Albuquerque morning journal. [volume] (Albuquerque, N.M.) 1903-1926, 1910-03-29
MUSIC HATH CHARMS
PROVED BY NINE.
LE BRUN
Famous Opera Singer Coming
Here Soon Demonstrates
Practical Utility of Gift in Bad
Predictament.

Do animals understand and ap.
preciate music? Madame Antoinet-
te lie Brun. who will appear with her
grand opera company at the Elks
theater April 6, says that they do
Mt least, that horses do-and tina. she
has the witnesses to prove II.
The Minneapolis Tribune tells il
thus:
when We we're playing at New Or
leans q few weeks ago" Madame lie
Brun said. We decided to drive ont
to the new racing park. the City club
one afternoon. Having plenty of time,
we engaged 2 queer looking spring
wagon that struck our fancy.
when we had gone about a mile
we got into a mud hole: one of the
horses slipped and went down--and
there We We're. The horses wouldn't
get up. but the drivers temper did.
He was of French ancestry, and the
excitement of the situation got the
better of hin so rapidly hat he be-
gan to curse and pound his horses
disgustingly. | couldn't stand il. Fin
ally ! said;
Let me take those reins,' and /
0 them. I'm going to sing to
them, l said.
mon Dieu, exclaimed the driver.
w nat you KNOW slDOut fDTStS
II know a lot moro than you can
guess" / answered hotly. My father
raised the best race horses in north
ern Indiana--if am an opera singer
And then I began the bohemian
girl.
az dreampt that ! dwelt in mar
BILE halls
The horse tina was down stop
ped floundering about, and the other
horse pricked mp his ears.
With the vassals ana serfs at my
side- | continued.
The fallen horse cast an inquiring
glance at the driver.
land of all those assembled with
in those walls that ] was the JOY and
the PRIDE | sang.
The fallen horse got up. 'Sacre
bleu,' said the F'renchman under his
breath. ! sang on. clucking at the
horse between words:
II had riches too great to count;
could boast Of a high ancestral name.
] also dreamt-which charmed
me most-that you loved me still the
same-'Get ap, and the horses NOV
ed on.
"'Tete de mon pore!' almost shout
ed the driver as | handed back the
rcins. We hadn't gone far before he
DtEttH u ~ ORtfiiN H0htiitltaA tlfJOdA
my performance. 1t was accident,
he insisted. They have no a for
singing.
About this time we got into sand
on that wretched road and down went
his skates again. This time he hand
ed over the reins without a struggle.
Try them with something else,
suggested Mr.. La Male, who with Mr..
HUFFMAN was on the back seat. So
| started up The Last Rose OF Sum-
mer.'
"'Tis the last rose of summer left
blooming alone ! sang. The horses
reproachfully at each other as
/ gently jerked ON the reins. No
flower of her kingdom; no rosebud in
sang /. Get out of this Again
the fallen horse got to his feet.
nc reflect back her bushes The
horses settled into their harness.
'Sacre nomi' exclaimed the driver.
or give sigh for slgA-get ap, and
away we went, never to stop until we
got to the park.
'Diable noir! Nine. diable! You
are a witchl' cried the almost frantic
as We dismissed him. No n
has ever becn able to do that to my
before and he whipped up and
disappeared in his own lust toward
New Orleans, and we never saw him
again.
~ had Just repeated an experiment
] hard often successfully made when
my father ran q stock farm near In
.dianapolis, one which many horsemen
are familiar with. My Witnesses
Ask Mr.. La Male or Mr.. Huttmann.
They are still with me. We could
have pulled 4 coal wagon out of the
hole with The grand opera trio