Connecticut western news., 1916-06-15
The Wurra Wurra Club

ueno 5OS dIsOus, NcOuuQeuJlally, there wasn't a single lady present-nor a married one also, for that matter. ) Ladies and gentlemen" said he, let's get to business.' And forth. with he ordered tie secretary to call the roll. Then he made Ivan Cam read the minutes of the last meeting of the fire company, after which the late k. A. Cseevey, (he didn't come in until after the roll was called, sang the Opening Ode through an inch pipe, accompanied by himself on a trip through the Azure Islands, and the worst was over.
 Dan Sweeney got up and suggested that something ought to be done about the reinstatement of the billy cop at the Railroad street corner.
 The fat member took himself by the bootstraps and hoisted himself up. Mister Pres dent" said he, "speak- in bout reinstatement remipds me of goin' U th' Norfolk concerts in otto. mobiJe-this years tn fust time ever went up before in a ottomobile-an' they wasn't a single cop-billy or nanny-t' p'serve order on tn road. But sayl Them was some concerts this year, now bul-lieve me. Some of tn pieces was extry fine. an tn p'f formers took their parts real good. wasn't p'tic'lar struck on tn fust s'lection, Tuesday, might. l. was what they called tn Mystic Hour, Sympathy in one movement, by MT. LoN.eller, from somewhere out O town. It was all music, except tn singin'. an' that helped it a lot, but they wasn't no tune to it. Tla' dunn thing give @e tn mulligrubs b'fore it'd ben goin' ten minutes It reminded me that | had a note comils' due this week, an that my insurance policy was due, an l was jest wondeTin' if my sick uncle would live through tn night, when tn feller with tn stuffed mallet, representa- Jubelorum, began 5angin' tn spokes in brass bedstid back of tn French horn, am that put bit O eheerin' jirgle into life; but he quiS purity quick, an it was dismaller' n ever, an remembered jest how my dead fust wife looked when she was laid out in tn . coffin, jest 'leven years ago come next January. give my wife a hunch in tn ribs, am l sez, sez l, I don think I'll trouble you very long, sez I; you've ben a good wife t me, in some ways, am want 'Shet up, ye old fool, seq she, jest like that. 'Shet up, you old fool; it's tn music of this Sympathy that's doin' it., an want t. tell ye it takes a man with a great mind t compose n thing like that. 'Wa'al, sez I, 'mebhe so, but if it was me, I'd have great mind t' throw it in tn waste baxit, 'stid O bringin' it here t give everybody tn blues. Then went t sleep, an tn clappin' woke me up when it was all over.
 "Th' next night I went agin-my wife was poplar enough t' git extry ticket fir me all three nights. Ye see she sung all through ih rehesrsals am then resigned after they left her off tn cast O characters fir tn main snow. That night they sung tn Creation, an it was great. knew It'd make a hit, b'canse tn Canaan bunch sung in it, an had two nieces an a step son in tn chorus, am they can sing some, now bul-lieve me. if do say it myself. | was go.n' t git up an r'pose t give 'em three cheers when they got done, but my wife hung onto my coat. tails an sed they wasn't no use O maxim a ass of myself jest 'canse I knew how. Tn crowd tried t encore tn Creation, but MT. Stoeckel put on MT. Fritz Kreisler, tn fiddler, as a after. piece, instid. An say! mebbe Fritz can't | fiddle! I sen t my wife, That fiddle's a bluff; they hain't no fiddle that can sing like that. Fritz's got some kind O fillilloo bird under his coat that's doin' that wobblin', but he cant fool me; used t fiddle on tn violin, my self, once, an 1 wasn't no slouch with tn fiddlestick, neither, an' know they hain't no such tones as he's maxim, in fiddle But all tn satisfaction l could git out O her was tn same old compliment that was a old fat fool, am let 'er go at that.
 9Th last night was tn ortchestry night, with Percy Grainger on tn side, an Guv'nor Holcomb in tn aujience, am tn crowd stood up fir both of 'em almost as enthusiastic as they was Paines himself-an' say! there's tn chap that's got 'em all skinned when it comes t poplar idolin'-that man Paine. Why, if President Wilson should come in tn front door while Paine was comin' in back of tn chorus, Wilson wouldn't git nothin' but a birdseye view of surgin' bustles, back hair switches am coat.tails. How. somever, Grainger was tn real hero of tn prngum that night. He writes pieces t play on tn pianny; an he plays 'em, too. When he come on, l ast my wife, Who is his name ?' She sez, 'Grainger.' Yes, but who is his