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...imposter, who had duped ten French Bishops by pretending to be a prelate of the Roman Catholic Church, was exposed when he entered a railway bar at Saint Brieuc and ordered cognac. The bystanders gazed longingly, so the cleric cried: "Set 'em up for the crowd!" His popularity grew; and at the third round there were three cheers for His Grace. After the fourth round, the "priest" indulged in Rabelaisian tales which shocked even the Breton topers. An investigation followed; and the convivial host was discovered to have been formerly a lackey of the Polish diplomatic mission in Paris...
...heard on the concert stage, against the lèst majesté of offering musically scrupulous Berlin the tunes of the Georgia cotton-pickers. Hayes appeared. He sang his first number over the boos of several thousand public-spirited citizens who had come to witness his downfall. The house grew quiet. He sang a group of spirituals, then some songs in German, in French, Italian, Russian, English and one in Japanese. The applause was explosive. Leaving Germany, the dusky tenor received offers for 40 engagements next season...
...minute after minute joined the legions of the past, excitement grew higher and higher. At last the time came for announcing the result of the ballot. Baron Wallraf, President of the Reichstag, rose from his seat. There was dead silence, presaging a mighty storm. Would it be a storm of applause or a storm of indignation? Said the President...
Torrential cheers cut his statement short. It was clear to the heaviest and dullest mind that 300 votes were enough. "Accepted!" roared the supporting members. "Accepted!" roared back the galleries. "Accepted!" cried the Ludendorffists (extreme Monarchists) with dismay. "Accepted!" roared the Communists in anger. The noise of mad cheering grew wilder and wilder. The Communists fairly danced and shrieked with rage. The Ludendorffists turned about and fixed the Diplomatic Gallery with a cold, calculating glare of insolence, shook their fists at the assembled diplomats. But nothing served to alter the cheerful mien of M. de Margerie, French Ambassador to .Germany...
...will rank as high a century from now as Mozart or Beethoven!" No enemy to Jazz is Koussevitzky. It is stated of him that in London one night, stopping at a supper-club for a bite, he heard some young Americans rendering their native melodies. He listened; his bite grew cold. "I like good music," said...