A GIRL SAMSON

New Zealand Times, Volume XXXVI, Issue 8182, 25 July 1912, Page 5

A GIRL SAMSON

PIANISTE'S STRENGTH IN HEE HAIR. One of the most remarkable girl planishes that has ever appeared in turn country made Iter bow to the British public the other night at the Albert Hall, Loudon.

She is iraulein Gyarfas, the thirtecn-year-old daughter of a Budapest lawyer, who jjosscsses not only the hue technique befitting a favourite pupil of Bro lessor Hubay, the teacher oi Vecscy, but also has the strong, nrm, powcriul rct-ouaut touch of a musician twice her age. tier marvellously strong execution, which has excited the admiring bewilderment of masters all over the Continent, tlio girl attributes to one thing, and one only—her extraordinary wealth of rich chestnut hair which stretches almost down to her heels.

“I am always going about in dread of the fate of Samson," sho confided to an interviewer.

Unlike the usual attenuated musical prodigy. I'raulein Gy art as is a plump, well-developed, brown-eyed little maid who looks the very picture of'health. ‘‘The great change in my playing.” she said, ‘'occurred about two years ago. I then left Budapest, my home, and the Herr Professor, tor a six mouths’ visit, to Berlin, and Vienna.

"When I returned my liair had grown <SO rapdily that it was at least a foot and la half longer than it was when I''left Budapest. I had noticed with growing

wonder that the strength of my arm increased with even- inch ray hair grow in length. •So von may judge my fright in Vienna' when wo heard about a wicked man going about cutting little girls' hair' off with a pair of scissors. 1 used to wear my hair down my back in. two long plaits at that time, and one day both mother and myself were followed in the Prater by a horrid-looking man. "i thought he was going to cut my hair off. If he did 1 knew I could never play as strongly again. "Since then, when out walking, I have always worn my hair done up Gretchen style, on tho top of my head. ’ "When X came back to the Herr Prolessor at Budapest, he exclaimed aloud at the change in my playing. ‘You played before like a little angel,’ he kindly said, 'but you play now like an angel woman.’ ” Praulcin Gyarfas, in whoso career Count Albert Mensdorff, tho AustroHungarian Ambassador in London, is taking a lively interest, regards her wonderful tresses with almost superstitious reverence. Her entire time when she is not practising, is occupied with combing her hair, which she will allow no one, except her mother, even to touch. ;