The gold leaf. [volume] (Henderson, N.C.) 1881-1911, 1891-10-22

mcnburg Concert Company In view OF
the early appearance of this combination
OF musical artists in Henderson, the ar
tlcle will not be without interest to Cur
readers:
1t may be remembered that some two
months ago interviewed Madame Belle
Cole, and on that occasion she was so
enthusiastic on the subject of her friend,
Madame Anna Teresa Berger, that | re-
solved to studiously watch her reception
by the public, and to keep my eye upon
her career Ill the same sense that the
great public organ, the Skibbereen EaqIe
kept It's on the United States
am quite aware that the general i'm
preston of lady cornetist is confined to
Itlncrant artists, who remind customers
III public-hOuse bars that there is such q
place as home, "bc it ever so humble. "
by blowing that much ill-used and tat
tered air outside the gorgeous whskey
mills which stand shoulder to shoulder
with the churches and pawnshops OF
happy England.
Indeed, II cornet of any sort has ever
been regarded as the natural enemy of
mankind, and it has even been suggested
by limited, but violent, section of the
community that Imperial legislation
iicu'h Nv Noht'l W suppress Inc en-
qulslte torture produced by n mort nj
learning to play the instrument
| do not deny that Howard REYNOLDS,
Jules Levy and Arbuckle are not entitled
to rank as artists, and their efforts,
when tempered with u hurricane, or
mixed with the expansive calm of Sails
bury Plain or some other such open
space, may under such circumstances.
make the cOrnet tOlcrablc and even wei
come, but in any closed building capable
OF holding less than fifteen thousand per
sons the question does not bear discuss
ing.
Handicapped with this Stigmatized rep
utatlon, it is rather bold statement to
say that Madame Berger has reduced the
playing oil the blatant brass wind con-
denSer to not only an artistic, but II
soothing level, although | freely admit
that it will probably be several years be-
fore the cornct replaces Mrs. Winslow $
Invaluable mixture for general nursery
use.
Taking advantage of an invitation
from Madame Belle Cole, with whom
Madame Berger lives, to call, | dropped
in-lnterviewers always drop in on their
prey, Just us tigers "spriug on their
litto-to number "a, Montpelier Square;
found both ladies at home and soon be-
came immersed i'll q hopeless tangle of
small talk
would here break off for a moment.
ami suggest that the surroundings, the
traditions, and the habits of an editorial
Office are not good school in which to
maintain the precepts learned in the
homes OF our youth concerning com
pany manners. Society also is so hid
eously hollow that to conform to even
Its preliminary conventionalities is q
task hopelessly beyond me. But. after
many bitter notifications, | have found
II Il golden rue to continc myself to the
two words, quite so" This epirram-
matte phrase, accompanied by u silly
smile, will do for all ordinary occasions.
and II one does not absolutely shine as n
brilliant conversationalist. the use of the
exclamation Is perfectly harmless. and
Will never cause utter social collapse and
disgrace.
In my artless way was getting along
swimmingly, and extracting Il fund of in,
formation from Madame Berger, when
suddenly the prima donna broke in with,
Anna, dear! You may not be aware
OF it, but you are being interviewed.
This Is not society call on Mr. Tramp's
part: he is talking TO you with a motive.
| recognize by his tone that he is on bus
mess intent.
And she did
Well, Madame Berger; really never
thought of such Il thing, but as it has
been suggested, and if yon don mind, |
will with pleasure, make you the subject
OF q Topical interview"
Il have no objection at all. Mr.. Tramp,
but confess | am 4 fri1e afraid of Your
Mr. Chico, after his last weeks sketches
That is, if You intend to make me the
subject OF an Illustration
tie shall not desecrate your delight
tul art by his sense of cartoonery." | re-
Piled, but all the same | thought with
what fiendish glee he would bounce
upon such subject.
You are, believe. an Americana"
1es, belong to town called Jack
son, in the wild lumber regions of Mich
iigan, and would forestall yoR by say
ing 1t Is no 'tomato-can town."
1t Is necessary to explain that n great
many towns in the breezy West of Amer
lea are not built on a rock: on the con
tFary, the foundations of many an an.