Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1897-10-14
ANARCHIST METHODS.
poW THE GREAT TEACHER TERRoR-
 lzEs HER SCHOLARS.

lZEo HER SCHOLARS.
 instructions h Singing From Fer Not
 Altogether an Agreeable ordeaI-Bu
 She Consoientiously Labors. Always For
 Her Pupils Benefit.
 III the musical world of Europe nc teacher stands higher than Mme. Mar ehesi, and yet first interview with her is an ordeal to be dreaded. She may tell you with almost brutal frankness that your cherished Yoeal projects are thin as air bubbles anu That you had better turn your attention to cooking. Or. with one unusual gleam of her gray eyes and one sudden indTawn breath making her thin lips still thinner, she may tell you that you are destined to lift the heart of the world in immortal saong and wear the laurels of d great lyric career. Again, she may tell you with the same blunt severity that you nave no looks at all for the stage, and after you have been accepted as a pupil you are still subjected to her mefciless severity.
 To Dc taught by Mime. Marchesi is nor to have the luxury of an Individual lesson, an hours good, eozy, comfort able time all to yourself By no means. That Is not her plan. You are taught ln class. You are thus introduced at once to an audience. You thus have an opportunity of conquering stage fright. GU are thus submitted to the criticism of others. Not only your voice, but 9ear manners, your gait, your way of holding your hands are studied From head to foot you are scrutinized.
 A small platform is in the center of 31aafchesS,s < salon, where the pupil stands sand recites loF sings her lesson. The class sit around the room and eriticise. The pupil has to face not only the class, but the audience includes often the first musicians of the world. How does q sensitive woman bear the gun fire of Mme Marehesi's criticism, her ridicuIe, her sarcG2n1 and severity One day one of the class was having her minutes of lesson before q crowded room. Mar ehesi vas in sardenie humor that islf4i.I.4. B flsaI4rks were brilliant, but more cutting than Damascus blade The audience felt that q climax was coming. It came. The girls lip began to tremble as Marchesi's com mentary sparkled and cut and sparkled again. Her lip trembled more and more. The agitation gained upon her whole body. til she shook like willow in the wind. Poor dear, the other pu- MfIB held their breath. The room was Elent as a tomb You could hear Mar ehesi's watch tick in her pocket. Stll the pupil stroYe to bring out the tone filat those severe lips of Mmchesi had commanded At last the voiea rolled out The tone gained upon the room. The voice stopped.
 You sing ike foollf literally hissed Marchesi, and the storm broke
 The girl burst into tears. Her sobs coming apon the silence were most painful. -AAse.IL. IL.ene of the pupils dared tc ~ ,-zs' rd5rwara witlie comfort or handller-
 The girl FtifeW the sheet of mu-
 on the floor AQnd covered her face
 Ii her handsA Then dashing the
 irs away from herS face, she stopped
 wn. gathered up the Aeattered music
 le 1t into shfeds, tossad it to every Art of the room, and rushed from the latform stage. All felt it was over ith her forever, so far as lessons with EMarehesi were concerned, and more Fthan one heart ached for her.
 "Ha, hal" laughed Marchesi, rising delightedly from the piano, rubbing her hands together and walking, or rather stalking, majestically through the room Anut s.P 2nd down and again seating herself at the piano. Fla, ha! That girl will singi oiio has the grand fire. She is dramatic She has the fine pas sion of the devil. And tho girl eame back the next day and won Marehesi's bravos and hand clapping.
 Upon another occasion Malehesi sat ill judgment upon pupils hands as she stood upon the platform
 Now, don't put up your lip like a baby. she says, if tell you that ] never saw such d b0oby. You 're as awk ward as Il country clown Look at your hands! Just look at them dangling down at your sides like jumping jack waiting to twiteh on pole. Mais, vol la, " she continued, eoftening little, ! If do not tell you, ma chere, of thesa things now while you are in my salon. do you know who will tell you of them later on when you stand for the first time hefore one of the great audiences of Europe: The reporters will fay you alive and deservedly Will they not note down every awkward gesture, every gaueherie? Will they not say. She has Il divine voice, but she held her hands like Il clown?' And when you read 1t in alI the papers the next morning, ah, TOW you will exelaim, Why did moi Marehesi correct me, tell me, reprove rue, no matter how scverely?' Now, hold your hands easily, one palm crossed upon the other, the right hand across the left, the forefinger and middle hn var If the rioht hand betWeel the thumb