Berkeley High School - Olla Podrida Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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OLLA PODRIDA : BERKELEY HIGH almost anything to secure it. They were of various nationalities, mostly German, French, Italian and Russian, with a few Americans, English- men and Swedes. It was the custom for all who came to perform. The program had this evening been exceptionally good. A Frenchman and three Ital- ians had played Handel's l..argo. A Swedish girl had sung the Mad Scene from Lucia, with great effect. A German baritone had ren- dered HO, Du Mein Holder Abendsternf' from Tannhauser. The last number was a violin solo by an American, one of his own composition. He was a small, thin, pale little man, with long, delicate fingers and heavy, black, curly hairy He raised his violin and began. The first part was light and ripplingg one could hear the violin laugh. Suddenly the music changed to wild, minor chant: then came harmony, which sent thrill after thrill through the auditors. Gradually the tempo quickened, until there was a bright uswingi' to the aria. The tones were of a won- derfully sweet, cool, pureness. The player's body swung with the rythm of is, as his quick fingers flew up and down the strings. His head was bent low and moved from side 'to side with the wave of the body. Finally, with an exquisite run and a trill, the music ended, and the artist, head still bowed, hand fallen, eyes half closed, sank into a seat, amidst dead silence. The stillness was at last broken by a woman's sob. The first to speak was a little fat Italian, who was sitting next the composer, Holy Mother, Signore, it was beautifulli' The spell was broken. They crowded around him, congratulating him, praising him, shaking his hand, and a pretty French girl kissed him on the lips. We x 'fJ sw of 'vi X f N 1 5 25

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