“Don’t forget the ‘g,’ Robert,” admonished the teacher.
“Gee! See the horse runnin’.”
Miss Jeannette Gilder was one of the ardent enthusiasts at the début of Tetrazzini. After the first act she rushed to the back of the house to greet one of her friends. “Don’t you think she is a wonder?” she asked excitedly.
“She is a great singer unquestionably,” responded her more phlegmatic friend, “but the registers of her voice are not so even as, for instance, Melba’s.”
“Oh, bother Melba,” said Miss Gilder. “Tetrazzini gives infinitely more heat from her registers.”
Walter Damrosch tells of a matron in Chicago who, in company with her young nephew, was attending a musical entertainment.
The selections were apparently entirely unfamiliar to the youth; but when the “Wedding March” of Mendelssohn was begun he began to evince more interest.
“That sounds familiar,” he said. “I’m not strong on these classical pieces, but that’s a good one. What is it?”