Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1892-07-29
SELLERS or Sheet MUSIC
Ae'"s" VII" Hay. Many retty Trial.
and Divcring Incidents.


ana Div.rting Incidents.
The petty trials and tribulat;o,. -
me salesman who retails sheet music
oeniiid q counter are vexation 10 The
spirit ana a WEAKNESS TO the fiesh y
Inc speaker was well known nuh.
Usher Of music and the senior partner
III West street firm. II served .
tedious apprenticeship to that sort Of
!nlng myself" he continued. sand 81
know whereof | speak. 1t is nofor;.
GUS that the musical world is peopled
perhaps more largely than any other
profession with cranks. l suppose that
when q man is thoroughly absorbed
IN the theory and practice Of harmony
NC Is prone to be Jared by the discords
OF every day life, and is disagreeablv
conscious of being out Of tune with
the universe. But, however we ac-
count for it, the fact remains that mu.
SIC buyers are, as class, she most ex-
citing and touchy Of customers Half
the time they haven't the faintest idea
as to what they want, and thew will
frequently own to this frankly. relv-
ing on the clerk to make selections for
them.
but the life OF music clerk has its
compensations. The grotesoue and
picturesque incidents that come I'M
der his eye are numberless. You see
that pale young man with the saffron
whiskers over there. Well, only yes
terday q beautiful, languorous eyed
young lady tripped in here, and, Gid
ing. TO the counter in front OF that
g9iieless youth, lisped dreadfully,
Will you give me your hand in miner
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 bewildering fashion. And the
young lady, who was evidently not
without sense of humor of the situa-
ton, dropped her languorous eyes and
smiled serenely.
''Ihe man who gives the most
trouble is, perhaps, the funniest of all
the bores that drift into music store.
He is the individual who wants the
music to an air which he 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, trarla-loo. :" Don't you remember it9
Oh, you must know it. ''Tra-la-la, ira
la-la, tra-la-lee. If you'll run over the
names of songs that sound like that
may recall the title. Ira la-la- ira 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.
"One 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 newly welded bride.
In timid tone, enriched by delight
full brogue, the young woman asked
one of the clerks if he had the song,
Let Me Fold Thee Close, Acashla.
1--WE have Let Me Fold Thee
Close, Mavourneeu,"' replied the
clerk.
Sure, it's all one, me boy broke
in the happy groom. 'Acushla or Ma
vourneen, it comes to the same thing
1.-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 much worse place for the
study of the funny side Of human ma
ture. Boston Herald.