Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1902-05-05
THEY WERE TREED.
Two Local Trou5adours Climb to the
Shed Roof.
Bull Dog Belonging to Neishbor, Cause
of Trouble.

There are Z couple of local trouba-
dours in town who can sing like pair
of pet canaries and as for playing the
mandolin and guitar, why, nobody
thinks of sleeping when they start in.
Their voices blend nicely together like
a rum punch, and their high notes
can't be reached with step ladder
They are quite celebrated locally for
their clever serenades and are much
sought after by societies and social
gatherings to piece out the program
ana round out an evenings entertain
ment They are headliners in modest
way ana are always ready and willing
to put their musical ability up against
the hostess supper and call the thing
n draw.
But they are not serenading any
more. That is, not for some days to
come will their sercnading voices be
heard making music on the midnight
air. They have retired for the time be-
ing to have their voices manicured
and to nave sundry rips and rents
patched and darne3.
They started out the other night
with flying colors to do the serenaGe
fair dulcimonas who had smiled upon
them sweetly for the past few weeks.
They reached the house all right. took
up d position under the window and
commenced to tune UP.
They were well started on that old
centennial zephyr of Come, Love.
Come, Who're the Moon Lies Beaming,'
when a third party arrived on the
scene. Now a third party is most al
ways 4 crowd and an unwelcome guest
ana it proved so in this case for the
newcomer was a neighboring bull dog
whose nights had been made hideous
by a se1;tet of thOughtiesS felines who
nightly sung There Is a Light in the
Window for Thee" And when Mr.. Bull
Dog poked his nose out of his kennel
and saw that street band he made up
his mind with good luck he would
harvest enough for q mess, so with
open mouth and with-tail elevated like
the flagstaff on the state House he
made a dive in their direction.
The impromrtu concert ceased. The
troubadours had often read Of that
good boy, Mark, in the second reader.
who when chased by a ferocious dog
turned and looked the dog in the eye
ana thus escaped all harm. This party
didn't wait to hunt for eyes in the
dog. They hunted for the high ground
and by Il retrOerade movement similar
to that made by Schley at Santiago
they landed on the shed roof but not
until one of them had lost part of n
trouser leg.
They had an elegant view Of the
moon as they sat on that slanting roof
and held on by their fingers and toes
The poetry had been all knocked out of
the serenade business and they wanted
to go home.
The dog was a slayer and would oc-
casionally let out a howl that would
cause our high-minded heroes to shin
a little nearer the ridge pole. After
waiting some hours (Which seemed to
them years. relief came in the shape
of a young man who was just getting
home from Il call on a sweet old maid
over in the other ward. At first he
thought it was burglars on the roof
but on a nearer view he discovered
the musical wonders waiting to be
rescued.
After lassoing the pup and con-
vincing our heroes that there was no
danger of losing any more of their raj
ment they slid to the ground and gath
ering up their musical merchandise de-
parted down the street for home, while
the two young ladies who were to be
serenaded and who had been awak-
ened by the uproar held the lantern
to speed the departing guests. Their
friends are trying to induce them to
take the platform like Miss Stone of
prigand fame and deliver a lecture
entitled Wrecked in Mid-Air. or, The
Troubles of a Troubadour.''