The broad ax. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1895-19??, 1897-01-02

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We arroVe but yesterday
the purls
You'll pardon me, conductor" The
nrst violin signs and taps the desk be-
fore him with his bow, and the orches-
ira stops avkwardly. You won't mind
my mentionin' somethin'." The eldest
girl leans down conhdentially. This
Is song that we're singin' Of"
The first violin says, with some irony,
that he has guessed thSt from the way
the ladies opened their mouths.
Thought from the was your band
was playin' that they might ave
looked on il as kind of handicap race.
It's not! It's jest a song, and VIC all
start fair. Now that we've got a Prop
er understanding about this, Wen 90
on afresh."
The three ladies from America are
sore and bitter trial to the first violin.
and he gives a sigh Of obvious RELIEF
when the conductor with another CT
gar returns. The conductor adopts
Inherent manner-a decided manner.
Look here. you young NEWCOMERS,
says the conductor. briskly, your
songs all right; you'll find It 90 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 II We give up all the morn
Ing to you, why, naturally enough no
one else will get q chance"
These English musicmongers." says
the eldest Of the three. accepting the
returned band pafts-for the sombef
boy does not seem to think 1t worth
his while to reappear-"make me
tired"
A very fine figure Of a matronly lady,
who has been looking on impatiently
at the wings and muttering to herself,
comes now to the front and gives
glance that indicates annoyance at the
three American ladies, who are pre-
pairing reluctantly to leave.
Thought they were going to stay ths
week" says the fine figure Of a lady
to the orchestra. Seemed to have
taken quite a fancy to the place. They
remind me Of "a"
And what are we going TO try over
fol you?" interrupts the conductor.
Don't mean to say you're going to givs
EN- something fresh?"
It's all the guv-nor's fault He's
been Fostering me to put on q new
song; says the public wants it As /
told him. years ago l used to sing the
same old songs for "a"
We'll, come on" urges the conduct
or. impatiently. I'm 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
hone now that would suit you How
ever. you know your own business best.
Hurry up~
It is an arch, satirical. serio-comie
song that the lady gives to the band.
1t as one who, knowing
that her voice is not what 1t was. con-
siders il wise to use it sparingly and
to reserve its 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
Its annoyance, is forced to bear a part.
The lady, shaking a yellow-gloved
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 amt
Il we maidens but glance at you, you
are all inclined to cry.
The orchestra. as before:
No we amt; no we amt.
}, you are so goody-goody and you are
so very mild.
! b'lieve you are as innocent and
guileless as a child;
You're all so chicken-'earte that You
nearly drive US wild.
The orchestra, with increased mo-
oseness:
No we amt: no we amt
There are so many verses Of this, and
he lady is so anxious that the orches-
ra shall, in their responses. touch per-
ection that the conductor, at the stroke
4 the hour from a deep-voiced clock
ut in the street, is forced to interpose.
There's such a thing as a chop"
avs the conductor precisely, taking
he violin pad from his shoulder, and
here's such a thing as a small bottle
( stout. And IL you ask me, I'm
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