Felix Cherniavsky - Contextual Research

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Felix Cherniavsky - Contextual Research

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man Scottish enquirer , and there was a catch of grief in his voice , " it's my instructiond . I can't let you in . Apparently Johannesburg is not yet keyed up to the at mosphere of the Queen's Hall . The position was also unaccountable to those who had seen Miss Allan dance at the Palace Theatre in Shaftesbury Avenue in London , when they were entitled to enter or leave the auditorium exactly as they chose . But the public as a whole likes to know when it is patronizing a good thing , and these little impressiveneeses are one way of intimidating the public into opinion . There was another surprise for the Johannesburg theatre goer , and that was when he was called upon to pay sixpence for something he had been in the habit of receiving quite freely - a prgram . But before his disturbed equilibrium was restored he had parted with his " tizzy " and the deal was complete . The gentlemen who waited on the threshold while Maud galumphed through Chopin's Valse in A Flat and one of his Mazurkeas - archestred , oh ! strangest of combinations ! by Howard Fink , of the Palace Theatre , London , tha who wrote that ubiquitous dollop of treacle " In th Shadows " were loud in their protests . Ultimately we were admitted in to the " dim religious light " surrounding th sacred light , and were just in time for the " Spring Song " that irrepressible melody of Mendlessohn . The space before the sacred shrine was packed to verflowing . Everybody who was not swaggering at a Niagara Clib night was there . Ex - Mayors and distinguished members of the Consular Service ; military men and financiers ; well known hostesses and chaperoned sharges ; and many of Johannes burg's most notorious " dead heads " who joy of joys : were obliged to plink down good , red gold , before they could put a nose past that inexorable commissionaire . If for nothing else than this welcome Memesis , Maud Allan and Arthur de Jong deserve well of all those who have the welfare of the Johannesburg entertaining world at eart / . I was glad to see them spatch - cocked . May each successive tenant take example and lay the old bilin ' of ' em by the heels . And now for Maud . Tere is something very wood - nypphy about Maud . She dances the Spring Song as if she were the habitant of some some classical grove bordering on the outskirts of ancient Athens . She romps and bounds , pulsing for the joy of life and inconscious of observation . Suddenly it seems as if the rustling leaves were brushed aside by the prying eyes of some inquisitive faun . A shade of concern drifts across the dancer's face , veiling its joyful animation just as if a vapoury cloud had drifted across the face of the sun . he pauses , listens and , reassured , once more gives herself 8