Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1912-11-15
The Symphony


4 the people OF the Latin quarter
4 whose patronage the house solicited.
4 and more especially this Friday
night it seemed. The manager knew
/ why such an unusual number ell
bowed and pushed each other in their
( eagerness to get near the door.
The winners Of the coveted dollars
would not squander them this week
Instead they would send them direct
! ly TO the homeland. where relatives
( and friends were in terror and sai-
fering
They can't an go on. steve" said
the manager TO his assistant wen
/ have to thin them out See what
kind of a turn each one does and
take the best get the funniest ey-
cry time The people have cried
/ enough this week-they're paying TO
be amused tonight, so be careful not
TO get any weeping willow acts
Hustle up. now! III look after the
/ seating. The law allows as to squeeze
in 100 more"
The assistant hurried behind the
scenes and began sorting the per-
/ formers. It was no easy task, and
many ere the threats and curses as
one after another was refused
chance to go on He had almost in
ished mis- selection when he came TO
a swarthy little man in the costume
Of a Sicilian peasant.
"Hulio." said the assistant. What
do you do Speak up"
Me playa de plan" said the little
man, moving his fingers over an
imaginary instrument Me playa
good. Ye-es.'
No pianists." said the assistant,
moving on. People no ike. Get the
hook. Understand"
"But-me playa nice. Ne no getta
da hook. Ne maka da plan to talk
NO doubt you can make 1t walk
but l can't let you try Next"
The little man turned away, NUT
tering as his fellows had done, and
the curtain went up for the first per-
former.
There was something wrong with
the audience that night. 1t was ex-
tremely critical and hard to please.
The merriest jokes fell fat and the
cleverest trickster was only family ap-
plauded
TITS funny said the manager as ne
and his assistant met in the rear or
the ham. what ais themz That last
song was wen done and mighty
catchy. why don't they ciap2'
Il don't know. said the ether
gloonily Eat the rate they're turn
ing 'em down tie whole bunch could
have some on What. I told that
fellow to keep OF
The little man ia Sieilian costume
was standing in the middle OF me
STAGE. He looked a bit OF old Italy
with his Curly locks and long gold
earrings. Il come 10 play to you Of
the homeland he said tn his native
tongue. II have the music that can
make you see It as it lies in the sun
light 1t VIII make you see The sea-
the olive groves and the clear blae
sky LISTEN
The audience grew suddenly sun
as he seated himself at the piano and
struck q few soft chords. Then the
notes began 10 weave themselves in
to story. and as the musician IN
folded it to his listeners his lace
grew rapt ard was beautiful
When he stopped. the crowd broke
into frenzy Of applause. Men so35ed
aud women screamed.
eWhatH he 90 next7' asked the
manager. +The man is wizard
That's hne, He's playing the Italian
National air Hurry up. Bowiey and
throw the pictures Of the king and
queen on the screen before they stop
singing. The roofn fall with their
noise"
When the lights were turned on
again the excitement had spent itself
little. the man who had caused it all
was gone. A reporter for one Of the
dailies came hurrying up and seized
the manager by the arm.
How'd you get him, Davy?' he
asked. Where is he? I want to in
terview him. Quick, before he es-
capes
Hes gone already" said the man
aeer. II wanted to see him, too He's
lust the man for the place"
The reporter stopped him. Do you
mean to say you don't know who he
was?v he cried. He was Lorenzo,
the great composer
Il was thinking some Of hiring him
at IS per" he said The next minute
he added thoughtfully: What do you
suppose made him DO it? He must
have had reason.
Hurrying homeward was the little
man in peasants costume.
All they understood" he mused.
7 knew they could. They loved It for
Itself alone, not because l. the great
Lorenzo. played it. No other but tbs
Italian could have appreciated it as
they did. To the English-bah--it
would have had to be explained in
cold worlds Sc that they might follow
What care 1 if I get no gold beyond
the beggarly first prize. perhapss Ap-
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