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//ARRY ^ESER
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By Anne B. Lazar fij^
SO LONG as it had a string that plunked — Baby Harry was satisfied. With a solo string his repertoire of necessity was limited, but if he could yank anything like a sound out of the crude instrument, his own tiny hands clapped the plaudits. Unappreciative neighbors did not respond to the free-for-all concerts that featured "do" or "re" and on rare occasions "la," which the musical infant very generously supplied. In fact, slightly audible imprecations and anathemas were known to follow Harry's recitals. But which prophet is not without honor save in his own neighborhood whether he wield the Sword of Truth or a one-stringed guitar.
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.ARRY RESER, now Chief of the Clicquot Club Eskimos, was immune to the darted innuendoes" of his unmusical neighbors. For at the tender age between one and four — childish illusions and dreams are still unmarred by the world's cold, stinging realities. And besides he was perched too high with the heavenly music which dribbled from that insecure and solitary string — to descend to the criticism of unkind neighbors.
Came the day — when Harry had attained to the mature age of five — and a real guitar was given to him. Other young men of five might indulge themselves in the common and more serious pursuits of setting the kitchen curtains on fire, and trying out Daddy's razor blades on the new mahogany table, or in depleting a healthy supply of home-made jam in the pantry. In all of these innocent occupations, except the last, Harry could not be persuaded to join.
"A wandering minstrel of ballads, songs and snatches" —
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snatches of strawberry jelly — was Harry — and he soon surprised his family with his increasing repertoire of familiar melodies and his more clearly defined manner of presenting them.
Although the guitar was the vehicle which ushered Harry into the musical world — he was not true to this — his first love. We find him shifting his smiles and affections from this romantic instrument to its first cousin, the banjo. If you ask Harry Reser why he favors the banjo he will tell you that more than any other instrument, it expresses American life — the saxophone notwithstanding. Although Harry Reser has the greatest admiration for this popular invention of Mr. Sax and some of its more notable wielders, such as R. V., etc., Mr. Reser is adamant in his fidelity to the banjo as the medium which best interprets the spirit of America.
"Certain musical effects, indicative of the Twentieth Century, are attained through the banjo," smiled Mr. Reser after he was interrupted by at least twenty telephone calls, before he could complete his prophetic utterance. The youthful crop on his upper lip seemed to give a liveliness to his wholesome 'smile.
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Chief of Clicquot Club Eskimos and erstwhile tutor to the Prince of Wales in the art of playing the banjo.
.HE world's foremost banjoist is a slim person of medium height. His face is a study in brown — sandy hair and brown, mirthful eyes.
In London several years ago, the population gasped when the Prince of Wales, Dictator of Men's Fashions announced that he was going to study the banjo after he had listened to a performance by Harry Reser. And no one but Mr. Reser was to be the instructor. So that if one of these days an international