Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-08-03

feet tall and lame in his right knee was
reading the Dan Rice bill.
Know him. sr?" quoth the old chap
Strengthening up and poking out his
chest. Il certainly did. In fact once
was a minstrel man myself. unfortu-
nately ! danced so much on the rough
stages they had for US performers IN
those days that l injured my leg. After
that had to leave Dams company. Yes,
yes, he and l were great friends.
So swiftly was the old ininstrei nre
burning In the strangers veins it ap-
peared that he was about to break out
in buck-and-wing dance. That. OF
course, would have been bad on both
his knee and the general conduct OF the
library. SO the Cub moved on.
few moments later he came back
that way and, pausing again before the
Dan Rice sign, CHANGED to recognize his
friends voice on the other side OF the
case. which. BY the way, has panel
through the center and is not transparent.
Was l a soldier?" the lame one was
saying II was. They call me the drum
mer boy of Bull Run Yes. yes: why.
do you know, this lameness of mine re-
suited from being shot through the knee
while 1 was charging across the field.
leading the troops with my music into
battle at that first Bull Run engagement
Indeed l shall never forget that"
Not desiring to cause any one embar-
rassment, the Cub read the Dan Rice
sign nine times and waited for the ex-
minstrel and ex-soldier to depart with
his historical leg.
pen."
It was Maggie talking-Maggie with the
tight-f1tting skirts, the rubber soled shoes
and the question-mark hat. She had
started some place and drifted into the
n,I, 0vl,n $hn nrk
of American musicians is shown. She
did not linger long. but while she was
there she said some things that were
important. The Cub knows that. because
Clarice, the girl chum, of Maggie, who
came along and brought her thin little
nose and her chewing gum with her. ex-
pressed great appreciation Of Maggie's
fund of information about modern-day
song writers.
Gee these fellers musta had an awful
time writin' stuff that looks as scrambled
as that" remarked Maggie. Il don't
know nothing about it, particular. but We
used to have a boarder who understood
classic stuff. and he said these authors
never turned out no turkey trot and
dance stuff. 1 guess they wrote pieces
about robins and snow and raindrops
and things like that.
Irwin Berlin for me. What, Clarice.
you don't mean to tell me you don't
know Irwin Berlin? Why, he's writin'
most all this new stuff. His latest goes
.tum-tum- tee Observation-Disclosures, just
like that It's swell. l tell you. We're
a-goin' to get it for our phonograf an
I'll have you down some night and play
it for you"
They passed around and took fleeting
glace at the manuscript of William Ma
sons .'Scherzo-Caprlce." 1t Is fitted with
words, and Maggie certainly was sur
prised at seeing them.
''Why, l do believe they're written in
his own handwrltin'," she exclaimed.
And Clarice thought so. too. SO they
must have been Maggie says mighty
few of the present day songs are written,
verse and music, by one man. Two "clab-
berate" on them; and the reading OF
most any modern song should convince
the average citizen that these musicians
do that very thing.
It always had been the Cubs conten-
ton that an art gallery is no place to
take a young woman in these balmy
September Morn" days, unless she un-
derstands art. And IL her ma is going
along, she, too. should be artistic. But as
for taking little brother Bill and making
a party of four-may the angels help the