The New Zealand Railways Magazine, Volume 12, Issue 2 (May 1, 1937)
The Wrong Key
The Wrong Key.
A foreign pianist was engaged to act as accompanist to an aspiring amateur singer. The latter had bounding ambition, but her technique was faulty. This defect became manifest at the first rehearsal.
After the poor woman had flatted and flatted until she had flatted practically all of her notes, the accompanist waved her to silence.
“Madam,” he said, mournfully, “it is no use. I gif up der chob. I blay der black keys, I blay der white keys—und always you sing in der cracks!”
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