One day last week a blind violinist played in the street in front of the Fort Pitt Hotel, Pittsburgh. Blind musicians have doubtless played there beforethey are not infrequent. A music lover, goaded to desperation, will from time to time resort to bribery to make them stop. Thus they eke out their precarious livelihood. In this case, strange things happened. Men, hurrying past, paused, listened, stayed. A crowd gathered. An occasional ear was strained to catch the excellences of an unexpected technique. For two hours the crowd stood, respectfully attentive to the program...
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