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 its 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 song, 40, Atlanta" to
the tune of "n-autiful Lady"
But the AID Men in the northeast
corner of the hail insisted on answer
ing every melody Of the Meistersing-
ers with warnings of their own.
Patiently and well did the assem-
blage listen to chords and discords
from Fred Houser. Ivan Allen. Ernest
DalliS, w. b. SeabTook, Paul Wesley
and others Of their ilk. and a cessation
did not come until Bert Adams, the
president eff this organization. insisted
on making a speech. Bert" was raised
in 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 felled him to the floor
POSTMASTER Moore raised his hand
warningly, the shower ceased. and the
"dulof cleared away the debris.
The Ad 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 "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 a feeble "chug-
chug" and surmised that the crew
finally reached home.
All Join in Chorus.
But when the singing was we'll UNI
der way and the cocktails had disap-
peared, the enthusia SIN began to show
itself. The valiant / 900 sang with the
Meistersingers the chorus Of the 20,
Atlanta" song;
They all do pretty fair,
But none of them can share
Atlanta's place-flrst 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 noble yell, full of
fire and of all the patriotic essence that
make the Comanche war Nhoop and
the rebel yell famous.
81 bet that's Fred Lewis" announced
Nell Il. Wilkersou.
1t wasn't. though, 1t was one Of
Fred Lewis noisy Ad club neighbors.
Bill Parthurst maybe. or Hubert An
derson--it wasn't easy to say. because
no person away from the Ad Mems
corner could get more than a futuristic
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 80.
We'll, I'll be jiggered.' SAID Har-
rson Jones. III It amt Fitzhugh Knox"
| II was. and he was showing that Allan
ia was name to thrill him.
II anybody outside the FIVE unfortu-
mates in the evening clothes had any
dignity left, they hid it successfully
The Atlanta spirit was fermenting rap