Small things huddle together in bundles, herds, packages; the great walk lonely. It is strange to see a school of whales, a troop of tigers; stranger still to see a congress of pianos. Yet, on the r.tage of the Metropolitan Opera House, Manhattan, were marshaled 18 of these great, suave, sable instruments, in neat rows. Most remarkable of allbefore each sat a famed player, before each a face which alone might have been enough to bring to the hall the notable company that filled it on that evening. The company had assembled, the pianos...
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