Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-03-05
Ad Men Forgotten.

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when Director Barnes looked the other
way.
Ad Men Forgotten.
Forgetting that the Chamber of Com
merce included in its membership the
lusty lunged ad men, the committee
on arrangements had employed young
profe ssiouals whose distinguished
evening clothes shamed everyone in
the dining hall except George Battey,
who alone wore his ella suit. The
troupe was billed as the Meistersinger
Male quartet, and they performed no.
bly,, considering the fact that the Ad
Mems club had It's singing clothes on
also, and was out for the quartets
| blood.
The Malstersingers had some selec-
tons Of class. Besides the standards
such as Kentucky Babe" Annie
Laurie" and plantation tunes, they
scored big hits with the new Atlanta
hymn, ana a song, 80. Atlanta" to
the tune of Beautiful Lady"
But the Ad Men in the northeast
corner Of the nall insisted on answer
ing every melody OF the Meistersing-
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Patiently and well did the assem-
bage listen to chords and discords
! from Fred Houser, Ivan Allen, Ernest
! Dallis, w. B. Seabrook, Paul Wesley
and others Of their ilk and Il cessation
did not come until Bert" Adams. the
president Of this organization, insisted
on making speech Bert" was raised
IN a chair by sympathetic friends, but
! he had no sooner begun to sound the
glories Of the Ad Men than half a
dozen roll twists struck him on the
| top Of the head, and a cabbage square
in the back feled him to the floor.
POSTMASTER Moore raised his hand
Warningly, the shower ceased, and the
"duloi" cleared away the debris.
The AID Men suffered other Water
| loos" before the night was out. The
high brow" nucleus Of the club-in-
GLIDING "Everybody's Happy Houser.
the "discredted" Adams and four 9TH
ers-tried to start a "one-lung" auto
mobile out of the rain on the outside.
In spite of the magic words used by the
AID Men, the auto absolutely refused
to go. and the crowd got thoroughly
soaked, this time with water from the
skies Finally the occupants of the
car got out and pushed the machine
doWnhill, and those who were waiting
under the shelter heard a feeble "chug-
chug" and surmised that the crew
finally reached home
All Join in Chorus.
But when the singing was well I'M
der way and the cocktails had disap-
peared, the enthusiasm began to show
itself. The valiant 1000 sang with the
Meistcrsingers the chorus of the 90,
Atlanta" song:
They all do pretty fair,
But none of them can share
Atlanta's place-first in the race
Her rivals know she's there"
Somebody in the northeast corner
emitted a shout so sudden and startling
that the women in the balcony Jumped
nervously 1t was a noble YELL full of
fire and of all the patriotic essence that
make the Comanche war whoop ana
the rebel yell famous.
Il bet that's Fred Lewis" announced
Nell r. Wilkerson.
II wasn't, though. Ii was one Of
Fred Lewis noisy Ad club ueighbors.
Bill Parkhurst, maybe or Hubert An
derson-it wasn't easy 10 say. because
no person away from The AG Mems
corner could get more than a Suturistic
impression Of the persons in that VI
entity.
But all the enthusiasm vas no. there.
An answering yell came from he cor
ner south-so' west. II ase Just as vo-
ciferous, or more -
We'll. ri be jigge-el." said Har-
rIson Jones iii IL amt Fi.zaugh Knox"
1t was, and he was showing that Attain
ia was a name 10 thrill him.
If anybody outside the FIVE unfortu-
mates in the evening clothes had any
dignity left, they hid 1t successfully.
The Atlanta spirit was fermenting rap
idly. Also the wine course came about
that time.
The walters we're in demand and the
poor darkies jerked their heads several
dozen ways a minute trying 10 catch
the calls in their direction.
Waiter, Waiter" Everywhere.
Waiter, waiter" everybody howled.
Chris Essig came by to see that
everybody was doing nicely. Waiter.
waiter" somebody yelled az him He
ducked gracefully.
Waiter. waiter" urged Dr. T. J.
SpratIing. holding ont a tiny glass
/ But the waiter passed him by FOR an
other call.
sham pain. mu.mured tine doc
tor looking Oistfu'ly into his empty
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