"He's learned to crawl!"
Jennie Bernstein, a bright-eyed Boston housewife, was in a dither as she popped through the neighbor's back door with little Lennie in her arms. She put him down on the living-room rug, and the two women stood back to watch. What they saw made musical history. With the teetery determination of a puppy bound for breakfast, little Lennie pattered out on all fours into the next room and over to the piano. Seizing a leg of it, he hauled himself erect and planted a pinkie...
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