Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 46, Number 306, 5 November 1921 — Page 16

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A Little Story of Anton Rubinstein Anton Rubinstein, founded the Imperial Conservatory 'in SL

Petersburg in 1862. It wad Rubin- J

stein who laid the foundation for the first systematic musical education in Russia. Born in southwestern Russia in

1829, he became the most brillianH

pianist of his time; he appears to have been a binding link between several musical periods.. In childhood he knew Chopin in Paris, as n young man he knew Mendelssohn and Myerbeer in Berlin; Liszt and Glinka were his intimate friends through his manhood, and Tschaikowsky is said to have studied with him in St. Petersburg. It was while spending a winter at Nice that Rubinstein and somei of the noblewomen of Russia decided upon a plan to raise the

standard of Rusian music, which was then in a deplorable state. In the Michael palace, St. Petersburg, the first classes were formed, and Rubinstein assumed the leadership of this embryo conservatory. Rubinstein was more proud of the St. Petersburg Conservatory than of all the compliments he received as a virtuoso. He said, "When I am dead, all I care men should remember me by Js this conservatory that they should say it was Anton Rubinstein's work." From the Etude.

CARUSO'S BABY - MAKES HER NEW HOME IN ITALY

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Australia's Night Birds. The night birds are Nature's in

struments for destroying the many insects which come out only at

night. Without them the balance

of insect life would be upset. The Australian - frogmouth, sonamed because of its huge,' broad beak, is perhaps the most interesting of all the night birds. It conceals itself by day by perching on a branch of a tree, the bark of which it closely resembles in color. In addition to having a protective coloring, the frogmouth adopts a protective attitude. It does not sit across a bough, like other birds, but keeps its body in a line with it, holding its beak straight up" so that it looks like a broken off branch. Children's Zoo Pictorial. . i

Mr. Dorothy Park Eenjam'n Caruso and daughter, Gloria, photographed 6ince their recent arrive) in the U. S. Mrs. Dorothy Park Benjamin Caruso, widow of the famous tenor, now in New York to settle financial matters in connection with her husband's death, says she has decided to live permanently in her adopted land, Caruso's native Italy. Mi3s Gloria Caruso, their daughter, apparently prefers America, judging by her happy laughs and smiles. Mrs. Caruso denies that there may be litigation over Caruso's wilL

A Tiny Biography Mendelsohn's father once said, "Formerly I was the son of my father; now, I am the father of my son!" Early he .started his education at (he age of seven, born in Hamburg, in 1809. No one loved nature better than

he, for he said, "I rejoice like a child at the thought of approaching spring." Died at Leipzig, Nov. 1847.' Equally great at piano, as conductor, or composer. Like music from fairyland is his overture to "A Midsummer Night's Dream." Schumann, Moscheles, Jenny Lind and Hiller were among his friends. Success met him on every hand. He conducted his oratorio, "St. Paul," in London, September, 1839. Overtures he wrote entitled "Hebrides," "Ruy Bias," and "A Midsummer Night's Dream." However, we are more familiar with his "Songs without Words,"

which were a new style of music

at the time he created them. They are played today by pupils and great masters. Never to be forgotten as a composer is the name of Felix Mendelssohn.

gMlIYSIS This Week's Books

LITTLE STORIES ABOUT GREAT PEOPLE

Whitman. When Gov. Whitman of New York was District Attorney in New York City, he received a letter from a woman saying that she would be in New York on a certain date and wanted to see him. Would he please write and let her know at what time she might see him? Mr. Whitman answered her letter, naming a convenient hour. At the appointed time the vis

itor arrived, and was shown at once

into Mr. Whitman's office. She

was a well-dressen, middle-aged

woman.

"So you are District Attorney

Whitman," Hhe said. "I've always

wondered what you looked like. J

Now, I'm going to see the Brooklyn

bridge."

And she left before Mr. Whitman

could reply.

Hypnotizing , Two persons, or more, can very easily help make a success of a party by gettng together and secretly working out a "stunt" in which one Is hypnotized by the other and made 1 to perform all sorts of funny things. Let one of the two be the hypnotist and the other his subject. Do not allow any outsider to know who the subject is, for he must be chosen at apparent random from the part$ guests. It is well, however, to circulate the news several days in advance of the party, among those who will attend, that so-and-so, the person who is to be the hypnotist, really possesses hypnotic powers. Thus, the effect made at the party will be much

more realistic.

Arrange in advance Just hat stunts the hypnotist will request

the subject to perform after he has been put under the "spell." As one stunt the subject may be told, after he has been "hypnotized,"

that he is now a tight-wire walker

and must walk a wire. He will immediately start carefully stepping across the floor, swaying and balancing himself in the manner of a real tight-wire walker. Numerous other laughable stunts can be devised. In putting the subject under the spell the would-be hypnotist must employ all the gestures and commands to " sleep," that are used by the performer on the stage. If he has never seen a hypnotist perform then he must use his imagination, acting in the same manner he supposes the real hypnotist would. The same applies in the case of, the subject. i

Books' which belong in the children's room in the library and that are related to the subject of the week's story hour or some subject which is specially interesting juniors for the week will be published in this column to help you in your selection of books to read. The subject for this week's story hour is "Tree Stories" to be told Saturday, Nov. 5 In the library. Some of the Btories and books about trees which are in the library are: The Fir Tree Anderson's Fairy. The Snail and the Rose TreeAnderson Stories. Story of the Jealous SistersArabian Nights. The Almond Tree Grimm's Fairy Stories. How Odin Lost His Eye, (from "In the Days of Giants"), by Abbie

Farwell Brown. Trees Every Child Should Know Julia E. Rogers. The Stories of the Trees Mrs. Dyson. Ten Common Trees Susan Stokes. Trees, Stars and Birds Moseley. Our Native Trees Harriett L. Keeler. The Story of Charte r OakAmerican History. The Sobbing Pine "Pueblo Indian Folk Stories," by Charles Lummis. The Planting of the Trees "Finnish Legends for English Children" by R. Eivind. Karl and the Dryad "The Star Jewels," by Abbie Farwell Brown. The Christmas Tree "The Basket Woman," by Mary Austin. The Crooked Fir "The Basket Woman." The Sugar Pine "The Basket Woman."

SPOOKS IN THE ENCHANTED FOREST

It was the night after Hallowe'en,

Richie sat up in bed, every nerve fibre he possessed was trembling

it did not seem like forests of nowadays. The trees seemed to be

alive, and everything had a dark,

like a leaf fluttering in the breeze. - dull color, instead of

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What could be the matter? Ev

erything seemed so queer and ghostly. The very bed covers seemed to move. , f3nmnthinof .a i..a mattpr flpp?

I wish I hadn't bragged so much last night at the party that I wasn't afraid of ghosts. Something seems to tell me that there is someone watching me from the window. I'm afraid to look. I don't want to be a coward, though." And he was so excited that he lost his balance and rolled out of bed, clear over to the window. And, oh my, how frightened he was.

Then giving a flying leap which was meant for the bed, he landed

flat on his stomach on the other

side.

"Umph!" he grunted and scram

bled into bed, and pulled the covers high over his head, so high, indeed, that his feet grew cold for lack of cover. Meanwhile gazing from the window was a little bat who was very much disqusted at these actions. "Humph!" grunted the little bat, "If I couldn't do any better than that I would certainly kick the bucket." Surprised out of his fear, Richie

pulled down the covers and gazed

the bright

and grass

green color of leaves

which our forests have.

As he approached, he heard such strange noises that the chills commenced to run up and down his back. There were croaking, screeching, shrieking and hissing mumering, yowling and groaning. And the bat commenced talking with the witch, his mistress; then he went and sat down. Suddenly Richie heard, thump, thump, thump, thump, on the ground. It was the

witch, thumping for the bat. The bat went to her and she said something to him and he went away and brought back a little boy. The wicth immediately put the boy into the boiling water in the caldron, which was hanging over the fire. Then she fished him out and gave part of the meat to the bat, part to the cat, part to the snake, part to the frog and part to the owl and herself. 1 When the batT had finished he went away again. While he was gone Richie thought he had better get away from there. Then he remembered that he was under the bat's power. So he climbed th tree and as he passed the tree's mouth (for the tree was alive with arms and a head) he risked his foot but he got it away just in time to

vited guest. It was a little bat who

had spoken so sharply. "Couldn't do any better than what?" demanded Ricie.

"Why-e-e, jumping the way you

di. I've seen better stunts than

that before." "Well, I wasn't trying to do stunts In the first place. I'd like to know who invited you here, anyway. I don't think you are very polite anyhow. If you've seen better stunts I am sure I have seen better manners. And I wasn't even trying to do what you thought I was. Go away and shut up. I'm going to sleep." "Well, maybe I wasn't very mannerly, but I came to see if you woud come with me to my mis

tress s home." "Oh no, I wouldn't get back in time and my mother would be worried to death. " We'll, maybe I could get back in time," for really

he wanted to go very badly.

So the bat told him to step out

of the window, for he said.

"I am magic and you are now un

der my power."

So Richie, never stopping to leave

a note for fear he wouldn t be back in time stepped out. It was moon

light. At a distance he saw a forest which looked like a forest, jet,

with astonishment upon his unin-jkeep it from being swallowed. He

then perched himself upon a limb.

and looked down. But the tree was angry at having missed his supper and shook Richie off his perch. He fell straight into the pot and what a splash it made! As he sank into the boiling water he heard someone say. "Now see what you have done to these covers." He woke up to see his mother standing by his bedside. And when she said this he thought that it was the bat saying it when he fell into the pot. Written by ghosts themselves, Gracia Dickson and Eloise Mills.

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