Evidently an accident to the heavy tragedians.
"Nurse, superior, or Help wanted, immediately: go to seaside: experienced infant."
Advt. in "The Manchester Guardian."
The infant: "Let her come. I think I shall know how to deal with her."
"WRONGLY ATTRIBUTED."
You've heard of Willy Ferrero, the Boy Conductor? A musical prodigy, seven years old, who will order the fifth oboe out of the Albert Hall as soon as look at him. Well, he has a rival.
Willy, as perhaps you know, does not play any instrument himself; he only conducts. His rival (Johnny, as I think of him) does not conduct as yet; at least, not audibly. His line is the actual manipulation of the pianoforte—the Paderewski touch. Johnny lives in the flat below, and I hear him touching.
On certain mornings in the week—no need to specify them—I enter my library and give myself up to literary composition. On the same mornings little Johnny enters his music-room (underneath) and gives himself up to musical composition. Thus we are at work together.