Los Angeles herald., 1892-12-11
HE WENT TO A "PoP."
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ionable Concert.

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ioDable Concert.
yesterday afternoon they had pop" at the
old st. Vincent hail and, as all the balance of
the staff were detailed elsewhere, there was no
one to write it up but the horse reporter. With
commeDdable delicacy he insisted that, as he
was wholly unacquainted with musical ter ms,
and did not therefore wish to commit the Office
on account of mis- pitiable ignorance, he should
write out his report in the first person singu-
lar.-EDs.]
The day overhead was quite cloudy,
but the air was warm and the soil un-
derfoot comparatively dry when 1 got
there, and favorable to fast time. The
nominations were five in number, and
as none of them paid forfeit the indi-
Gator showed the following starters:
William Piutti, pianist; j. Bond Fran
cisco, violinist; Miss Grace Miltimore,
soprano; Miss Beatrice Francisco, ac-
companist; Mr.. Bernhardt Bierlich,
'cellist.
The first was trio between the three
gentlemen, who gave us one of Bee
thoven's compositions. 1t was very
we'll rendered, especially the bass fiddle,
portion of it. NV sympathies natura lily
incline in that direction, for while can
not sing can growl. Speaking OF Bee
thoven Gn whose name the "h" is
SILENT reminds me of Artemus Wards
description of the big organ in Boston.
Its facade is covered with carved busts
of great composers. Artemus asked for
information:
"Whoo.se head an neck is that?"
"Mozart," says the man.
"Mose Art? sez 1. never knew any
body by that name, but was we'll &C.
quainted with Nose Jenkins. Who's
this feller next to him."
Beethoven" says the man.
"B. Town? B. Tovin-any relation
to B. Flanklin, or wasn't he Bawssin
man?
Miss Miltimore sang next. If any
thing else was wanting, her rich and
sympathetic voice made her an even
money favorite before the flag fell. If
ever it comes down to a singing match
between all the young ladies of Los An
geles, this one will have a walk.over.
Mr.. Bierlich's cello solo came next. A
"pop" without a cello performer would
be something like a performance of
Macbeth without a Scotchman on the
stage. He gets the sound out of that
big fiddle of his'n and it's as new cider.
Mr.. Piutti then played piano solo
and his hands raced up and down the
keys at such rate as to remind me of
the race between Lodi and Norfolk, at
Sacramento, % years ago. At times the
lace between his hands was very close
and blanket would have covered them
both.
There was murmur of applause as
Mr.. Francisco walked down the stretch.
He is bright sorrel, about the color of
Salvador, and has the greatest freedom
of action. His expressive head is well
set upon strong neck, and his muscu-
lar development is excellent. He played
one of De Beriot's concertos, which he
began in very slow jog, but as he pro-
gressed the pace began to quicken and
it was very evident that he would win
in canter, which he did without being
extended. His action is simply perfect,
and he can give any other local violinist
a years weight and beating. Don't
go to Saturday 'pop" without having
a pool on young Mr.. Francisco.
Miss Miltimore sang her second num-
ber in her usual eloquent style, and
threw a great deal of warmth into the
song, which was the Sea Voyage, by
Hauptmann. She retired amid volley
of applause, having won with the great
est of ease.
Owing to the lateness of the hour l
was unable to wait to see the three gen.
tlemen 60 to the post for the final race
of the day, which was trio for piano,
violin and cello. 1t was one of the
cleversst amateur performances 1 ever
witne essed, and in marked variance with
most of such performances given in this
city. The HORSE REPORTER.