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I happened to stop in just as rehearsal closed. Imagine my surprise when the conductor laid down his baton and the orchestra turned loose a flock of bravos and dashed, not for the door, but for the 'cellist. It looked like the gang on the bench surrounding the fullback after he had run ninety-five yards to the winning touchdown. How did Brick appoint himself the newspaper's music critic? Go to http://themestream.com/articles/207389.html.html to find out. |
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