A tall, spindling girl with bare legs and a Buster Brown haircut bowed her way on to Manhattan's Town Hall stage one night last week, tucked a violin under her chin and with rare self-possession proceeded to establish herself as one of the promising prodigies of the 1935-36 season. She was Marjorie Edwards, 13, of San Jose, Calif., who traveled East for the first time last summer to play at the Berkshire Festival. This time she was back to face the test of a more formal début.
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