The Jennings daily record., 1902-07-02

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after that popular song,
"ue Turned Her Picture Toward the
Wall" came out. l was then living at
Branton. our family consisting Oh III!
self my wife and two children. Mat
tie aged fifteen and George, a%eo seN
cnteen. We possessed IN organ upon
which my daughter played, George
sin"in" and Mrs. Wilrers and myself |
coming in Oh the chorus i'll regular |
country fashion.
WAS the musical enthusiast OF the
family. and while did not like All tle
SONGS then cNtant. when one Gid Stri>c
me | Immediately mastered it. | went
inf, ecstacies over this particular song
and whistled it in the woodshed,
hummed ii in the parlor. sang 1t 10
visitors. nei@hborS and friends. Main!
of these took the fever; but mine was
especially malignant. ana the song
haunted me for weeks after every nouH
else had caught onto something new.
NV wife casually mentioned an
asyium for lunatics several times il
Gav. But | still repeated the song. me
first thing on rising i'll the moEHlliS'
and the last thing on retiring III hl@h'.
Then She pXpostulated and Ventufeu
1o hone that no more popular songs
would come out for at least a year.
realized that my state was HecoN4lS
alarming. Something must be done,
and immediately.
Mrs Wilters." l said, 1.-The thing
shall he stopped
But how. dear" she oueried Wchf-
fly.
Il shall lock III the organ"
Which | did: bu; the song still ran
in nv head At last | collapsed. was
i'll from an overdose OF music. Inc
docror sald | would recuperatc aftei
y few DAYS of rest but upon my hr
Coming convalescent l must refrain
from all music: | must not even SIN:
yankee Doodle. Ben Holt, o.
'Mary Had Il Ltd" Lamb.
Right in the midst OF this mcn';'
trbulation something happened. MIS-
Writers sta -gcrcd into my bedroom on
morning. her eyes rs large rs saucers
and exclaimed:
*.Sam Writers. every picture III I'll
parlor is turned to the wall.
..Yes," chimed in George. and the oj
gan is unlocked.
And pa" added Matte, 1.-The or@a
stops are open where YOU play, II
Turned Her Picture.
Instead of throwing me into ment:
fever. this information did the reNeis
1t broke up the musical trend o. IL
thoughts.
Reverse every picture" / cor
manded. Lock the organ ana le't
the key to me-
was obcyed. Then ! said:
George. 90 and fetch NY gun ITO
the attic.
oh gasped my vile.
eyes. | will sit here i'll bed. arme
and ut the first approach Of dang
leap from ii and shoot the person W
is perpetrating this joke.
But YOU are too sick to think
ANYTHING of the kind eXpostula'
my wife.
Il shall need only to step from
bed and fire. Pity il | cannot sing
popular song. Wen see about it,"
1T will be murder" said Mat
with fearful eyes.
In the first degree, TOO. or
George. severely.
1T won; he murder. Itll simply
defense against Il burglar. See:
They all saw; and rs | was master
the house and thoroughly aroused
the situation it was decided ina
should go on picket duty th;t III!
Mrs. Wilters you will retire t"
chamber above" | ordered ut hedl!
"And, Matte, you can accompany '
mother. As for you, George. sc
club from the woodshed and bec'
y sort of body guard 10 me-
AS night set in the darkness OF
rooms, became intense. Not fix
of light anywhere; just totai dafNn
George sat in the purior behind Il
OF books containing poetry. prose
enough dictionaries TO scare an
nary burglar out of his wits. sat
upright in bed. my back resting aga
the headboard, my trustN gun III
hands
The clock struck one, two three.
sound of the bell had scarcely cc
when a loud noise came to my
Striking a match, l. peeped into
room where George was sitting.
was fast asleep and his falling
had awakened me. Il lighted the
and stared at the pictures.
\ "Gtorgew l shouted.