The news & observer. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1894-current, 1905-03-07
END WITH SONG
AND EYES ABOVE
Scenes as the General
Assembly Died.
GALLERY HELPED OUT
While the Floor and Lobbies Roarcd
the Bass, FairsWomen ADDED So,
prano 10 the Enthusiasm. Amid
His Competitors, Eringhaus
the Hero.


With an audience of packed CALLER
les. which means women-full, the
House of Representatives, reinforced
iwth the overflow from the desert of
the more dignified Senate and with
scores of citizens. employees and pages
made merry shift of the closing hours
of the session of 1905.
The formalities went off with some
merriment, but subject to the bore
dom of occasional premeditated ora
tory. The falling of an isolated bon
mot. born on the spur of the moment
during these functions gave q sauce
to the proceedings following the end
of the regular work of the House
while the Speaker was engaged in the
ratification of bills, but such diversion
was nothing in comparison with the
mirth unrestrained which broke forth
Immediately upon the conclusion OF all
pre-arranged action.
The fun started with the appear
ance on the floor of Mrs. Harrington,
of Harnett Mr.. Harrington is a long
specimen with a neck which is like the
section of q fire hose and muStache
of a blackness and dropping quahty
which suggests at the same time ylgor
and modesty. The vigor, however,
was the more noticeable and the mod
esty never got beyond the suggestion
of personal appearance While the
galleries clapped. some leather lunged
solon declared that an original poem
was to be sung by the author and Mr..
Harrington nothing 10th, with notes
to his cogitationS in his hand, began
the stirring notes of Patsie Murphy.
Mr.. Harrington sang as his crop sug-
gested with the gurgle of waters
through a standpipe and the crowd
went wild with appreciation. Women
clapped from the galleries and men on
the floor doubled with the excess of
their merriment. Amid it all Mr.. Har-
rington preserved the order of his dig
nifty and sang through to the end, the
semblance Of order which had been
heretofore maintained vanishing with
the first long drawn and wolk-like
howl of the yitues of Betsie, indica-
tive of a hopeless despair and stead
fast longing that were irresistible.
At the conclusion of Mr.. Harring-
toms efforts, someone raised the tune
of "Our Country tbs of Thee, and
the floor, packed by this time with
humanity burst into the swelling roar
of the chorus, 1t was a scene which
will not be soon forgotten. The
House was packed. Senators who had
heard the tumult came crowding in
to lend the aid of their lungs. Pretty
women smiled and waved from the
gallery. Big chested representatives
swelled to twice their natural size like
pOuter pigeons to get the notes more
emphatically from de profundis.
Hymn followed hymn with JUNCTION
and delight. But suddenly there came
a college yodel fro mthe midst. 1t
was Peter Murphy barking back to
the days when Charles Mangum made
of the University Glee Club. q score
of victorious lady killers. With avert
ed eyes he threw the old tenor plea of
the Swiss mountains into the midst of
the revelry with wonderful effect In
stantly the tone, the meaning of the
singing changed its merte. Where
there had been the solemn measure
there succeeded tn Tilt Of fun and of
love impertinent. Around Mr.. Muir
ply there had gathered a knot of
those who thought they could sing and
knew that they were esteemed of the
ever potent gallery.
The plaintive notes of "Oid Black
Joe" rose with its touching appeal.
Some holder individual brought forth
Goodbye Lady" There arose a
shout, "Frinhause. Erinhause! Face
the gallery" Mr. Erinhause. his face
flushed and eyes shining followed the
summons. Sitting on the back of his
of womens faces above, he lined out
the tune Farewell, FAREWELL, my
own true love-"
The pit roared and there came a
cry. THE galleries! the galleries! sing!
singh
Above there was a fiutter, young
women could be observed shaking re-
luctant heads one to the other. Finally
a married woman in the front row,
raised the tune of "Auld Lang Syne, .
the women's voices rising what Gov
ernor Bob Glenn called on the cam
paign the "high sounding soprano"
and the heterogeneous company on
the floor came in with re-doubled en- :
thusiasm on the deep resounding
bass"
Then the versatile ErinhauSe struck
up the notes of the song from Floro-
dora, Tell me pretty Maiden are there
any more az home like you? and the
galleries came back at once with the
response.
Aided by new recruits, but with
avid eyes on the beauty above his
head, the Saxon haired man from Pas
quotank continued his song:
Tor I must love some one" came
the reply from the gallery.
Then, why not me?" chanted
Erinhaus with his heart in his throat.
Yes, / must love someone" came
the thrilling announcement from
above, "and it might as we'll be YOU
At this point some brute took the
up-staring Erinhaus by his wealth of
hair and pulled him backwards over