Part 9 (1/2)
”You see, sir, we are no further than Leybach and Auber The name you mention is not familiar to me, but I can tell you all the different works of Carl Czerny; and I kno to spell Mascagni”
”Heavens,” screaht Beer was ordered, and after a short piano solo--Czerny's _Toccata in C_, froazed enviously at the coed for the day when it would be free and critics ofwas at an end He had never endeavored to inculcate knowledge of a positive sort in his pupils Besides, what did e?
They had Grove's Dictionary as a starter, and by carefully negativing every date and fact printed in it, they were sure to hit the truth soed the committee to be allowed to present speciraduating class of 1912
The request was granted, and Dr Nopkin selected as the reader There was an interval of tenwhich the doctor played snatches of De Koven and Scharwenka, and the class drove its pen furiously
Finally, the bell sounded, and the following criticisms were handed to the president, and read aloud while the class blushed in ruddy ense_
”It was a startling sight thatBuzzard_ when he entered the De Pew Opera House last night at 822 All the leading families of Mushmelon, arrayed in their best rairoups, and it was al of disappointment thatthe curtain arise on the seventh act of _Faust_ Of course thewere applauded to the echo, and the principals were forced to bow their acknowledgracious applause of the upper ten of Mush is a list of those present,” etc (Here follow naood notice that,” said one of the older members of the committee Mr Quelson hastened to explain that it was intended for an eht city editor was un in a more superior vein”
Dr Nopkin read:
_How I Heard Paderewski!_
”Of course I heard Paderewski Let me tell you all about it I had quarreled with my dear one early in the day over a pneuo listen to some music
”Music always soothes entle reader?
”I went to hear Paderewski
”Taking the Broadway car, s, livers; is life really worth the liver?--I sat down and paid rimy uniform
”Some day I shall tell you about my adventure with a car Dear Lord, what an adventure it was!
”Ah, the bitter-sweet days! the long-ago days ere young and trolleyed
”But let me tell you how Paderewski played!
”After I reached my seat 4000 woas I could, and then--why, Padereas bowing, and I forgot all about the woht of me
”Fancy a slender-hipped orchidaceous person, an epicene youth with Botticellian hair and a Nietzsche walk Fancy ten fluted figures and then--oh, you didn't care what he was playing--indeed, I o hoive you olden day, the violets are save theround; why should I bother about piano, Paderewski, or technique?
”Dear Lord, dear Lord--!”