The evening Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1918-1920, 1919-03-27
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creature outmatching Solomon in all
his glory providing that Solomon ever
arrayed himself in black -throated
gowns, high coffuers and slipped clus-
tiers of fire gems with reckless aban-
don on his fingers.
"She's took to painting and pow
dering,' remarked Alice Hold in
hoarse whisper, land her hair is dyed /
or I'm a carrot!'
"Well, she's no amateur at it." re-
marked her husband enthusiastically.
"The days when she used to keep a
little square of mirror in her P-case
and primp herself between locals
have certainly turned to her advan-
tage." He said it in an extra-loud |
voice for the great audience was APP
plauding enthusiastically and Mibb |
was bowling and acknowledging their
tribute just a wee bit indifferently. |
Something of her old contempt for
in public. A tall lean lank young
man whom Sam declared resembled a
string bean in dress suit, hurried
across-stage carrying an immense
white handkerchief, sun the pinno-
stool as though in hurry to have
it done and it was something
to be ashamed of to do in
public, seated himself and tink-
led few bars of piano music And
Mibb, poised rather languidly at the
corner Of the babygrand piano with
the raised cover, began to sing.
She sang that old song, "Stars of
the Summer Night"
Remember where we folks heard
that song last?" Sam demanded.
EAT the party up in Gold-piece
Cabin" returned Alice Crank play
ed it on his violin!" Then she dent
ed one of her husbands ribs with
her elbow. "But you keep quiet"
she admonished. eve want to hear
this music!"
looked at Mary Purse. Her head
was slightly on one SIDE Her work
hardened hands were relaxed in her
, lap. Her eyes were fixed on Mibb
hungrily. When Alice Hold leaned
, over and criticized something in
Mibb's toilet, she merely nodded
sadly. And in that moment [ was
sorry that we had attended this en-
tertainment and brought Mary. For
Mibb's materialistic philosophy may
n lem in metaphysics, but it had
, brought her success while Mary's had
! brought her seemingly but work ano
o sorrow and red hands and care-lin-
: ed face and raiment that was only
f cheap serge and shoddy.
C The audience applauded when Mibl
: had finished, as audiences had hab
h it of doing out Of the ages eterna
e when the applause was for the socia
= idol or artist of the moment and theil
work on the whole was passing fair
So Mihb smiled-rather contemptu
ously, we imagined-and the string
bean in the dress suit wiped his hands
It on the great fowery Handkerchief
Il and began another. And Mibb sans
It the encore, the song is immat
d erial, and was applauded a
" gain, and the string bean came in 70
q his portion of it and then both hat
], some more and Nib swished off tn
# platform and back onto it again ant
consulted with the string bean ant
% the string bean nodded and began a
gain and we had still more music.
10 The concert only lasted an hour
But toward the close of that hour
Mibb sang two songs that demon
o strated only too plainly that it wa
not alone her voice which hal
brought her fame, but the discretion
4 employed in her selections. For the
had been chosen to answer the age
old yearning in the hearts of tire
men and women, patrician or no, TO
~ the scenes and faces and heart-hope
of days that have gone with the lon
n ago and to which human folks
- y wherever life finds thenl-tur
~ back with mute longing-days 0
- father and mother and childhoo
- when the tinsel of all the univers
- was gold of the finest qualit
and life was not a cruz
nightmare but a rare and beautifr
thing filed with hope and promis
l. and song. She sang "Silver Thread
Among the Cold" and for an encor
followed it with that beautiful simpl
old ballad, "Home, Sweet Home
Darling I am growing old; silve
threads mong the gold
= Shine amid my hair today, life
- fading fast away.
But my darling you will be eve
young and fair to me.
Yes my darling, you will be eve
young and fair to mel"
Cold passionless type cannot brin
the words of that fine old song
fitting melancholy onto the printe
page as Mibb's rich contralto ros
and fell in the sobs of that eulog,
A vast hush fell over that audienc
Even a dreamy daze came over Il
IL features of the string-bean at tt
piano, as Mibb sang it and his finger