Article November 23, 1935 Issue

Songs

[Written Especially for Children]

ALICE DAVIS SHELMIRE

There was a tall piano in grandmother's house which pleased a certain little boy very much indeed. Not only did he like its dark, shining surface, in which he could see his own reflection, but he especially loved the music which poured forth whenever grandmother's fingers danced over the keys. Sometimes she taught him little songs, which they sang together while she played. That was great fun.

One day when this little boy was alone in the big room where the piano stood, he thought he would play some songs too, for he had learned that there was music when grandmother touched the keys. So he walked back and forth in front of the piano bringing his hands down on the keys as hard as he could. Loud sounds came out at him!

Richard, for that was the little boy's name, did not think that any of them sounded at all like the songs he and grandmother sang together. But he kept at it until finally grandmother came in to see what was going on.

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