Caspar Milquetoast --- H.T. Webster
The Timid Soul: Caspar Milquetoast
H.T. Webster
"Well, I'll wait one more hour for him, and if he doesn't come then he can go and borrow that $100 from someone else."
Gentlemen --- I don't suppose the opinion of one who climbs into a sixty-five cent upper gallery seat carries quite as much weight as the wishes of the ermine-wrapped patrons who adorn the boxes. But when we keep getting the D Minor, the Lovedeath and such hackneyed fare from week to week, to the total exclusion of contemporary artists, then I say appeasement has gone too far. I wouldn't expect to find you programming Schönberg and Bartók (!), but in the name of heaven, have we become so ossified that not even a little Mahler, Prokofieff, or even ...
It seems to me that they are building staircases steeper than they used to. The risers are higher, or there are more of them, or something.Maybe this is because it is so much further from the first floor to the second floor, but I've noticed it is getting harder to make two steps at a time any more. Nowadays it is all I can do to make one step at a time.