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

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 quartet's
blood
The Meistersingers 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, and a song, 60 Atlanta" to
the tune of Beautiful Lady"
But the Ad Men in the northeast
corner of the hall insisted on answer
! ing every melody of the Meistersing
ers with warblings of their own.
Patiently and well did the assem-
blage listen to chords and discords
from Fred Houser, Ivan Allen, Ernest
Dallis, w. b. Seabrook, Paul Wesley
and others of their illS, and a cessation
did not come until Bert" Adams, the
president Of this organization, insisted
on making a speech. Bert" was raised
in chair by sympathetic friends, but
he had no sooner begun to sound the
glores 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 felled him to the floor.
| Toastma ster Moore raised his hand
warningly, the shower ceased, and the
| 'dulof cleared away the debris.
| The AID Men suffered other "Water-
loos" before the night was out The
| high brow" nucleus of the club-in-
Guiding "Everybody's Happy Houser
the "discredited" 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
Ad 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 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
Meistersingers 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 shou; 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 and
the rebel yell famous
II bet that's Fred Lewis" announced
Nell R. Wilkerson.
1t wasn't. though Ii was one OF
Fred Lewis noisy Ad club neighbors
Bill Parkhurst. maybe or Hubert An
derson-it wasn't easy to say because
no person away from the Ad Mems
corner could get more than futuristi,
impression Of the persons in that vi
cinity.
But all the enthusiasm was not there
An answering yell came from The cor.
ner south-so' west. 1t was just as vo.
ciferous, or more So
We'll, I'll be jiggered," said Har.
rison Jones. IF it amt Fitzhugh Knox
1t was. and he was showing that Allan.
ia was a name 10 thrill him.
II anybody outside the five unfortu
mates in the evening clothes had an,
dignity left, they hid il successfully
The Atlanta spirit was fermenting rap