The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1901-09-29

lear Sir: l received the answer in
repiy TO my letter of which was sent to
YOU on 9Th inst. am very satisfacted
OF your words to me, and 1 tank YOU
very much of your gently manners to-
ward me. But one thing 1 must ask of
Which it's this, that when | wrote the
! leIter to you could explain myselfe what
mad to ask you, you replied me exactly
What asked you, but it is this what
IKE TO know, the songs that 1 composed.
they amt peaceS of music or ANYTHING. ais
like that, but composed by words as that
ponceman whom composed two songs of
| Which they are: Il am around when
chicago sleeps" and "The policemen of
this great city hope to hear from YOU
again, as l am your respectful friend. =
p. S.-If my songs would be accepted
by you to be published, let me know
what you must know from me-
There was something pathetic about
this fellows earnestness, and 1 made the
mistake of writing him a kindly note Of
advice anent becoming more accustomed
to the English language before indulging
in song writing. Here is his reply:
My Dear Sir: am very much glad Of
your kindly answer and / thank you
very much for your favor of which you
opllged to do for me. l am sending you
this song composed of three verses, writ
ten by me, and In case you will find any
wrong words in 1t, you will kindly cor
rect it for me, without blaming me, but
my age. l am not a composer or Gather
a song writer, but seventeen year-old
fellow, born in Italy, where 1 was study
ing to be priest, but when I gave it up and
L left school and imm1grated here four
years ago, as l landed on the 7th Of
January, 1895. I sailed away from Ma
pies against the wish of my family.
am from Pisticci-Province Of Basilicata.
AS soon as l landed here my uncle sent
me to school, as I had better learn the
English language before 1 could start to
learn a trade or anything else like that,
SO L kept on going to school, and then /
began to learn the barber trade. Three
years We're past and commenced to
take lessons from professor by name
- paying him with my own money
that l earn from my uncle of which
am working with him in his own place
/ am still taking lessons from the said
professor. l hope you VIII publish my
composition and I got many others in
preparation to be finished. 1 will soon
send you 81 for copies of my song.
hope to be satisfacted from you OF my
composition of which you will print.
Your respectful friend.
with this naive autobiography came
these verses:
THE GIRL I MET IN CHICKERING
HALL.
have been waiting for her all the night
When she promised me to come to town,
But when l found that she didn't come
/ was nearly TO broke GOWN.
But next time when III meet her again
I must tell to be truly girl.
Chorus
She's the girl that I'm in love
Since first I met her In the Chickering
hall.
And I'm in deeply love with her since
than.
"Never mind the other two verses. A
few days later came this effusion from
another contributor who sent it in all Sc
riousnessi
THE INCEST GIRL EVER SAW.
All the girls that I ever saw
They amt so beautiful like the one ]
know,
With a clearly gentle face;
You think she's the queen OF the horse
race
Whenever meet her through the streets
She always seems to be gay and risky.
Chorus.
You think I'm jolling you.
Just because I'm comical,
But you ought to believe me
Because I'm always really.
There is another verse, but you'd bet
ter let it rest. And when we turn down
such trash as this, a mighty howl goes
I'D from the ranks of the would-be song
writers about the inappreciative publish
er, who claims to be looking for fresh
material, but doesn't recognize genius
when it is thrust under his very nose.
From Wilmington, Del, we recently
received a bunch of verses from COM
poser who signs himself, Author of
s.When the Birds Together Coo and
other hits The birds did not coo in
public to our knowledge, but here Is how
the pine trees voiced fever and ague:
MEATH THE PINE TREES GENTLE
CULVER.
When I was young and gay on sum-
mer's day
Jack
Sometimes we'd go away from home and
mother would ask us when we was
coming back.
How I'd ust to laugh when he'd point
out the brindle calf
can almost see that little calfie now.
Then he'd want to kiss, but I'm such
shy miss
I'd turn clear round and ask him how.
CHORUS
Meath the pine trees gentle qufver we'd
stroll along the river,
And sometimes up the river we would
row
And sometimes he would kiss me and
oftener he would miss me,
Then to pass away the time would sew.
brace up. That's easy compared with
verse q Never mind the second verse?
All right, I won't but let me tell you
this song was submitted to three New
York publishing houses In perfect good
faith.
"a catastrophe Of national Importance
always brings forth a crop of black-bor-
dered compositions that give us the night
mare. Fully 500 songs were written on
the Galveston disaster, and two publish
ed versions came up this way. They are
copyrighted, but one verse will probably
be enough for you. The author of The
Destruction of Galveston lived in Okla
homa territory. and distance alone had
| probably saved US before. But the gulf