St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1891-11-30
THE MUSICAL OLD MAN.
A Warbler Who Sang Wheneve
the Spirit Moved Him,


A Warbler Who Sang Whenever
the Spirit Moved Him.
Detroit Free Press.
He was a Queer-looking old man, and
as he sat in the waiting room at the
Third street depot with a satchel be-
tween his cow-hide boots he suddenly
tuned up and began singing:
Thar's land that is fairer than day,
And by faith we kin see her afar;
Our father
"They won't allow that here, old
mani" interrupted man who sat next
to him.
They won't, eh? What have thew
got agin it? Eve travelled in seventeen
different states, and [ never had any,
body try to stop me from singing
And he cleared his throat, lifted his
eyes to the ceiling, and sang:
In the sweet bimeby-bimeby-
we shall meet on that beautiful shore,
In the sweet
I'VE don't allow that here, sirv' said
Ofhcer Button, whose attention had
been called to the disturbance.
You don't allow no singih' in here?''
mo, sir"
''No singIn' of religious songs?n
''No, sir.''
"LoOk-a-here!" said the old man as
he turned around TO face the officer:
i've bin travelin' up and down this
kentry fur years, and this is the first
Time anybody has ever told me to shet
my mead when l was a singin' hymn"
I'VE can't allow no disturbance
here" replied the officer.
disturbance Does it disturb any,
body fur me to sing ?''
We shall meet-we shall meet
Nnnf IL. l.
You'll have to stop that. STRIP COM
manded Button.
Il will, Ell? Pve lived in Michigan.
exactly seven miles from Bad Axe, fur
over sixteen years, and I've never heard
of no law to stop a Teller from singin'
when the spirit moved him. 1 wasn't
slngin' no sportin' song like:
On, Buffalo gals, are you comm out to-
night
Are you comm out tonight
You must obey the rules and regula-
lions here and keep quiet" said the
officer, while everybody in the room
pressed forward.
Must, ehl I've bin in over forty
dl1erent depotS this summer, but no.
body objected to my singin' hymn.
Had you druther I'd sing:
Oh, think of the home over thar;
By the side of the river of life,
Whar' the soul
you'll have to go out or stopr' said
the officer, as he took the old man by
the arm.
rs that accordin' to Michigan law?''
Its according to my instructions
here"
us this railroad down on religious
songs?' asked the old man, as he slowly
got up.
''Any singing or boisterous talking in
here is forbidden" replied the officer.
"Wall, I feel like singin'. I've had
the quinsy fur the last four weeks and
couldn't hardly git my jaws open. but
don't keer to sing any SIGH sportive
songs as:
The old oaken bucket-the iron bound buck-
The moss-kivered bucket-which hung in
the we'll
The officer took him by the arm and
led him out doors and told him to stay
out until he had got through singing and
could quiet down.
"All right" responded the old man
as he opened his satchel and took out a
piece of sassafras root to chew on.
"You folks here in Detroit are mighty
techy on the subject of singin,' and |
ant goln' to have no row and get i'll
jail over it. Pll do my singin' out here,
whar' han't no law to prevent, and any
body who don't like 1t needn't listen"
And he went down to the foot of the
street and walked to and fro, and struck
up anew and in higher key:
In the sweet-ln the sweet r
In the sweet bimeby-bimeby.