As to acoustics, so much has been said that the Woman's Page refuses to enter the lists. It might be noted, however, that one' evening in Hongkew Park, for our sins we could find having arrived so late that seats only in the back rows, many measures were absolutely inaudible. It was an uncanny sensation to sit through pian issimo passages watching the impassioned gestures of The conductor and hearing never a sound. Almost it made one doubt one's hearing or wonder whether as in Wells's "Men Like Gods," we could hear only, what we were capable of apprehending. It may have been the wind that carried away the notes, it may have been the cheery conversation about us which drowned them. During! the intermission we wene up forward and sat on the grass near the stand and heard splendidly.
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