Little Falls herald. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1889-1950, 1900-08-10
|JOBSON AT A VIOLIN,
HE THOUGHT HE WAS AN EXPERT IN
PRODUCING TUNES.

Possibly He Thinks So Still, but
merous Other People Who Are
Quite Convinced to the Contrary.
When Mr.. Jobson got home from his
Office one afternoon about month ago,
he carried under his arm long, coffin
like leather case, which he deposited with
great care on top of the piano.
"Why, it's a fiddler exclaimed Mrs.
Jobson.
wrong, as usual" said Mr.. Jobson
amiably. Ct" ou've another guess COM
ing. However, as it is not within the
! range Of probability that you'd guess
correctly if you had million coming, I'll
just tell you what this is, Mrs. Jobson.
It's VIOLIN"
isn't that what r.
''No, Mrs. Jobson, that isn't what you
! said. You said it was fiddle"
"What are you going to do with it?''
inquired Mrs. Jobson.
"Well," replied Mr.. Jobson, with great
elaboration, I'm not going to kill it for
its hide and tallow, and I'm not going to
use it for kindling to light the kitchen
| fire with. beg to inquire, Mrs. Jobson,
with 'em?''
Try to play on them, suppose" re-
piled Mrs. Jobson meekly.
''Try to play on 'em, eh?' said Mr.
| Jobson, with the accent on the try
"Just you hang on to your sarcasm until
you need it. I've bought this violin to
play on
"But,'' said Mrs. Jobson, 81 neve,
knew that you played the
I'm quite aware OF that, Mrs. Jobson,'
said Mr.. Jobson, fondling his purchase as
afectionately as If it had been an heir
loom and taking it to the window the bet
ter to examine its points" II may re-
mark incidentally that there are whole
heap of things that you don't know, Mrs
Jobson. I'm not in the habit Of climbing
out on the caves and parading my accom-
plishments, like some people I've hearc
tell Of, Mrs. Jobson. I may inform you
however, that when you were wearing
dresses down to your shoe tops and be
fore you'd begun to tuck your back hail
up under your hat was able to saw on
violin to make folks that heard me wee1
or laugh at will"
did you ever" exclaimed Mrs. Job
son. ''Then why have you never played
Slnce we were mar
Because it's kept me too busy tryinf
to keep home over your head, Mrs
Jobson, that's why" said Mr.. Jobson
I'm going to take it up again now, how
ever, and in about a month from dat,
there'n be some music around these part,
that'n hurt the suburban. resorts by keep
ing all Of our neighbors for blocks around
!. on their front stoops at. night. You'll
accompany me on the piano. I'm goinf
to practice up by myself for few week.
and then the Jobson parlor concerts vii
begin. l don't claim to be any Ysaye o.
Joachim or Marteau or Sarasate or any
thing like that, Mrs. Jobson, but il Their
was any old thing used to be able to d.
better than another before my plung,
into matrimony made it imperatively nee
essary for me to toll and moil and slav,
day and night in order to get and keel
4 home together, why, it was playing tn
violin, that's ALL"
The next evening Mr.. Jobson brough
home violin and piano collection in tw,
sections. The collection was made up al
most entirely Of such choice classics B.
"Champagne Charley" mot For Joe,'
Cup In Balloon" maggie May" ISL
very Waves" ''Down In a Coal Mine,
"Elf1n Waltz" 'Ten Thousand Mile
Away" and other concertos of the sor
that were popular in the days of MI
Jobson's youth.
"Just you practice up the piano &C
compartments" said Mr.. Jobson to Mrs
Jobson, handing her the piano part of tn
classic collection, land I'll 60 into train
Ing in the spare room up in the attic TO
a few weeks. and when 7 get into forn