The Monmouth inquirer., 1925-05-21
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Its peachy moon, but If you in
sist on having your fevered soul
charmed with music, why of course
I'll take you in,' says the young man,
agreeably, as he follows the girl into
the parlor where the home talent con-
cert was 10 take place.
"They need an advertising manager,
that's cinch,' he comments, glanc-
ing around the room.
First number on the program is g.
dance" he continues, "and that's she
in the pale green. bet you seven to
three.
"Yup-and what do you know about
the toe dancingI Say, / can do that.
You never saw me, did you? Well. !
taught it at college-when / had a
gym class, you know. No, we didn't
call it that, particularly, but We did
all the exercises. And maybe
haven't got the system! The only
thing is, | haven't got an appropriate
gown unless l wear my graduation
gown.
.Say. gaze at the prima donna!
She's some star, all right. See her get
ready. She could fill football on
that wind.
THAT was NJ. or maybe H. she
took chat time. It's Greek opera, l
gather. That's where my training
comes in. / bet there's no one else
here who can catch the language it's
in.
what do you think of her execu-
tion?" He turns inQuiringly to his
companion. ooh, thought SO; you're
in favor of it, too" He mods appre-
ciatively. It'll be a great execu-
ton
did you know we're to be treated
to a YioIin?" he asks, soto voice.
'Tm crazy about it, violently. That's
the artist over there. l can tell by
his eyes and his ears. The last time
l heard one a lady came over and sat
down beside me, after it was all over,
and asked me if my music wasn't my
whole world. She took me for the
artist, you see. That's what made me
crazy about it, and fear I'll never get
over it,
The vioIinist tunes up his instru-
ment.
Sounds like Wagner. Fine techni-
quei" the young man explains, SO that
people turn to see who is speaking,
and the girl bushes, while she glances
appreciatively at him.
Now he's beginning. Open your
soul to the heavenly melody, for it's
what we've come for" The young
man slide, down in his chair and
stares iE.o the eyes of the yiolinist
raptur0sIy.
"Ev ybody's looking at YOU" gig
giles the young woman beside him.
~ sit up and behaved"
IT'S plain to be seen you have no
keen love for music" replied the
young man in an injured tone. Now
you've taken the spell away.
"Wouldn't it be something to do If
we keep track of the times he's of the
key? You know, have theory to
the effect that people would get lot
more real good out of things like this,
of they'd go at it systematically. Now,
according to the way las. heard that
song. he's fallen from seven-eights to
nine-tenths off the key every time ne
trembles on that fearful strain at the
top.
when you understand music you
know that they do that on purpose II
makes your hearers sit up and take
notice. It's on the principle OF playing
a scale UP to the last note. You know
that a real music lover will climb
stone wall to strike the last note, to
finish it. So an audience will listen to
the painful end, waiting for the artist
to strike the missing tone right. Now,
you listen, and I'll bet he'll hit it right
on the mark before he's done.
Here the Greek opera again! say
this is too much for my emotions. Gee,
If weren't so modest! But, honestly,
/ can sing Latin, and after the ice
cream is passed I'll volunteer.
Looked Suspicious.