The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1897-04-17
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mere now and attend to business. Nam

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.ere now and attend to business. Nam
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That's me. =
Don't keep foolin' around now, but
lest come here. P'raps you don't mind
lettin' us have that symphony, mister,
over again once or twice."
The three young ladies unpin their
violet wells and fix them on their bod
ices with a pin. They throw their par
asols on chair. $3s3
We are three Yankee gurts and OF
beauty were II.
We're just about the smartest gurls
alive. 3
We've crossed the stormy ocean, for we
had a kind O. notion
To find how many beans make Eve.
We arroFe but yesterday
the purss,
YouTl pardon me, conductor" The
fTst violin sighs and taps the desk be-,
fore him with his bow, and the orches-
dTa stops awkwardly. You won't mind
my mentionfn' someThan..'' The eldest
girl Teams Gown cenhdentially. This
us song that. we're Efngin' oof."
The first violin says, with some irony,
that ne has guessed that from the way
the ladies opened Iher mouths. Z,
Thought from the way your band
was playin' that they might ave
looked OMIT as kind sDf' handicap race.
It's not! It's jest spng, and we all
start fair Now that "we've got a prop.
er understanding about 'this, we'll go
On afreSh.:'' 8;
The three ladies' from America are a
suFe and bitter trial ito the first violin,
and he gives a sigh Of obvious relief
W'aen the conductor s(with another c1-
gar) returns. The conductor adopts a
different manner-a decided manner.
look here, you young New Yorkers,"
says the conductor, sbriskly, your
songs all right; you'll find it go like
no, no; let me finish what I'm saying,
please you'll find your songs go as
smoothly as anything. Don't worry us
any more, says the conductor, there's
good girls, because there's others wait
ing; and if we give up all the morn
ing to you, why, naturally enough. no
one else will get a Ghance.."
These English musicmongers," says
the eldest of the three, accepting the
returned band parts-for the somber
boy does not seem to think it worth
his while to reappear-"make me
tired ~ .tt, 7. Z: X. -. #
A very fine fgureuf, "a matronly lady,
who has been looking on impatiently
at the wings and rnuttering to herself
comes now to the front and gives g
glance that indicates annoyance at the
three American ladies, who are pre-
pairing reluctantly to sleave. 8 .s> 1..z
Thought they were going to stay the
week. says the fine figure of lady
to the orchestra. Seemed to have
taken quite fancy Ito the place. They
remind me of "a" ~ !: ss. n.
"And what are we going to try over
for you % interrupts the conductor.
Don't mean to say you're going to give
'em something fresh.?''
"It's all the guv-nor's fault. He's
been pestering me to put on a new
song; says the public wants it. AS I
told him, years ago ,used to sing the
same old songs for a. =. &.. 49,
Z well, come on" urges the conduct
or, impatiently Tn beginning to feel
peckish." He opens the book before
him with amazement. "You don't
mean to say-you DON'T mean to tell
me that you've been to this chap for
it? Why, I've got a song of mine at
home now that would suit you How
ever, you know your own business best.
Hurry up!' s@.
1t is an arch, satirical, serio-comic
song that the lady gives to the band,
whispering it as one who, knowing
that her voice is not what it was, con-
siders it wise to use it .sparingly and
to reserve it's strength for imperial oc-
casions. It is for this reason a little
difficult to catch the words of the
verses, but the refrain is more obvious,
because in this the orchestra, much to
it's annoyance, is forced to bear a part.
The lady, shaking a yellow-gloved
forefinger at the dim, vacant audito-
rum, whispers with Affected severity
Of manner:
You men are so backward and so awk-;
ward and so shy.
The orchestra shouts sulkily:
No we amt; no we ain't-
If we maidens but glance at you, You
are all inclined to cry.
The orchestra. as before:
No we amt; no we ain't.
o, you are so goody- -goody and you are
so very mild. E
b'lieve you are as innocent and
gui1eless as child;
You're all SO chicken-'earted that you
nearly drive us wild.
The orchestra, with increased mo-
roseness:
No we amt: no we amt.
There are so many verses Of this, and
the lady is so anxious that the orehes-
ira shall, in their responses, touch per-
lection that the conductor, at the stroke
Of the hour from a deep-voiced clock
out in the street, is forced to interpose.
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