CONCERT SERIES

Two of the finest treats of the musical world were Hanover's own for a night as the annual concert series drew to a close. The Kedroff Quartette, sang on the night of the twentieth, and lived up to every expectation. Anything which comes to Hanover as highly written and spoken about as were these men ipso facto becomes the object of the keenest possible critical scrutiny. This they underwent and came out smiling; it is very possible that not for a long time to come will there be another evening so full of genuine enjoyment.

Then shortly after the recess, the musical year came to a close with Efrem Zimbalist, who fiddled and played much to the satisfaction of the capacity crowd which was on hand to greet him. A characteristic stampeding Hanover audience managed to disturb the peace a trifle, but Mr. Zimbalist very unkindly denied us a touch of the artistic temperament which he by all rights ought to have displayed. In fact, it was as un-Millayan an exhibition as could be imagined. Perturbed though he was, he kept industriously at his work—or perhaps that's just one more kind of temperament. Anyway, a word about these Hanover audiences. We have often heard ourselves damned and damned and damned by certain members of the faculty for the illbehaviour shown at concerts. This we hasten indignantly to deny; moreover, we just as assertively assert that the student body is the best behaved of the lot at these functions. Perhaps through this column we might organize a body for the suppression of noisemakers at concerts—we can already imagine the suggestions piling up before the office door. It perhaps is just a tradition—at any rate, it's a lot more strictly observed than a good many of the traditions hereabouts. Why, for instance, do the seniors no longer use their fence? We can remember when we were freshmen having wild ideas about getting up in the middle of the night that we might sneak uptown and plant pyjamabottoms on said fence—but that illusion was soon brushed entirely from our minds, until we had visions of seniors making nocturnal excursions for the same purpose. Perhaps it is part and parcel of the glorious emancipation program which was set afoot earlier in the year by Palaeopitus—we don't know. But we digress.

William Harms, a 21 year old pupil of Joseph Hofmann, played in Hanover on Sunday afternoon, April 12, and amazed the audience with a technical facility which almost goes beyond description. He was brought here through the Arts.

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