The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1880-03-10
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Ncfc tOItcu On AAsl evening W ooodchiy
put on q 'sub''to write up the Wilhelmj
concert. He h . gentleman who as
sured us that what he lacked In knowi-
edge he more than compensated for in
appreciation. He has handed US his
report, and the FIRST few lines cause US
to question the policy OF publishing IL.
But We can probably dress IL up and
give 1t place.
Hello here's the foreman What did
say, Mr.. Foreman, copy" Let's see
one. two, three, four. pages; oh, take
IL.
1.-The following is the subs repoItl;
That was a daisy concert at Recrea-
ton Hall last night. The fiddler and
the piano player and the ballad singer
made q boss team. Just look at them:
wilhelmj,
Vogrich, Salyotti.
THE piano player comes out FIRST.
He's a good looking young fellow and
looks much like a chrome picture Of
Goethe or Schiller. But. heavensl how
he can paw ivory. He astonished that
three cornered piano with pine saw
horse legs. When he got down to bus
mess, the piano seemed to get upon lis
hind legs and howl with delight. vog-
rich acted rs II he had ten drumsticks In
his hands. He could bang forty chips
at n time. Once the frizhtful tones OF
thunder were heard. Now the music
sounded asif two train loads OF pianos
had bucked against each other. and we
looked for the pine saw horse legs TO
give way. but they didn't. They
wouldn't do 1t Just for spite. Then
vogrich would get tired playing hard
and fondle and pat and pur the keys,
and let on Re wasn't n lit mad. Then's
when We felt good. We felt as II we
had n palate and n throat in our ear
and were drinking In music by the gal
lon. Talk about a pretty little ripping
stream flowing down a rocky shaded
glen while n few lost rays OF sunshine
fell through the green bougbs overhead
oh, go away! Vogrich's playing was
the ripping stream on a piano. We
assure our readers he Is the boss.
Gottschalk, Heller, Rubenstein. Mills
and those other follows made big
names. But give us Vogrich, II you
please.
Miss Salvotti was second. She Is
about the best singer in Wyoming, aud
a great many other territories and
states besides. She seems TO have
been brought up on singing. u comes
to her rs naturally as trouble and sor-
row and measles. All she had to do
was 10 open her mouth and music rolled
out like the waves Of the ocean, OF gen.
tie US the summer zephyr in an orchard
Of n moonlit night. She can howl the
finest strains Of loud and full music you
ever heard from any instrument, and
then she trains herself. large rs she Is,
TO the ripping. watery notes Of q sweet
canary. And she does IL without any
effort, too. She could do II just rs well
with both hands tied behind her back.
But don't say she can't sing; and don't
you forget that the way she trilled OF
Home, sweet home." just made the
tears hump into mahy M eye. We
don't wonder that she doesn't travel
with Kellogg and Carey aud Nilsson
and Seguin, and those girls, aged 40
and unmarried, for Miss Salvotti is u
star OF equal size.
"wilhelm, with his fiddle and his ],
sho we'd up third. There doesn't seem
to be anything remarkable about
either he or his hldle. His first look
from the stage caused us to think he
was laboring under u mistake; that he
got into the wrong house. That sur
prised look was rubbed of by some ap-
~plause, and vogrich began walking
over the keyboard Of the piano to
waken up Wilhelm and his fiddle and
his ]. Then wilhelmj showed signs Of
life. His left hand sought the pocket
in the rear OF his ~pigeon-tail coat, and
he nervously fumblcd about for a stray
gum drop he left there three weeks
ago. It was gone, and then he got out
a search warrant for the hole out Of
which It was lost. Sudd, My he re-
membered that he had nm engagement,
aud he carefully inspected his fiddle to
see IL 1t was his own, and read the date
Of its birth on its silver door plate. He
c united the strings and keys, and was
finally convinced that II was his own
Stradivarius, worth $4,000. But there
might be something wrong with the
bow; so he counted the horse hairs,
wound 1t mp like N alarm clock and
In an instant he vas ut work. Shades
Of Rawhide Buttes! how he rasped that
ancient violin. First 1t sounded like an
orchestra with the base drummer para
lyzed. Then he ran of into u duett,
tenor and bass. A and G notes came
floating along together rs natural and
loving as an engaged pair yum-yum-
ing on ire beach. Talk Of your music
If flutes, and reeds aud other instru-
ments; talk of silvery notes Of birds and
prima donnas. Why Wilhelmj just
played with them all. He could coax
the G string intestones Us clear as the
full moon on n cloudless night. The