Daily Yellowstone journal., 1890-02-13
SELLERS OF SHEET MUSIC.
Statesmen Who Have Many Petty Trials
aud DivcrtIug incidents.

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aud Diserting incidents.
1.-THE petty trials aud trihula'ious of
the salesman who rrtaIls sheet music
behind counter are a vcNatiun Ia the
spirit and a WEAKNESS 10 the flesh. y
The speaker was "A well known pub
Usher of music and the senior partner
in a West street firm. II served "a
tedious apprenticeship 10 that sort of
thing myself, he continued, ''and SO
| know whereof | speak. il is notori.
Gus that the muSIcc' world j. pcoplcd
perhaps mere largty than any other
professioa with cranKs. ] suppose that
when a man is thoroughly absorbed
in the theory aud practice of harmony
he is prone 10 be- Jared blythe discords
of every day life, and is diSagrceably
conscious Of being out of tune with
the universe. But, however we ac.
count fori il, the fact remains that mu-
sic buyers ARE, us a class, she most eX-
citing and touchy of customers. half
the time they haven't the faintest idea
rs to what they want, and they will
frequently own To this frankly, rely
ing on the clerk To make selections for
them.
But the life of a music clerk has its
compensations. The grotesque and
picturesque incidents that come IN
der his eye are numbcrlesS. You see
that pale youngma with the saffron
WHISPERS over there. We'll, only yes
terday a beautiful, lanslorous eyed
young lady tripped in here, and, Gid
ing 10 the counter in front oi that
guileless youth, lisped dreadfully,
Will you give me your hand nminef
The CLERK happened TO be as bashful as
he looks. and he was taken completely
aback. He flushed a vivid scarlet,
stammered, Why. certainly made
as if To extend his hand, and then. be.
thinking himself in time, climbed TO
yonder shelf and brought down the
song, Your Hand in Mine for which
the ~artless damsel had inquired in
such a bewildering fashion. And the
young lady, who was evidently not
without a sense Of humor of the situa.
ton, dropped her languorous eyes and
smiled serenely.
The man who gives the most
trouble is, perhaps, the funniest of all
the bores that drift into a music store.
He is the individual who wants the
music TO an air which lie does not
know by name. With the assurance
of a Mozart he says To the tired clerk
who waits On him: What | want goes
something like this: ''Tra.la-la, tra-la.
lee, tra-la-loo." Don't you remember II!
oh, you must know it. ''Tra-la-lastra-
la-la, tra-la-lee. II you'll run over the
names of songs that sound like that !
may recall the title. Tra-la-la- tra-la.
la, tra-la-loo.'' There's only one thing
To do with this particular crank, and
that is tell him bluntly that you have
no ear for music, and that conse-
quently you have no idea Of the tune
he is trying to hit. After that he is
reasonably sure TO cease his discordant
trilling and take his leave.
''Onc day last week a stalwart son
Of Erin came in, accompanied by a
buxom young woman whose brilliant
costume and affectionate manner
stamped her as a newly welded bride.
In a timid tone. enriched by "A delight.
full brogue, the young woma asked
one of the clerks if he had the song,
Let Me Fold Thee Close, Acashla.'
"'We have Let Me Fold Thee
Close, Mavourneen,"' replied the
clerk.
Sure, its all one. me boy broke
in the happy groom. 'Acushla or Ma.
vourneen, it comes to the same thing
The smiling clerk busted himself
with wrapping up the music, while
the blue eyed bride slyly whispered TO
her spouse: 'Arrah. Teddy. be aisy
now. How cud yer expect the young
gintleman TO have any Gaelic
''All in all, there are some very di,
verting incidents to be met with in an
establishment of this sort, and you
might pick a much worse place for the
study Of the funny side of human IA.
ure."-BoSton Herald.
A Muscular Georgian.