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Show KEPT TIME WITH THE MUSIC Knitting Finally Got on Nerve3 of Individual In-dividual Who Was There to Enjoy the Contest. "I was at an orchestra concert recently." re-cently." said a noted musician of Cleveland, "and was enjoying It thoroughly thor-oughly when, about the middle of the first number I began to feel a strange and regular movement about me. At first I thought it was the beat of the music, because I felt it grow slower and faster as the music went. But I never knew that Mr. Stockowski's beat extended as far into the auditorium audi-torium as my seat. Gradually the movements grew more pronounced. Finally it became physical. It edged into my ninth or tenth rib, I'm not sure which. Slow in the andante movements, vigorous in the alleroe, it edged into me. "I looked at my neighbor, a pretty woman of about thirty. She was knitting. knit-ting. Oblivious of the music she knitted knit-ted and knitted, responding unconsciously uncon-sciously to the rhythm. Of course, it was for the Belgians, or I should have ventured a protest But I feared the worst. In the dignified Sibelius number the elbow of my neighbor nudged me in appreciative gentleness In the dance played by Zimbalist they insisted a little, but joyfully and respectfully. re-spectfully. Then the orchestra began to play the 'Marche Slave.' With the first blare of the trumpets my 'innards' 'in-nards' were attacked. With the beat of the drum my whole body was pounded by the knitting enemy's bayonets. bay-onets. As the crescendo rose I saw her arm coming in a flanking movement move-ment and fled for my life." |