokyo after WWII

 

Arthur MacArthur with his father

 


The Mercury (Hobart, Tasmania) 25 November 1949

11 year old Arthur MacArthur inspecting an assortment
of toys on display at the Tokio Post Exchange when
"toyland" was opened for the Christmas season.

 


State Library of Queensland Image number: 57410

General Douglas MacArthur and his wife Jean and son
Arthur MacArthur on the steps of a Pan American aircraft.

 

Arthur MacArthur intrigued by Felix Adler at the circus at
Madison Square Garden 23 April 1951. Arthur is accompanied
by Colonel Sydney Huff, General MacArthur's aide.

 

Arthur MacArthur at his first big league baseball game

 

Douglas MacArthur with son Arthur and wife Jean at the US Capitol Building,
Washington, DC, after addressing a joint session of Congress, 19 Apr 1951

 

Arthur MacArthur with his parents

 

General Douglas MacArthur and Mrs. Douglas Mac Arthur congratulated their 22 year old son
Arthur MacArthur in 1961, after he had graduated from Columbia University, New York

 

Mrs. Jean MacArthur leaving the Capital building in 1964 with her son Arthur
MacArthur after the  body of her husband General Douglas MacArthur had been
placed in the  rotunda. The general's nephew, Douglas Mac Arthur II, former
ambassador to Japan and Belgium is on the other side of Jean MacArthur..

 

Arthur MacArthur has visited the MacArthur Memorial at Norfolk, Virginia on at least 3 occasions, for the funeral of his parents and also the dedication of the 6 large murals of MacArthurís life on 13 January 1966 in the museum.

 


 

Hero's son heard a different drummer

By Eric Shackle

Arthur MacArthur, only son of World War II hero General Douglas MacArthur, escaped the limelight many years ago by adopting another name. Today, at 65, he's living in New York City, still leading his own life - in what might well be termed "relative" obscurity.

He covered his tracks so well that my wife, Jerry, and I took more than a month to discover that much about him. 

Back in 1942, Jerry, formerly Staff-Sergeant E.F. Germaine, of the Australian Women's Army Service, was a member of General MacArthur's office staff in Brisbane, Australia. A few weeks ago, at the age of 87, she wrote a nostalgic story, "Where Is Arthur MacArthur?" which was published in our local newspaper, the New South Wales Central Coast Herald:-

Here's what she wrote:-

Where is Arthur MacArthur?

When four-year-old Arthur MacArthur stretched out an arm to pat Prince, the beautiful white German Shepherd I was holding on a leash, the two U.S. Army sergeants guarding General Douglas MacArthur's wife and young son drew their pistols, ready to shoot the dog if it as much as licked the boy's hand.

Fortunately, Jean MacArthur recognised me, and assured her minders that her son was in no danger of being attacked.

The scene was a public park in Brisbane, Australia's third largest city, in 1942. The General, Supreme Allied Commander in the Southwest Pacific, had his operational headquarters in Brisbane from 1942 to 1944. His office was on the eighth floor of what is now the heritage listed MacArthur Chambers in the city's central business district.

As a Brisbane-born staff-sergeant in the Australian Women's Army Service (AWAS), I was attached to his office staff. I think he selected me ahead of American personnel because I could take a shorthand record of his dictation (mostly Top Secret) at 200 words a minute, and type it out at 120 words a minute.

I had often spoken to Jean MacArthur and her son when they visited the office, so they had given me a friendly wave when they spotted me walking past the park, exercising a friend's German Shepherd on one of my all-too-rare rest days.

Jean must have reported the drawn guns episode to the General, because he issued instructions that in future her guards were not to interfere with me and my dog. After that, whenever we met, they saluted and addressed me as "Ma'am," but still kept a wary watch on Prince.

I remember Arthur as a polite and well-behaved little boy, although Harold Tichman, one of his Australian bodyguards, is said to described him as "a terror of a kid," who once had kicked him, leaving a long-lasting mark on his leg.

Jean was a tiny person, even shorter than me (and I was just 5ft. 2in. in those days). Her dress size was SSW (very hard to find during the war).

Shortly before the General died in 1964, he described Jean as "my constant friend, sweetheart and devoted supporter." After his death, AP reported, she remained active in theatre, opera, civic and philanthropic pursuits and served as honorary chairman of the Norfolk, Virginia, foundation created as a memorial to her husband.

"Jean MacArthur has witnessed the great cataclysms of our time, survived war and peace, conquered tragedy and known triumph," President Reagan said in awarding her the Presidential Medal of Freedom in 1988. The citation for the medal, the nation's highest civilian award, called her "a shining example, a woman of substance and character, a loyal wife and mother, and like her general, a patriot."

Jean died on January 22, 2000, aged 101. She was buried alongside the General at the MacArthur Memorial in Virginia, an old domed building that is part of a complex which includes the Jean MacArthur Research Center, where her husband's archives are held.

From time to time over the last 60 years, I've wondered what became of young Arthur MacArthur. He received so much publicity in the 1940s, as the son and grandson of two famous generals, that it seems he has chosen to disappear from public gaze.

Searching the internet the other day, I found an interesting story, "Where Is General MacArthur's Son?" written some years ago by Oscar Samuel Roloff (1918-1999) for the Woodinville Weekly in Washington state. It said:-

"In 1950, a colleague and I were the two-man press team for VADM [Vice Admiral] Turner Joy, Commander Naval Forces, Far East, in Tokyo, Japan. Our top boss was the flamboyant General Douglas MacArthur, who ruled from his high Tokyo tower over his family, friends, and foes. No one dared challenge his dictates."

"One day, he ruled that his son, Arthur, 12, would take a warship ride from Yokosuka to Tokyo. Col. S.C. Huff, aide de camp to the General, was ordered to go along and watch the kid's every move, to protect him. During this stint, my colleague boarded the ship to take photos. I took some, too."

"I watched the lad, who seemed entirely uninterested, ill at ease, as he sat on a forward bitt [bollard]. No sailor was allowed to talk with him. His dad had ruled his son would go to West Point, become a General, and possibly some day be awarded the Medal of Honor as his Dad and Grandpa had received for bravery."

"As I studied the lad, and later took down the file folder of the photos we had taken, I studied them and came to the same conclusion. The kid wanted to march to a different drummer--not his Dad's drum. He was a sensitive lad, one who had his own ideas of what he wanted to do, wanted to be."

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Why should we be in such desperate haste to succeed, and in such desperate enterprises? If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away.-- Henry David Thoreau (1817 - 1862).

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Where is Arthur MacArthur right now? I found this possible answer on a Fayetteville Observer (North Carolina) webpage: "Whatever happened to Gen. MacArthur's son? Did he go into the military? - H.P., Pinehurst ... A: No, he didn't. Instead, [he] became a concert pianist and writer, according to June Weatherly."

I found one other clue on the internet. In an article about the Spanish-born artist Juvenal Sanso, Philippine novelist, poet, playwright, and essayist Nick Joaquin wrote: "One hears that General MacArthur's son is now an artist in Greenwich Village, but one doubts he's doing any recollections of the Manila of his childhood."

I suppose he can't recollect our Brisbane park encounter either. If he reads this story, I'd like him to know that, after all these years, I still have fond memories of him and his mother, and hope that he has found happiness in following the beat of that different drummer.

After that story was published, Jerry and I began a long search of the internet, leading to dozens of email messages, in a bid to find the answer to her question "Where Is Arthur MacArthur?"

We thought we were hot on Arthur's trail when we discovered a story about Pixie Windsor, owner of Miss Pixie's Furnishing and Whatnot in the May-June 1999 issue of The Washington Flyer, the official magazine of the Metropolitan Washington Airports Authority:-

"At the bottom of a box of shirts Miss Pixie bought at Douglas MacArthur's son's estate sale, she found a dozen pairs of silk pyjamas emblazoned with the monogram he shared with his father. Seizing upon this serendipity, she sold them for $50 apiece.

"Since she already had his stationery, each pair of PJs came with a business card in the pocket. So too went his martini pitchers along with programs from the presidential inaugurals." 

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Pixie Windsor's store features dressers, marble end tables, upholstered club chairs, giant cognac snifters, and vintage phones, whatever she's picked up at auctions. Devotees show up on Thursdays, when she unloads the week's haul. - Extract from Miss Pixie's website.

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But that story proved to be a red herring. We checked it out with MacArthur Memorial archivist James Zobel, in Richmond, Virginia. Was it true, we asked. Had Arthur died in Washington four years ago? 

"No," he replied. "This was the estate sale of one of MacArthur's nephews. Included in the estate were the items belonging to his brother, Captain Arthur MacArthur, USN."

Miss Pixie told us: "I was misquoted in that article. The items (and I got a lot!) were from the estate of the nephew of Douglas MacArthur, who served as Ambassador to Belgium."

We hit pay dirt when we emailed an inquiry to Colonel William J. Davis, USMC (Retired), Executive Director of the General Douglas MacArthur Foundation and The MacArthur Memorial. We asked him what he could tell us about Arthur.

"Arthur lives in New York City and I will send him a copy of your email.," he told us. 

Finally, we discovered the existence of a worldwide Arthur clan, which traces its origins back to King Arthur, and embraces hundreds of MacArthurs, spelt in various ways. It issues a quarterly newsletter called The Round Table.

So we emailed its editor, Bob McArtor, who lives in Alexandria, Virginia, and he replied:-

"I congratulate your wife on a well-written and documented story. You have as much information on the subject as anyone. 

"I wrote to Jean MacArthur on two occasions during the General's illness and am aware of her graciousness. Her son used to visit her in the Astoria Towers in New York which she called home. 

"It would appear he truly did hear a different drummer as he changed his name and literally buried the past. It is a good thing, in my opinion, to keep the subject alive as one day he may change his mind and resurface. He had much to add to history."

Copyright © 2003 Eric Shackle eshackle@ozemail.com.au

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A FEW OTHER STORIES ABOUT ARTHUR MACARTHUR

 

The small zoo on Mt Coot-tha in Brisbane

There was a small zoo located near a searchlight unit associated with an anti-aircraft battery on Mt. Coot-tha in Brisbane during WW2. Arthur MacArthur, the son of General Douglas MacArthur would regularly visit the small zoo with his parents. Douglas Campbell, the Lieutenant in charge of the searchlight unit often met with and became well known to the MacArthurs during their visits to the zoo.

 


 

"Arthur was a bit of a terror!"

Beryl Sivell told me that her boyfriend during WW2, Harold Tichman was a bodyguard for Mrs. MacArthur and her son Arthur MacArthur IV. Harold had been camped at Yeronga Park for a while and then stayed at Lennon's Hotel. Harold advised that Arthur was a bit of a terror of a kid and he showed Beryl a mark on his leg which he still has which is where he stated that Arthur had kicked him. Harold accompanied Mrs. MacArthur and her son back to the States.

George Woltman was one of 6 MPs detailed from the 813th MP Co as MacArthurís bodyguards from early 1942 till near the end of the war. According to several articles and an autobiographical sketch George gave to the MacArthur Memorial, in Norfolk, Virginia many years ago, Woltman was actually MacArthurís personal guard at the Leyte landings. George Woltman went ashore ahead of MacArthur to make sure there were no Japanese snipers in the area. George was a big man, something like 6í5Ē 200lbs. Every time that Arthur MacArthur, the Generalís son, encountered Woltman standing guard duty at the door or wherever, Arthur would kick him squarely in the shins.

Rod Bechtel was a member of MacArthur's Honor Guard which MacArthur has set up in 1945 while he was in the Philippines. When the war ended and General MacArthur moved to Tokyo, he took this unit with him. Half of the Honor Guard lived at the Finance Building and guarded the Dai Ichi Building where he had his office and the other half, the one Rod was in, lived at and guarded the American Embassy where the General, his family and several key aides lived. At that time "Little Arthur", as the guards called the General's son, was about nine and rode his bike or walked in the long tree shaded driveway from the door of their home to a guard post at that entrance to the Embassy compound. Rod told me that Arthur was quite pale, very shy but with a large vocabulary and would sometimes talk a bit with them while they were on guard.

 


 

Arthur "banged on the drums"

To: Arthur MacArthur

When we were children, your father brought you to the Officer's Club at the U. S. Naval Base at Cavite, Philippines. While my dad, Jesse A. Hodges, a U. S. military contractor joined the men for refreshments, you and I went into the stage area where I played the piano while you banged on the drums. This was months before Pearl Harbor was bombed. I was seven years old and you were probably close to four years old. We had fun, but never saw each other again after that. We spent the war years under Japanese rule. My father was imprisoned in the University of Santo Tomas which was used as an internment. We were in a restricted area in San Juan de Rizal.

After we were liberated, we chose to come to Texas, our father's home state, and start life over. I have always wondered what happened to you and have always admired your father in his dedication to return to the Philippines.

I hope this finds its way to you. Best wishes to you and yours.

Sincerely,

Dr. Mary J. Vance (nee Hodges)

Date: 17 April 2007

 


 

Arthur MacArthur at Mrs Brown's Kindergarten at Toowong

Charlie Gall and his mother were living in Brisbane for probably about a year during WW2. They lived on a sheep station at Blackall and Charlie's father joined the Air Force and went overseas to England and his father was in charge of the property while he was away. Charlie's Grandfather decided that they should live in Brisbane for a time due to the feeling of the time that Australia was going to be invaded.

They lived with one of Charlie's father's aunts at Whitmore St, Taringa and Charlie was taken each day to "Miss Brown's Kindergarten" at Toowong. The kindergarten was located at High Street, Toowong, just up the road towards Jephson St on the same side of the street as the RE Hotel. It was an old Queenslander and Charlie believes that it later became a Police Station. Some years ago, Charlie went to the Police Station and asked about the kindy but the officer there had never heard of it. The building is no longer there as it has been pulled down for redevelopment and there is no sign of it now.

Charlie remembers the following:-

"Arthur arrived each day attended by a Chinese lady and there were two armed marines at the door while he was there.  Being only five at the time, I cannot remember much detail but my mother used to talk about it."

"I cannot recall how many there were in the class or if Arthur had a best mate. I only recall that Miss Brown made us have a sleep in the afternoon on little fold up stretchers and that Arthur used to sleep in the one next to mine. Mum used to tell me that the Chinese lady who was with Arthur used to fuss over him and Miss Brown wasn't very happy about her interfering. Also, I don't think she was all that happy about the two armed guards at the door! I have no photos of the kindy or of Arthur."

"I recall that Brisbane was certainly on a war footing with air raid trenches in all yards and shelters made of concrete in Queen st. There used to be an air raid practise each Monday morning at about eight o'clock with the sounding of sirens that seemed to be on power poles at each street corner."

"I am unable to verify any of what is written but it all points to the kindy that I attended with Arthur and it was roughly where I thought it was - around about where Ebor Lane rejoins High Street. It was opposite St Thomas' church but further towards Toowong Village and it all fits that it was in the same area. Thank you for all that. However, what I really want to know is - what is Arthur doing now?"

The house that was originally Mrs Brown's Kindergarden later became the Toowong Police Station. This house at 62 High Street, Toowong (Lot 1279 on SL10294) was sold in October 1997 for $890,000. The land was purchased for redevelopment, and has subsequently been developed for mixed commercial and residential unit purposes.

 


 

Some related history of the Toowong area

Greetings from Bardon Community Association.

Congratulations on the web site. We are slowly working towards a similar local history project ourselves under the guiding hand of Manfred Cross.

I lived at 630 Coronation Drive from 1953 to 1967 so I witnessed the old Toowong Village being replaced by the post war passion for demolishing everything old.

Next door was Bennett's boot factory. It employed many workers. It was an sump oil stained weatherboard building built behind the ancient shop seen in 1893 pictures of the street. They made Duncan Thompson football boots as well as boots for the police and railways.

Next door was Whipple and Tripcony Shell service station.

Next again was Colledge House, a substantial brick shops and flats which housed O.C. Jones Plumbing business. Oscar Jones was a gifted amateur runner in his youth with Toowong Harriers. Colledge was a well known runner also.

We had a blacksmiths shop opposite, backing onto the rail line, which later became a very successful welding business. The main part of the shop was a C.O.R. petrol station which became a Philip's 66 station before being demolished for an office building.

Next door was a small boys delight. A Porsche dealer called Pein Motors which later moved to Taringa to sell Volkswagen also.

Sidney House stood where ABC television is now. It was a very seedy boarding house before demolition.

The house used by ABC radio was intact then. The stables fronted onto Archer Street.

The Toowong Pool was surrounded by an ugly corrugated iron fence. The timber grandstands were almost falling down. We thought James Birrell's roundhouse was very trendy.

The Toowong Library was also awe inspiring during the austere times in which it was built.

The Doctors became Dr Macdonald and the Dentist Mr Rippingale. They were in the same stucco house where the CBA and Commonwealth Bank were, now called 29 High Street.

We collected and sold used newspapers to Bailey and Rodgers butcher shop to wrap up meat. They had sawdust on the floor and used tree trunks as their chopping blocks. Present hygiene inspectors would have a fit.

The shoe repairer was Albert Stanley. He had a strong German accent so he may have anglicised his name. His son was also called Bertie.

Next door was the legendary barber shop of Mr Whittingham. Famous was his "Next gentleman in the chair please" as he discharged his present customer.

I remember Cocks General Store next to the present National Bank. Happily the large tree between Cocks and Albert Stanley's shop still survives. I do not know how.

Cocks General Store disappeared when the BCC, now Woolworths, started to become popular. The staff wore white aprons and weighed and measured the flour and sugar into brown paper bags. There was one of the high ladders on a track to climb up to the high shelving behind the counter.

I worked in a grocers in Benson Street opposite the railway station. If we ran out of something for a customers order it was cheaper for us to buy it from BCC than from Tickles warehouse.

Miss Browns kindergarten was in two old houses facing High Street opposite St Thomas' church. There was part of Ebor Lane giving rear access to the police station next door but not to Miss Browns.

Terry Kratzmann has detailed memories of Toowong during the 1950's. His grandfather had a joinery workshop on the corner of High Street and Ebor Lane.

There was a horse water trough on the island opposite the Royal Exchange. The farmers from Brookfield stopped with their horse carts when returning from the Roma Street markets.

There were still bomb shelters on the old railway platforms up to when it was demolished in the 1950's to build the extra two sets of rail lines.

Regards

John Bray, President Bardon Community Association

 


 

School in Alabama for a short while

Paul Reeder contacted me in January 2011, to say that he remembered Arthur McArthur IV going to his school, Capitol Heights Jr. High, in Montgomery, Alabama in about 1951. Paul Reeder had a faint recollection of Arthur. He said he remembers "he had dark brown hair, lean build. A talker. But that was so long ago I am 73 now and then I was around 13 or 14." Paul Redder attended the school from September 1950 until May 1952.

 


 

Charles Canada, Jr - Arthur's Friend

Charles Canada, Junior was the son of General Douglas MacArthur's new physician. Are you related to Charles? Please contact me.

 


 

The Pittsburgh's Press - April 8, 1946

8-year-old MacArthur Son
Composes Two Piano Pieces

Arthur Considered Musical Prodigy,
Needs New Teacher for Advanced Study

TOKYO, April 8 (UP) - Arthur MacArthur, 8-year-old son of Gen. Douglas MacArthur, has written two compositions for the piano. He is considered by those close to the family to be a musical prodigy.

"He loves music and practices for hours at a time on his own initiative," said one of the few persons able to penetrate the screen of secrecy Gen. MacArthur maintains around his son.

"Little Arthur takes to music naturally." This person said. "He has a good sense of rhythm and everybody says he is very musical."

The boy has been taking music lessons since he was 4 1/2 years old.

His family feels he has progressed to such a point that he needs a new teacher for more advanced work. His present instructor is from Manila.

Arthur's two compositions were described as "pleasant little melodies." However, some people said they were of a rather complicated nature. The boy has not named them yet.

Little Arthur is said to have a particular fondness for classical music. Much of the music he plays is of this kind. He has mastered some of the works of Chopin and other classical composers.

Gen MacArthur's son likes to play the piano for guests who call at his home. On several occasions he has played for GI friends of his father.

 

 

 

Arthur, please send me an e-mail

 

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

I'd like to thank  Eric Shackle for allowing me to use the above story on my web page. 

Eric Shackle is a retired journalist whose hobby is searching the Internet and writing about it. He is author of The World's First Multi-National e-Book, http://www.bdb.co.za/shackle. His work has been published by the New York Times (U.S.), Globe and Mail (Canada), Sydney Morning Herald (Australia) and Straits Times (Singapore). He writes a regular column for senior citizen webzines in U.S., Canada, South Africa and Australia, and is copy editor of Anu Garg's U.S.-based A Word A Day free newsletter, which is e-mailed five days a week to more than half a million wordlovers in 210 countries. 

I would like to thank Charlie Gall of Toowoomba for his assistance with this web page. I would also like to thank John Bray and Rod Bechtel for their assistance with this web page.

I'd like to thank Marty Gruss for his assistance with this web page. Marty is the son of Jack Gruss, who was in MacArthur's Honor Guard in Tokyo after WWII. Marty Gruss is also keen to chat with Arthur MacArthur.

I'd also like to thank Karen Nunan for her assistance with this web page.

 

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