The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1882-10-27


Improvisation" she began playing in
these concerts eighteen years ago. 1t
lasts about as well a. her diamonds, and
changes about as little. 1t is time she
had it published, and improvised some
thing new.
Jun Thurlow came out and sang his
unchanging "Ah, so fair" The agony
OF the audience during this time of trial
was fairly inslpportable. His high
notes are greatly admired, becluse his
voice always breaks into thin falsetto
squeak on them, and he can't make so
much noise as he can on his best chest
tones. III jim had been born dumb, or
his audience deaf, tho world would be
much happier. Some time he will go
away from home and sing, and The Judge
will give him sixty days for it. Still
this would not be 'extravagant. His
singing is worth it; every day of it.
The only excuse for putting Miss
Maltby on the programme, every time
there is n concert in Shawnetown, is thit
her father is worth $4,000 and owns
the biggest brewery in Lowell county.
With voice, musical education and
general abiii y about up to the grade of
Baby Mine" she sang her old standby
last night, the "Spinning- wheel Song
from Faust" If Marguerite could
have sung it as Miss Maltby sang it, it
would have saved the poor child u
world of trouble. 1t would have
scared Faust, Mephistopheles and the
whole gang of them out of the country.
There is more music in Mr.. Maltbys
bung starters than there is in his daugh
ter. Much has heretofore been said in
these columns about Miss Maltbys
beauty. While the spirit of truth is
upon us we are free to admit that she
is pretty-in the dark.
Mr.. Bellows sang "Oh, We Tears"
Mr.. Bellows has rich baritone voice
a wheelbarrow tone, that is. Unfortu-
nately for his effort last evening, no.
body knew he was singing until he fin
ished the butchery of art and bowed
himself off the stage. Everybody
thought he was just trying his voice. Ii
ever his voice is tried, it will be con-
victed on its own evidence.
James II. Blowson and Ebert Hafut
sang "Larboard Watch" 1t is great
pity these young men are not aware
flies rather than for singing. Hafut's
voice is so like fog-horn that he may
be pardoned for tendency to sing ma
rine songs; Jut aside from a plea of
natural depravity and fiendish nissan
thropy there is no excuse whatever for
Our readers will be delighted TO learn
that this is the last concert of the
season, and man can go to the Opera
House in safety for the next six months.
The receipts of the pandemonium
were 1870, and Old Hardwich, proprie-
tor of the hall, with his accustomed
rapacity, gobbled nearly one-fourth of
that sum for the use of an old barn that
looks shabby in comparison with a sec
ond-rate market-house. Six of the
thickest-headed young men in Shawnee
town, in borrowed dress coats, acted as
ushers, and acted most wretchedly at
that. Taken altogether, it was the
! dreariest occasion that has bored a
long-sufrering community since the con-
cert that preceded it.
At the Office of the Tan,bOree people
waited for Mr.. Stiehlpen, but he did
/ not come. As the day wore away men
not there. All that the ticket
agent at the station could tell
was that when he bought his ticket
for San Antonio, Tex, Mr.. Stiehlpen
stated that he had been appointed
| United States Minister to that port. and
| had been ordered to proceed thither and
enter upon his duties at once, and that
in all likelihood ne would not return TO
this country until the Peruvian troubles
were all settled
They never saw him again. But long
| long after he had disappeared, mocking
Blowson's attempting to sing IN public.
| These misguided young men were down
on the programme for second atrocity,
! but it was omitted at the urgent re-
/ quest of the audience.
The piano used at this massacre was
the same jingling old harpsichord from
the music store of Jingle, Jangle e. Co.,
that has appeared for free puff at all
local outrages of a musical nature for
the past twenty years. Last year this
enterprising house traded off the old
dulcimer for a s liver watch; but the
man who got the alleged piano brought
it back, paid 81 forfeit and got his
watch, and, we suppose, all future con-
certs in Shawneetown will be haunted
by this venerable nightmare until the
police interfere.
/ but anonymous postal used to
come TO the members of the "Mendel-
ssohn Chorus Society Of Shawneetown,"
asking them to sing him something easy.
And oft as they read them the vocalists
choked rising sigh, and as they
thought of the absent reporter, wished
that, wherever he was, the earth might
open and swallow him up.-R. j. Bur
de3e.
California DoinyS.
There is no end TO the list of wonder