On board the liner Paris in mid-ocean last week, Ignace Jan Paderewski was giving a concert while the ship bounced on the stormy sea like a pea on a reverberating drumhead. Waves pounded her forefoot with a sodden, heavy impact; the wind found a flute to blow in every cranny; passengers in the saloon struggled to keep their chairs from skidding together. Paderewski played on. Suddenly three great seas in succession struck the tottering vessel; she shivered, climbed a wave, and jerked to starboard with a lurch that spilled the gathering...
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