At a "Concert Intime" in Washington, D. C. last week the solo performer was a dark-haired, comely young woman who appeared in a low-cut Nile-green gown, bowed graciously to her audience, raised a gold trumpet to her lips, closed her eyes and proceeded to tootle. Her arm muscles twitched while she played. The ruffles on her bosom and the orchids on her shoulder fluttered fitfully with each inspiration. But otherwise there were no signs of exertion.
Mrs. Grace Adams East of Berkeley, Calif, is a sure mistress of the trumpet, which she first...
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