Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-11-19
CORNCOb PIPES
FAIL To HALT
GAYETY
Ad Men Lead in Noise Making,
and Fred Houser's Shirt Is
Best Joke.

Most everybody who went to the
big feast at the Auditorium Tuesda y
night are still talking about the things
they saw and the things they heard.
Most Of Atlanta's best known citizens
were there, and as usual, they were
distinctively Individual II they dent
wear something, or do something, they
said something that impressed the
nearer with the strength and charm OF
their personality. Men upon whose
shoulders rests the burden Of the
city's business and financial world
cast aside their worries and entered
into the spirit of the affair with a
zest and vigor, fraternizing with men
of lesser affairs in a brotherly CANA
rader1e that made the banquet a glo-
rlous success.
The spirit OF friendliness and CO.
operation was all over the big hall, and
everybody had a good time from the
time the doors OF the lobby opened
until the janitor turned out the lights.
Nearly everybody had new Joke to
tell, and IL they didn't have one they
coined one on the spur of the mo-
ment, usually on the subject OF the
Georgia made clothes the victim was
wearing
Houser 10 Chief Comedian.
Fred Houser, secretary OF the At
lanta Convention Bureau, took care
Of the joy producing end Of the ban
quet Houser started his career of
giddy pleasure and JOY giving out In
the lobby, before the doors of the ban.
quet hall were opened
He stood up in the corner, talking
to everybody that came along but It
was evident that his mind was not
on his greetings. His mind was on
himself He smiled the Houser smile
and he extended the Houser glad
hand-one of them. With the other
he organized exploring expeditions,
scratching industriously and with
vigor. friend ventured to ask the
reason, and Houser led him into the
darkest recesses of the hall.
You know" said Houser, I'm
patriotic Georgian'-scratc h-"and !
wanted to go the limit" scratch-'so
T"-scratch; and business Of whisper
ing
NO. sara the ITleTO.
Yes. sir!" replied Houser with en-
phasis.
"Woolens?" queried the friend.
you bet they're woolen." said
Houser. feelingly They're about the
most wooden woolens that ever were,
/ reckon"
Later In the evening Houser con-
quered his feelings and led the cheer
ing. voicing his orders through q big
megaphone. He tried also to lead the
singing and did II, too--after a CON
siderable passage at arms with the
band. Houser had a leaning toward
the old time songs, but every time he
started one OF the old timers the
band went of on a tangent and played
a little ragtime. Finally Houser tried
to sing "In Dear Old Georgia" and
the band started that one about
You've dragged me down and down
until my soul within me died" And
Houser says a band hasn't got soul.
and he didn't drag them down-they
were hired by someone else.
Georgia butter failed to make its
| appearance on a good many of the ia
hles and there were many anguished
| calls from gentlemen who do not con-
slider a biscuit a biscuit unless 1t is
smothered in butter. Nobody knew
someone asked J. Lee Barnes about
the butter, during one of the few
leisure moments Mr.. Barnes had all
day, he disavowed all knowledge and
interest in butter
Heaven and earth and interme-
date stops" he exclaimed, haven't
got enough to attend to without
thinking of butter? Alb -lutely!"
Laundrymen on Job.
There was a lot Of singing going
on in different parts of the hall. but
nobody created more enthusiasm than
four laundrymen who were seated by
table down near the speakers. They
were George Beck, George II. Fauss.
Tom II. Martin and Bob Dunaway,
and all OF them are connected in some
way with big Atlanta laundry.
So what could they do but or
ganiZe a "lundrymen's quartet" when
| Mr. Beck wished to relieve his soul
with music? They sang soulful dit
ties with great feeling and expression.
and when they got their heads to-
, gether and turned loose on the chords,
all the BARRIERS shop organizations in
the country went into the discard.
or course there were people near
them who did not appreciate their
music, and these shot out caustic
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