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with old instruments, while he was to present an orchestra of new instruments, 18 in all, some were
groaners, squealers, snorters, snorers, roarers &. you could hear nothing at all, the house became frantic; the curtain went up, and the first symphony - "the awakening of a great city" began;
the instruments looked like soap boxes with a gramophone horn all painted. Some red, some yellow
and some green, then he introduced the inventore, by that time you could hear nothing at all, but when you began to hear the groans, rattles and things in those boxes, things began to fly on the stage, tomatoes, onions, potatoes, immense caulliflowers, the public absolutely drowned the noise on the stage, Nat said you would have thought the house was filled with maniacs, then a man came on the stage with a light-colored waterproof, every one began to yell at him, "I say it is not raining in here, it is not even raining outside, they hooted and yelled  at him, he looked about and sat down, a little later he went out  When he came back he left his waterproof outside, suddenly the whole house burst in applause.  Bravo, they shrieked he has taken his coat off, well the poet

came back and the second symphony began it was "Luncheon on the terrace of a Kurraal", you heard awful groans from the instruments and a cello out of tune, the house kept up such a yelling you could not hear a thing but the leader of the orchestra went right on, a man in the gallery began to beat time and the whole house began to sing a popular song, two small bombs were thrown on the stage they burst but only smoke came out: the last symphony was "the meeting of Automobiles and Aeroplanes, the poet got mad and said, in a momentary lull, I will show these instruments to those who are serious in the audience and will give a concert in a smaller hall, the audience shouted "that is right give it
in the asylum or the madhouse", the poet lifted his hand, and they were quiet a moment, then he said there will be room for you all there. things got pretty lively during the last piece, then the poet came down from the stage and the audience grabbed him by the neck, he struck out and his friends helped him, but he got pounded, he came back on the stage and shook his fist at them and wanted to jump down and fight again but the police would not let him. They say there were many black eyes and split heads. What