By Sir Rudolf Bing
Sir Rudolf Bing - who, for twenty-three years, used to be normal supervisor of the Metropolitan Opera apartment.
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10 Our students also got a liberal education from the mingling of nationalities on our campus. The most obvious influence was of course German. At happy gatherings, students of all races would sing songs such as “Muss ich denn,” perhaps not understanding many of the words but responding to the spirit, especially with German Christmas music. When the University of Waterloo took over our name, our songs disappeared too, but have been resurrected, I understand, at the local Oktoberfest. Incidentally, Oktoberfest was to a great degree inspired by our ex-public relations man of whom there will be more later if I reach the days of President Villaume.
The father had been fortunate enough to die before they came for him, the mother remained safely in Germany until after the war, while the son, now a Lutheran clergyman, was somehow removed from danger and sent by the church to minister to a congregation in one of the less urban areas of Ontario. He rarely referred to his former parishioners, but I have known him to permit himself a smile as he thought of their simplicity which must have been a great surprise to a sophisticated Berliner. I seem to remember seeing a house in that area garlanded for some patriot or church celebration, and I was told the people had kept up customs inherited from their forbears in out-of-the-way parishes in the old land.
He, in turn, introduced me to a milliner, a refugee, who made hats that brought out one’s best features and hid the worse. ) I realize now that he charged me only what he thought I could afford—which wasn’t much—and not what the wives of ceos would pay—but then I didn’t ask any questions. Thus I arrived in Waterloo with a perfect wardrobe that I could have worn with assurance to Buckingham Palace—all black, grey, or beige with a bit of relief in cream or muted colours, and all in wool or silk with some cotton for warmer weather.
5000 Nights at the Opera: The Memoirs of Sir Rudolf Bing by Sir Rudolf Bing