Private Hardie Robbins, U.S.A., in civilian life a California high-school music teacher, was playing the piano in the White House. The piano was a beautiful thinga Steinway concert grand with gilded eagle legs. He could bang it just as hard as he liked, play anything on it from Brahms, Beethoven and Tchaikovsky to When You and I Were Young, Maggie. If he wanted Mrs. Roosevelt to listen, he had only to say so.
If this was a music teacher's dream, for Hardie Robbins last week it was not a dream at all, but complete, three-dimensional, here-&-now reality. Private Hardie Robbins had lain...
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