Main venue: Albany Civic Auditorium, Albanyįun fact: The Albany Symphony's Peppermint Pops concert is a beloved community holiday tradition. (And let me know if I've overlooked any that qualify!) Please click through to read more about these vital and multifaceted community institutions in their own words. Here's a rundown of groups around the state. Poke around these websites and you'll discover their involvement in community outreach and education, the family and pops and chamber series they put on, the special annual events and demystifying pre-concert talks they offer-not to mention the indirect economic benefits that flow outward from having thriving major arts organizations in our midst. It's none too soon to locate the orchestra nearest you and stock up on tickets for that upcoming concert.Īnd remember that what orchestras do for their communities goes way beyond their centerpiece classical series. I mean symphonies with paid professional (and maybe some semiprofessional) players. All across Georgia, orchestras are moving from pre-season to season too.Īnd that's not even counting youth orchestras, amateur community orchestras, pit orchestras, ad hoc holiday ensembles or college groups. Would it be improper for me to ask, also, what the 'T.E.It's not just football teams that gear up in September. "My brains are slightly mixed since I was last laundered. We shall probably get used to you in time." I hope, however, that this circumstance will not distress you. ![]() "I confess," said the Scarecrow, "that your abrupt appearance has caused me surprise, and no doubt has startled my companions. ![]() "Knowing no better, I used my arms as well as my legs for walking, and crawled under the edges of stones or hid among the roots of grasses with no thought beyond finding a few insects smaller than myself to feed upon. "It is but honest that I should acknowledge at the beginning of my recital that I was born an ordinary Woggle-Bug," began the creature, in a frank and friendly tone. "How very peculiar" said the Tin Woodman. Does it not occur to you that I am several thousand times greater than any Woggle-Bug you ever saw before? Therefore it is plainly evident that I am Highly Magnified, and there is no good reason why you should doubt the fact."įor dress the insect wore a dark-blue swallowtail coat with a yellow silk lining and a flower in the button-hole a vest of white duck that stretched tightly across the wide body knickerbockers of fawn-colored plush, fastened at the knees with gilt buckles and, perched upon its small head, was jauntily set a tall silk hat. "Sir," said the Woggle-Bug, "I take you for a gentleman of judgment and discernment. "To be more explicit, the initials mean that I am Thoroughly Educated." "Those letters express my degree," answered the Woggle-Bug, with a condescending smile. It must be admitted that the round, black eyes were rather bulging in appearance but the expression upon the Woggle-Bug's face was by no means unpleasant. Its arms were fully as slender as its legs, and upon a rather long neck was perched its head - not unlike the head of a man, except that its nose ended in a curling antenna, or "feeler," and its ears from the upper points bore antennae that decorated the sides of its head like two miniature, curling pig tails. The body of the Woggle-Bug was rather flat, and judging from what could be seen of it was of a glistening dark brown color upon the back, while the front was striped with alternate bands of light brown and white, blending together at the edges. What he saw was a great, round, buglike body supported upon two slender legs which ended in delicate feet - the toes curling upward. Tip had not yet taken his eyes off this wonderful personage. "And are you, in truth, highly magnified?" "Oh, I see." The Scarecrow viewed the stranger critically. M.' means Highly Magnified," returned the Woggle-Bug, proudly. A horrible existence is this, but you must remember it is the regular ordained existence of Woggle-Bugs, as well as of many other tiny creatures that inhabit the earth. "The chill nights rendered me stiff and motionless, for I wore no clothing, but each morning the warm rays of the sun gave me new life and restored me to activity. ![]() "Most certainly, my dear sir" answered the stranger, briskly. "Dear me" ejaculated the Pumpkinhead, staring somewhat intently. So the Woggle-Bug sat down upon the grass, facing the little group of wanderers, and told them the following story: "If you will permit me to seat myself in your august company," continued the stranger, "I will gladly relate my history, so that you will be better able to comprehend my unusual - may I say remarkable? -appearance."
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