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Updated: June 21, 2025
It was apt to break out on Saturday afternoons, after rehearsal, when the choirmaster had taken his departure. Frequently the disturbance amounted to no more than taunts and jeers on one side and threats and recriminations on the other, but the atmosphere that it created was of that electrical nature that might at any moment develop a storm.
I shall give all of you tickets to come to the church, the Boarder and Lily Rose, too." "Oh," cried Amarilly, "that will be lovely, and we shall all come." "Of course you will all come. Your friend, the bishop, is to marry us, and Bud is going to sing a solo. The choirmaster told me his voice was developing wonderfully." "I must go home and tell them all about it," said Amarilly excitedly. "Wait!
Wonderingly and obediently, Bud followed him into the church and up to the organ where the choirmaster sat. "This is one of the boys from St. Mark's. Try him on the solo. He just sang it for me." "I thought I heard it sung just now, but I feared it was only an echo of my dreams. Let me hear you again, my lad." Easily and confidently Bud attacked the high C in alt.
In childhood Galileo showed great skill in invention. He made curious toys with cogs and wheels and eccentrics; whittled out violins, and transformed simple reeds into lutes, upon which he played music of his own composition. In fact, so great was his skill in music that at twenty they wished to make him official organist and choirmaster of the Cathedral.
Slowly, with the air of an irritated lion, the king turned his head in order to see what stupid choirmaster mingled Hebrew verses with the hymn of Osiris. Then ensued noise and confusion. The windows, behind which was the darkness, shone with a red light. The people had assembled before the palace with torches in order to do homage to Pharaoh, the son of Light. The king looked annoyed.
At the end of the solo, the long-suffering choirmaster looked as if he were an Orpheus, who had found his Eurydice. "Who taught you to sing that solo?" he demanded. "My school teacher. She is studying fer an opery singer, and she helps me with my Sunday singing." "I thought the style was a little florid for the organist of St. Mark's," said the choirmaster whimsically.
At the top of the stairs the choirmaster turned and waited for him. "At last we have the honor. Welcome to the greatest master in Germany!" he said smoothly, throwing open the door. Without a word Bach brushed past him. His eye sought the great organ.
The turn of the wringer never seemed so easy, and she frequently paused in the rubbing of a soaped garment to wring the suds from her swollen hands and listen anew to the recital of Bud's call upon the bishop and the choirmaster of Grace Church. The next day the flood-tide of the Jenkins's fortunes bid fair to flow to fullness. Word came to the little home that Mr.
The patient was Koenig, the choirmaster of "All Saints'," a little fat German with long mustaches, which he waxed and curled as he lay in bed. Glory had christened him "the hippopotamus," and at her mimicry he laughed so much that he rolled and pitched and dived among the bedclothes. "Ach, Gott!" he cried, "vot a girl! Never I haf never heard any one so goot on de stage. Vot a voice, too!
and sometimes prefer a tickle to a grand assault. You have filled the cathedral with flowers; organist and choirmaster poised you stand there expectant dressed in your best suit. You may find that yawning, somnolent with incense, she has slipped away around the corner to a restaurant where a painter having sketched the waiter on a paper napkin uses it to blot the marinara sauce
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