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Next Saturday the Harvard players are doomed to being outdressed by the visiting band, wearing full military regalia, and boasting a seven foot drum. Harvard is content to forego the brass buttons and gold braid now that its representatives have added the polish of courtesy to the tunes that they have always rendered faithfully...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: SATURDAY'S HIGH NOTE | 10/24/1927 | See Source »

Scarcely loss hard-fought than the game itself on Saturday was the struggle staged between the Harvard and Holy Cross bands. Harvard certainly had the numerical advantage, boasted, besides a brass baton of considerable proportions, was supplied with artillery, and certainly inherited a act of marching songs of rhythm and tradition...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: DIRTY MUSIC | 10/17/1927 | See Source »

...band of these nineteen-twenties made in the conductor's image. That is to say, it is an essentially ultra-modern orchestra, in which each choir sharpens its characteristics. From sweetness and light to sonorities and shadows the strings play intensively. The wood-winds are edged and pungent: the brass rich in the horns, piercing in the trumpets, full-throated elsewhere: the percussion for tang and tingle. Gone are the gentle instrumental voices, as they would now seem, that elderly subscribers recall from Gericke's time...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: SYMPHONY OPENS SANDERS SEASON THIS EVENING | 10/13/1927 | See Source »

Said the advertisement: "What can he say? He knows that the only cure is to replace the old iron or steel water pipes with brass pipes that can't rust...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Letters: Oct. 10, 1927 | 10/10/1927 | See Source »

Elephant. When the same orchestra played outside the house of a twelve-year-old elephant named Poetre, she listened with polite and melancholy attention. As the wild oboes wailed, she bent her huge head in self-conscious sorrow. When the brass horns shouted, she flapped the floor with a map of Africa, her right ear. For violins and cellos, ehe rolled her small bright eye. Then, when the crazy, jazzy saxophone blew a blue note, Poetre filled the geyser-ish trumpet of her nose with air and water, blew out a moan more liquid than the trombone...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Miscellany: Sep. 26, 1927 | 9/26/1927 | See Source »

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