Connecticut western news., 1914-06-11
The Wurra Wurra Club

"A-a-a-all Abo-o-o-oard p What a world of varying emotions the classic phrase awakens into active being !! From the anguish of parting friends to the hope and joy of youth embarking upon the voyage of life, and the en- thusiasm of childish glee in its first venture beyond the confines of its native town-all shades and gradations of tone and jingle are stirred into life by the vibrant heart-strings that re- spond to the loud and compelling admonition, "A-a-a-all Abo-o-o-oard ' How it thrills the scurTying throng And how they hasten to heed the ad- monition-some to part from home and kindred, perhaps forever; some to re- turn to their own abodes and loves ones far away, and some, perchance, to go to hospital to have some of their in- sides cut out. What a medley of human contradictions; what diversity of moving impulses; what symphony of heart-rending what-you-call-' 'ems are suggested by the clarion call, "A-a-all Abo-o-o-oard r' Think of the pathos of it The thrill of itl And oh, the pity of it, ohl ohp ow wow l And yet, the conductor doesn't mean it that way. He simply means that if you're going you'd better get on. On the particular occasion of which we are now about to speak, there were no heart breaking farewells, for everybody was going and nobody was left behind. It was the Norfolk concert train, which, after all, has nothing to do with this article except that it carried the fat member and his wife to the concert. But let the story proceed in its own way. The sexton, Mir. $. Becareful Strong, opened the regular meeting by introducing the president, MT. Victor M, Coe, who sang the Opening Ode with an accuracy of shading and tonal colorature that gave to the Ode a new interpretation expressive of the timbre that quavers in the minor chords of tho upper register, or thereabouts. The minutes of the last meeting were read and approved, after which the chair abruptly called upon the fat member, who had been chosen to make report on the concerts, to get up and deliver the goods. And the fat member got up.
 Mister President" said he, "I don't p'tend t be no musical cricket, an that ain't why went to tn con- certs. My wife was one O tn singers, | till they sorted 'em over just b'fore tn concerts, an she got tickets f'r me, an wouldn't let me stay home. She sez she's goin' t make me cultivate my ears fir music. But they cert'nly was great concerts. O. course, tn fust two concerts, with Paine on tn bridge, was what int'rested me, COZ them was tn ones my wife helped 'em t git ready, till they got ready t' sing lem. An sayl That man Paine sure had 'em down fine. I told my wife he got bet ter results than eyer before, an she sez my ears is comin' on fine, which is tn result of persistent consequences. Now I want t nom nate Paine fir hon'ry membership an "-at this point the secretary butted in to inform the fat gentleman that both Mir. Paine and Mir Stoeckel had been honorary members since the organization of the Club ''Then except the sec 'tary's apology" said the fat member, who proceeded: 9Th fust night they was an extry piece, called Lucy Fire, by Henry Hadley, who umpired tn ortchestry himself. It was mighty good piece, guess, tn way tn corner-sewers clapped. Tn progum sed they was angels i'll it, an devils am things. made bad guess, when tn fiddles an harmonicas was goin' it real jolly. I sez t my wife, 'Hain't that great?' sez I, 'Ye can almost see tn angels fiyin' around all so happy an free 'Shet y'r he'd, ye big fat fool, sez my wife, They re playin' devils now, an tn imps is chucklin' in goolish glee while they're torchin' sum poor soul. 'Wa'al,' sez I, they got good music down t hell, any how, if it's like that. I won't dred it so much firm now on, sez I, sort O jokin,' but my wife whispered to me, confidential, that I was a ass, an sed she guessed she was mistook about what was maxim my ears develop so much.
 "I didn't want t' go tn last night but O course I had to. My wife sed they was goin' to have tn biggest | feature they ever had. sed, Yes, | know; I've saw all about it in tn pa pers. It's Jim Finnegan firm Siberia. You know lot, sez my wife, sarcastic. You got your foneticks mixed. It hain't Jim Finnegan firm Siberia; it's l Jean Sibelius firm Finland, tn great Finnish composer, with a equitable "F," an it's tn chanst of lifetime. Wa'al, I went, O course. An say they sure was Finnish t his music. | They was real music into it. It wasn't l all that dronin', moanin', jigglin', stuff | like ortchestry tunin' up, such as tn four-hoss classical pieces be. No sir; when Jean wrote it he kept at it till got il. full O music, b'fore he Finnish |