An American Girl in Munich

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urned earth. In front of the Feldernhalle the pigeons were fluttering and whirling, now suddenly swooping down from the roof, then darting back again like arpeggios of light. Around the flag pole a crowd of laughing children were tossing crumbs, and then running shyly back into t

nd Mütterchen is contemplating for us-mind you, I say contemplating-a trip to the Italian lakes. Think of it-Bellagio, Como,

Heinrich's letter and wants to get her niece away from Munich for fear she may meet him. Ever since that shocking occurrence in the dining-room neither Frau von Waldfel nor the Fr?ulein have come

oxes. Most of them are reserved for the royal family and persons of rank. The one which was allotted to us was almost behind the high altar and facing the entire congregation. We could not be seen because no light from the church itself fell on the little glass windows, tightly closed, which covered the front of our box, but we could see excellently, and I shall never forget the brilliancy of the scene. I could not help but contrast the sight before me with that which I had beheld within these same walls last Christmas Eve. Now the church was filled with a throng of men in dazzling uniforms-her

essiah." I cannot tell you how impressive it was to hear these familiar strains amid such strange surroundings. I thought of the many times I had heard them sung at home. Then as the trumpets rang gloriously out on that mighty phrase, "King of Kings!" and the whole orchestra came i

simply sweeps the orchestra along. At the close of the concert occurred the usual ovation, a number of enthusiastic admirers staying to cheer and applaud until the lights were put out. Weingartner's cond

program announced it as a play by Otto Julius Bierbaum with music by Ludwig Thuille. At first, therefore, I was slightly disappointed, but the whole thing is so charming that I soon forgot my annoyance at the spoken dialogue. The Princess, whom Lobet

hool to-day when who should come breathlessly up the stairs but Edith. She had

th me," she said. "Do come an

d fit of their gowns, and as for their footwear! Such a time as we had to-day trying to buy those walking boots! In the first place we could find nothing narrower than d and Edith has the daintiest little foot imaginable. Then all t

olding a clumsy thing at arm's length and surveying

glance at us. "Broad?" she sai

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tess von R--, Frau Excellenz von

cheeks flushing, "and I don't care a fig what these ladies with the long titles

t of the store, I following meekly, and the Fr?ulei

treet that I dared to break the silence i

t the Baroness mentioned that a new shoe store had been opened

go there," she said. "I'm afraid the barefoot i

he window of the new shop. Edith was so delighted at finding something that would fit that she paid without

Cecilia, and don't get caught i

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a fairy cobweb lying shimmering in the sun; this is Beethoven as played by Ysaye. Never sh

seat, and indeed none were to be had, for as we entered the hall of the Bayerische Hof, every place was taken and crowds were standing in the aisles. Accordingly, we made our way to the balcony, for beneath the windows there runs a low, broad step which answers very well in place of a seat. When we arrive

our ears straining to catch every note of that wonderful music. Polly had brought her score. One of the players in the Kaim Saal orchestra comes to her weekly and they read together, so she is familiar with all the sonatas. But after a time I shut my eyes to the printed symbols. I wanted only to hear, for from the moment Ysaye draws his bow across the strings "the weariness, the fever, an

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pavilions of

But what impressed me most forcibly about h

ust always be the master of his emotions. He must make others cry, weep, exult, but must himself, while sensing every suggestion, remain in perfect realization of the situation. Picture Elizabeth sobbing in the

at Naples and who hope to meet us at Milan. You can imagine how delighted we are to think of seeing some one from home, for letters at best a

ar. We found ourselves in the midst of an idly sauntering throng, for the greater part of München had turned out to luxuriate in the sunshine. Oh! my dear, how it would shock your fastidious taste to see the new Reform Kleid. All winter the women showed unpleasant symptoms of adopting this form of dress, and now that spring has come the fever has burst forth. The garments are all entirely in one piece, hanging straight downward, without shape or curve, totally ignoring the existenc

the terraces on either side. The Promenade itself stretches along the edge of the embankment, under great shady trees. So delightful was it that we wandered down to the Peace Monument and lingered there till six o'clock. The sunset was not especially brilliant, but the clo

the Conservatory. Fr?ulein Mikorey, a pupil of Stavenhagen's, is to play a Beethoven conce

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ch of these factors may have its individual influence in striking terror to the heart of the timid performer, but they are all as nothing, absolutely nothing, I say, in comparison with that austere, black-coated, solemn-visaged line of professors who occupy the front row. You cannot imagine anything more terrifying than to stand on the platform and look down on this human barricade which shuts one off, as it were, from all that is friendly and encouraging. Stavenhagen sa

if Italian were a language of commerce, by means of which I was to make a communication to the audience. But, dear me! I forgot all about that and everything-yes, even the depressing effect of the front row-when once I got to singing. And when it was over I could have hugged the fellow who cried "Bravo! Amerika! Ameri

ra stage. One sadly wonders how many of them will ever "arrive," but when an argument is raised or a doubt expressed as to their ultimate success, they immediately cite the case of Geraldine Farrar, the American who is at