Word: pianos
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Tired pianists who have practiced all day until their fingers are fagots of bruised nerves and the sound of their instrument echoes as hollowly to their ears as sounding brass or a tinkling cymbal, dream, when asleep, of the perfect piano. They seat themselves before a suave and sable instrument that is pliant to their will as none that mortal hands have ever fingered; it speaks for them with a mighty organ voice; notes, at the command of their subconscious will, sing with the pomp of trumpets or the tenderness of fiddles, yet it is no pipe organ that they...
Inventor Hammond has perfected for the piano a device which enables the player to have control over notes after he has struck them. It is operated by a fourth pedal, the "Hammond Pedal", which opens and closes an arrangement of parallel revolving slats on the roof of the soundproof case much as the old-fashioned window-shutter was manipulated by its spindle. Since the case is soundproof, the tone can be built up within the pianoforte, its volume depending on the angle of the shutter) and allowed to escape at the will of the player. Again, the reflector can return...
...yard wide, weighing eight pounds, containing a steel comb which is picked by minute pincers when notes are struck on the keyboard above-such is the Pichetone-instrument which Inventor S. Giley of Moscow declares will supplant the piano. Russian musicians assert that it has a tone superior to that of the ordinary pianoforte...
...Sioux tribe, abandoning his regular pipe for one two feet long with eagle feathers, was christened "Great White Father No. 2" (at the same function, Governess Ross was made "Princess Nellie Taylor"). He entertained a banjo-accordion-saxophone-violin orchestra in his rooms, and later played the piano for them for an hour. He reviewed the troops at Fort D. A. Russell, lunched with Senator and Mrs. Warren...
...eyes of a sick eagle and the mouth of a field marshal; up and down she parades, while her petticoat rustles. The whisper of memories, ludicrous, pathetic, stirs to the swish of the old woman's skirt along the empty hall. ... A shaggy little man contorted over the piano, begging his wife to walk up and down the room because he "so loves the rustle of silk. ..." A swollen little man, throned among his friends, shouting: "Go away. Go to the kitchen. That is the place for women. You are talking rubbish when you are talking music...