Evening star., 1921-06-26
AROUND THE CITY

ness to know the great composers q
every land and age. My brain thrills
to the splendid intricacies Of each
and my fingers itch for perfection. but.
in defense of our friend here. there 10
touch my heart like an old song my
mother used to sing and, by George,
sir. the first thing we knew he was
leading the forty Of US in Long, Long
AEo'-best music ever heard"
of indivldualities Of temperament and
envif fonnIent human nature. after Al,
Is al hns as paper Of pins!
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'DEAR AROUND THE CITY: EVERY
- one respects scientific gentle.
man." and I wish I could oblige him
with the words Of the famous oA
song. but the appeal of the poor Of
phan boy from Bavaria, Sr maybe he
vas from the Austrian Tyrol. is ~
mysterious and difficult to get at -
Mr.. Einstein's relatively. But cheer
up. have gentleman from POLAND
and a lady from Munich who are dig
ging into their recollections. and we
may yet sing the original lyric.
self. I know the schune" which has
been set to both ballads and games.
The Flowers Of the Forest" how
ever, are not so elusive, and here
they are, with my compliments to the
Reader from Baltimore"
CONSTANT READER.
The flowers that saw in the wildwood
Have since dropped their beautiful leaveA.
And the many dear friends Of my childhood
But the bloom OF the lowers remember.
Though their smiles shall never more see.
For the cold: chilly winds Of December
Stole my flowers. my companions, from me.
rOseS m hloonn the ruurrpw
And many dear friends have 1 won.
But my heart cannot throb but with sorrow.
When think Of the ones that are gone;
'Tis no wonder that /. broken-hearted
And stricken with sorrow should be. :.
For Nv We've s1s met We have Loved we we have paste
Oh. how dark looks the world and how drearD
When we part from the friends that We Iosey
But there's rest for the faint and the weary
And friends meet with lost ones above.
In heaven can hut remember.
When from earth my proud soul shall be free.
No cold chilly winds Of December
Can steal my companions from me.
Two verses were also kindly sent in
by Frances A. Taylor.
+ + +
KERsHAw FIELD writes
~'A from Waterford, Va, that her
! mother learned from her mother .
song that began:
Say. Missis, will you buy a broom.
| will you buy a broom" etc. but
| that she has a song (melody copied
| and senD:
From Deutschland I come, with my
/ light wares all laden.
To dear, happy England, in sum-
/ mer's gay bloom.
| Then listen. fair lady and young
pretty maiden.
Come buy of the wand'ring Bava-
rian a broom:
| A large one fo rthe lady, small one
for the baby.
Come, buy ye. pretty lady, come buy
ye broom"
Col Jim B. writes that the broom"
is Tyrolean folk song and that q
yodle goes with it. A verse was
| also kindly forwarded by Eleanor 9.
! Morrison.
"Nannie Lancaster. may I play in
| your yard? You let that other one
| come in because she had a memory
button string. and mine was three
yards long. I had a green glass
! button that belonged to Maggie
| and dark red lava one that came from
off Mrs. Jefferson Davis morning
gown. and a gold-plated bullet-shaped
one that my father picked up when
it fell from the riding habit Of Prin-
| cess Salm -Salm. when she was trot-
! ting by on "hlte hotse wiz,
| escort of cavalry officers way back
| in civil war times. There was a
story for every button. Can belong!
! ELIZA NJ. b.
| Dear Around City: Please rum
mage in your memory bank and see
| il you have on deposit a dear o!d
/ thing / used to know-seventy-odd
years ago. remember this much:
| Soldier. soldier. will you marry me
| now. to follow the fife and drum?
F; "Oh, how can I marry such pretty
little girl. when I've got no coat
to pat on?"
| So down to the tailor's she did go.
as fast as she could run. and
| there she bought a
AUNT PRISCILLA"
| Concert is over. i
| MAMIE LANCASTER