PART IIIMUSICAL

After recess the musical beganOf music, readings, dialogs and songs,Making a long diversified program.Miss Kister read each number for the throng’sDelight, who harked attentive, laughed and cheered,So they ofttimes with progress interfered.A dozen tiny tots their “pieces” spoke;Five dialogs were played with rafts of fun;Two damsels readings gave that nearly brokeThe backs of all, the laughter spared no one.Deer Creek and Pleasant Ridge schools blithely sangFour songs; they were cheered back till building rang.An overgrown lad, quite a bit dismayed,“Sockery and the Speckled Hen” declaimed.They encored him so loud he waxed afraid,And ran away as if he were ashamed.Altho to him such repertoire was new,But few adults as well as he could do.A blue eyed lass from Prairie Gem—she playedOn the spinnet and sang a pretty song;While on a banjo a Blue Valley maidWrought music sweet to guide her lay along.Two blackened Deer Creek swains, for old and young,“Oh Don’t You Hear Dem Bells” like minstrels sung.Two violinists played selections fleet—Sweet hornpipes, Money Musk and Devil’s Dream.This music went alike to souls and feetOf all, until a frontier frolic did seemTo be in progress on a puncheon floor.They lavished them with a double encore.There were two singers more on hand that nightWho won the hearts and the esteem of all;And this tale would not be complete nor rightIf names and parts we did not here recall.’Tho cruel time for many years has shedThe snows of age upon each noble head.One Charley Bartlow was then young and gay,Kind hearted, cheerful, nice to old and young;His voice and heart were tuned up night and day;And to this crowd most willingly was sung.Many the quaint and jolly songs he knew;He loved to sing; folks loved to hear him too.“Susanna” first he sang for them that night;The way they listened told that it was sweet;He sang with all his soul and all his might,And they rewarded him for his rare treat;They cheered him back; and he responded thenWith one, his favorite lay—this old time gem:—

After recess the musical began

Of music, readings, dialogs and songs,

Making a long diversified program.

Miss Kister read each number for the throng’s

Delight, who harked attentive, laughed and cheered,

So they ofttimes with progress interfered.

A dozen tiny tots their “pieces” spoke;Five dialogs were played with rafts of fun;Two damsels readings gave that nearly brokeThe backs of all, the laughter spared no one.Deer Creek and Pleasant Ridge schools blithely sangFour songs; they were cheered back till building rang.

A dozen tiny tots their “pieces” spoke;

Five dialogs were played with rafts of fun;

Two damsels readings gave that nearly broke

The backs of all, the laughter spared no one.

Deer Creek and Pleasant Ridge schools blithely sang

Four songs; they were cheered back till building rang.

An overgrown lad, quite a bit dismayed,“Sockery and the Speckled Hen” declaimed.They encored him so loud he waxed afraid,And ran away as if he were ashamed.Altho to him such repertoire was new,But few adults as well as he could do.

An overgrown lad, quite a bit dismayed,

“Sockery and the Speckled Hen” declaimed.

They encored him so loud he waxed afraid,

And ran away as if he were ashamed.

Altho to him such repertoire was new,

But few adults as well as he could do.

A blue eyed lass from Prairie Gem—she playedOn the spinnet and sang a pretty song;While on a banjo a Blue Valley maidWrought music sweet to guide her lay along.Two blackened Deer Creek swains, for old and young,“Oh Don’t You Hear Dem Bells” like minstrels sung.

A blue eyed lass from Prairie Gem—she played

On the spinnet and sang a pretty song;

While on a banjo a Blue Valley maid

Wrought music sweet to guide her lay along.

Two blackened Deer Creek swains, for old and young,

“Oh Don’t You Hear Dem Bells” like minstrels sung.

Two violinists played selections fleet—Sweet hornpipes, Money Musk and Devil’s Dream.This music went alike to souls and feetOf all, until a frontier frolic did seemTo be in progress on a puncheon floor.They lavished them with a double encore.

Two violinists played selections fleet—

Sweet hornpipes, Money Musk and Devil’s Dream.

This music went alike to souls and feet

Of all, until a frontier frolic did seem

To be in progress on a puncheon floor.

They lavished them with a double encore.

There were two singers more on hand that nightWho won the hearts and the esteem of all;And this tale would not be complete nor rightIf names and parts we did not here recall.’Tho cruel time for many years has shedThe snows of age upon each noble head.

There were two singers more on hand that night

Who won the hearts and the esteem of all;

And this tale would not be complete nor right

If names and parts we did not here recall.

’Tho cruel time for many years has shed

The snows of age upon each noble head.

One Charley Bartlow was then young and gay,Kind hearted, cheerful, nice to old and young;His voice and heart were tuned up night and day;And to this crowd most willingly was sung.Many the quaint and jolly songs he knew;He loved to sing; folks loved to hear him too.

One Charley Bartlow was then young and gay,

Kind hearted, cheerful, nice to old and young;

His voice and heart were tuned up night and day;

And to this crowd most willingly was sung.

Many the quaint and jolly songs he knew;

He loved to sing; folks loved to hear him too.

“Susanna” first he sang for them that night;The way they listened told that it was sweet;He sang with all his soul and all his might,And they rewarded him for his rare treat;They cheered him back; and he responded thenWith one, his favorite lay—this old time gem:—

“Susanna” first he sang for them that night;

The way they listened told that it was sweet;

He sang with all his soul and all his might,

And they rewarded him for his rare treat;

They cheered him back; and he responded then

With one, his favorite lay—this old time gem:—

I.When a young chap I was jolly and gay;Not a lark was as merry as I;I whistled and sang both night and day;And the hours in pleasure swung by.No parties or dances for miles aroundBut what I attended with glee;And wherever I frolicked the girls me foundAnd chatted and flirted with me.Chorus.But I was still single then!O that I were single again!For when I was singleWith the world I could mingle:O that I were single again!II.Of no cares I knew and the days passed fair,And the nights like a laugh and a song;Toil left me no pain and cash scarce, ne’er.As I moved in the young gay throng.I never had trouble to find a missTo accompany me to the ball;My greatest concern always lay in this;That I could not wait on them all.Chorus: But I was, etc.III.But one time a lass at a ball I metWho gave me an ache in my heart.I took her to church and made her my pet,And out on life’s journey did start.We have been married now for years one score;I must work from morning till night;Six babes come to meet me at our door,And our living puts me to fright.Chorus.O that I were single again!O how I should whistle then!For when I was singleThe money did gingle.O that I were single again!IV.But now my pockets are empty and bare;And the girls never smile at me;My poor heart is overburdened with care;And the world yields a pitiless fee.So boys meditate on my sad plight;Don’t tie up your gay hearts too soon,Do treat the girls with respect and delight;But just let them giggle and spoon.Chorus: O that I were, etc.

When a young chap I was jolly and gay;Not a lark was as merry as I;I whistled and sang both night and day;And the hours in pleasure swung by.No parties or dances for miles aroundBut what I attended with glee;And wherever I frolicked the girls me foundAnd chatted and flirted with me.

When a young chap I was jolly and gay;

Not a lark was as merry as I;

I whistled and sang both night and day;

And the hours in pleasure swung by.

No parties or dances for miles around

But what I attended with glee;

And wherever I frolicked the girls me found

And chatted and flirted with me.

Chorus.

But I was still single then!O that I were single again!For when I was singleWith the world I could mingle:O that I were single again!

But I was still single then!

O that I were single again!

For when I was single

With the world I could mingle:

O that I were single again!

II.

Of no cares I knew and the days passed fair,And the nights like a laugh and a song;Toil left me no pain and cash scarce, ne’er.As I moved in the young gay throng.I never had trouble to find a missTo accompany me to the ball;My greatest concern always lay in this;That I could not wait on them all.

Of no cares I knew and the days passed fair,

And the nights like a laugh and a song;

Toil left me no pain and cash scarce, ne’er.

As I moved in the young gay throng.

I never had trouble to find a miss

To accompany me to the ball;

My greatest concern always lay in this;

That I could not wait on them all.

Chorus: But I was, etc.

III.

But one time a lass at a ball I metWho gave me an ache in my heart.I took her to church and made her my pet,And out on life’s journey did start.We have been married now for years one score;I must work from morning till night;Six babes come to meet me at our door,And our living puts me to fright.

But one time a lass at a ball I met

Who gave me an ache in my heart.

I took her to church and made her my pet,

And out on life’s journey did start.

We have been married now for years one score;

I must work from morning till night;

Six babes come to meet me at our door,

And our living puts me to fright.

Chorus.

O that I were single again!O how I should whistle then!For when I was singleThe money did gingle.O that I were single again!

O that I were single again!

O how I should whistle then!

For when I was single

The money did gingle.

O that I were single again!

IV.

But now my pockets are empty and bare;And the girls never smile at me;My poor heart is overburdened with care;And the world yields a pitiless fee.So boys meditate on my sad plight;Don’t tie up your gay hearts too soon,Do treat the girls with respect and delight;But just let them giggle and spoon.

But now my pockets are empty and bare;

And the girls never smile at me;

My poor heart is overburdened with care;

And the world yields a pitiless fee.

So boys meditate on my sad plight;

Don’t tie up your gay hearts too soon,

Do treat the girls with respect and delight;

But just let them giggle and spoon.

Chorus: O that I were, etc.

This sure delighted them. How they did cheer!The sentiment was light; the tune was gay.Such airy ditties people like to hear,And with such happy veins are borne away.’Twas ever so; the human heart, ’tho staid,Bends willingly to levity thus made.The other singer was James Carbott, whoA way had all his own; and when he sang,His hearers to him like a magnet drew;Their fancy tickled and their laughter rang,Until they were enraptured thru and thru;The more he sang the more this feeling grew.He was the opera star in this young crowd,Well seasoned as a wielder of the birch;By neither class nor audience was cowed:He had the gift of song a hundred worth.He sentimental songs could ably sing;But at comics was an operatic king.That night his old time energy was there;He threw his heart and soul into the song.When e’er his name was mentioned anywhere,A gust of high hopes overtook the throng,Because he had been heard ofttimes before,And he had always pleased them—even more.His hearers always reaped a fond delight;Such thrills as e’er a noble singer brings;He had the power to set their souls aright;And on the heights of ecstacy take wings—Those gifts of voice and heart that others beamWith floods of mirth while yet itself serene.The program of the evening neared its close,When some admirer called out Carbott’s name;A dozen called it then. He slowly roseAnd said, “The hour’s late; time we’re going home,”But leave, they’d not, without from him a song;They called and cheered; and cheered and called along.“Just one,” he said, and took his chair ahead.He hummed awhile as if him to imbueUpon the melody; then out he ledTo carol, “In the Valley of the Blue.”He sang as sings a sorrow sweetened heart,Which made from some eyes silent tear drops start:—

This sure delighted them. How they did cheer!

The sentiment was light; the tune was gay.

Such airy ditties people like to hear,

And with such happy veins are borne away.

’Twas ever so; the human heart, ’tho staid,

Bends willingly to levity thus made.

The other singer was James Carbott, whoA way had all his own; and when he sang,His hearers to him like a magnet drew;Their fancy tickled and their laughter rang,Until they were enraptured thru and thru;The more he sang the more this feeling grew.

The other singer was James Carbott, who

A way had all his own; and when he sang,

His hearers to him like a magnet drew;

Their fancy tickled and their laughter rang,

Until they were enraptured thru and thru;

The more he sang the more this feeling grew.

He was the opera star in this young crowd,Well seasoned as a wielder of the birch;By neither class nor audience was cowed:He had the gift of song a hundred worth.He sentimental songs could ably sing;But at comics was an operatic king.

He was the opera star in this young crowd,

Well seasoned as a wielder of the birch;

By neither class nor audience was cowed:

He had the gift of song a hundred worth.

He sentimental songs could ably sing;

But at comics was an operatic king.

That night his old time energy was there;He threw his heart and soul into the song.When e’er his name was mentioned anywhere,A gust of high hopes overtook the throng,Because he had been heard ofttimes before,And he had always pleased them—even more.

That night his old time energy was there;

He threw his heart and soul into the song.

When e’er his name was mentioned anywhere,

A gust of high hopes overtook the throng,

Because he had been heard ofttimes before,

And he had always pleased them—even more.

His hearers always reaped a fond delight;Such thrills as e’er a noble singer brings;He had the power to set their souls aright;And on the heights of ecstacy take wings—Those gifts of voice and heart that others beamWith floods of mirth while yet itself serene.

His hearers always reaped a fond delight;

Such thrills as e’er a noble singer brings;

He had the power to set their souls aright;

And on the heights of ecstacy take wings—

Those gifts of voice and heart that others beam

With floods of mirth while yet itself serene.

The program of the evening neared its close,When some admirer called out Carbott’s name;A dozen called it then. He slowly roseAnd said, “The hour’s late; time we’re going home,”But leave, they’d not, without from him a song;They called and cheered; and cheered and called along.

The program of the evening neared its close,

When some admirer called out Carbott’s name;

A dozen called it then. He slowly rose

And said, “The hour’s late; time we’re going home,”

But leave, they’d not, without from him a song;

They called and cheered; and cheered and called along.

“Just one,” he said, and took his chair ahead.He hummed awhile as if him to imbueUpon the melody; then out he ledTo carol, “In the Valley of the Blue.”He sang as sings a sorrow sweetened heart,Which made from some eyes silent tear drops start:—

“Just one,” he said, and took his chair ahead.

He hummed awhile as if him to imbue

Upon the melody; then out he led

To carol, “In the Valley of the Blue.”

He sang as sings a sorrow sweetened heart,

Which made from some eyes silent tear drops start:—

I.In the bonnie Big Blue valleyWhere earliest flowers blow,There I settled with sweet HallieIn the springtime long ago.And the bright sun in its journeyAround the globe never shoneOn a happier wedded coupleThan dwelt in this new home.Chorus.She was happy as the blue birdsAnd as playful as the rills;And as pretty as the blue bellsThat swayed upon the hills—When we settled in the prairieIn the valley of the Blue,—I and my darling HallieIn the spring of ’Sixty-two.II.There we sang and toiled togetherFrom rosy morn till night,In the clear and cloudy weatherWith a rapturous delight.And altho our hut was humbleOur hearts were glad and warm,And the promise of a fortuneLay in sight in our farm.Chorus: She was happy, etc.III.The good oxen broke the prairie,In the sod we hoed the corn;Sunny summer waved its streamers,Golden autumn filled its horn.And with this crop so plentyAnd the help of silvery wheat,We contrived to pay the mortgage,And the other wants defeat.Chorus: She was happy, etc.IV.But one August came the fever,And it scourged the Valley’s length;All of us did ache and shiver,While it sapped our joy and strength.And before the autumn leaves fellWith their russet, red and gold,Those verdant sods of Deer CreekMy dear Hallie’s form did hold.Chorus: She was happy, etc.V.In this land still rise my labors,And I’m sure its hard to beat;Just as brothers are my neighbors,Big-hearted, kind and sweet;But ne’er can I cease weeping,Thinking of glad young days;And the heart that long is sleepingWhere the Deer Creek grasses wave.Chorus: She was happy, etc.

In the bonnie Big Blue valleyWhere earliest flowers blow,There I settled with sweet HallieIn the springtime long ago.And the bright sun in its journeyAround the globe never shoneOn a happier wedded coupleThan dwelt in this new home.

In the bonnie Big Blue valley

Where earliest flowers blow,

There I settled with sweet Hallie

In the springtime long ago.

And the bright sun in its journey

Around the globe never shone

On a happier wedded couple

Than dwelt in this new home.

Chorus.

She was happy as the blue birdsAnd as playful as the rills;And as pretty as the blue bellsThat swayed upon the hills—When we settled in the prairieIn the valley of the Blue,—I and my darling HallieIn the spring of ’Sixty-two.

She was happy as the blue birds

And as playful as the rills;

And as pretty as the blue bells

That swayed upon the hills—

When we settled in the prairie

In the valley of the Blue,—

I and my darling Hallie

In the spring of ’Sixty-two.

II.

There we sang and toiled togetherFrom rosy morn till night,In the clear and cloudy weatherWith a rapturous delight.And altho our hut was humbleOur hearts were glad and warm,And the promise of a fortuneLay in sight in our farm.

There we sang and toiled together

From rosy morn till night,

In the clear and cloudy weather

With a rapturous delight.

And altho our hut was humble

Our hearts were glad and warm,

And the promise of a fortune

Lay in sight in our farm.

Chorus: She was happy, etc.

III.

The good oxen broke the prairie,In the sod we hoed the corn;Sunny summer waved its streamers,Golden autumn filled its horn.And with this crop so plentyAnd the help of silvery wheat,We contrived to pay the mortgage,And the other wants defeat.

The good oxen broke the prairie,

In the sod we hoed the corn;

Sunny summer waved its streamers,

Golden autumn filled its horn.

And with this crop so plenty

And the help of silvery wheat,

We contrived to pay the mortgage,

And the other wants defeat.

Chorus: She was happy, etc.

IV.

But one August came the fever,And it scourged the Valley’s length;All of us did ache and shiver,While it sapped our joy and strength.And before the autumn leaves fellWith their russet, red and gold,Those verdant sods of Deer CreekMy dear Hallie’s form did hold.

But one August came the fever,

And it scourged the Valley’s length;

All of us did ache and shiver,

While it sapped our joy and strength.

And before the autumn leaves fell

With their russet, red and gold,

Those verdant sods of Deer Creek

My dear Hallie’s form did hold.

Chorus: She was happy, etc.

In this land still rise my labors,And I’m sure its hard to beat;Just as brothers are my neighbors,Big-hearted, kind and sweet;But ne’er can I cease weeping,Thinking of glad young days;And the heart that long is sleepingWhere the Deer Creek grasses wave.

In this land still rise my labors,

And I’m sure its hard to beat;

Just as brothers are my neighbors,

Big-hearted, kind and sweet;

But ne’er can I cease weeping,

Thinking of glad young days;

And the heart that long is sleeping

Where the Deer Creek grasses wave.

Chorus: She was happy, etc.

When he had finished, they cheered him and cheered;He shook his head to this immense encore;They would not stop; they simply whooped and cheered:They loved his sentimental songs, but woreA longing to laugh thru a jolly lay;And must hear one before they’d go away.So he arose and forward went again;He mused awhile; he knew not what to sing.Then lo! His face lit with a mental flame;He found one that to them much joy would bring;Then with a jolly mien and mirth for allHe sang that rollicking lay, “Lanigan’s Ball.”This had the psychological effect:The whole house went roaring rollicking glad.It was a fitting state of mind for thatAugust assembly, strained, tired, and sad.The happy hearts turned to their homeward way,To long remember this eventful day.The moon still shone far over hills and plains;You still could hear the fainter jingling bellsOf the glad sleighs, and snow songs of the wains;And chatter of the squads in tell-tale dells.And from the north, sung by James Gallaher’s band,The old school song waked all the snowy land.With “Then ring, then ring, ye light fairy bells;Let sweet happy voices chime with the dances,When the midnight army advances”As this one did, “forth from the shady dells.”And when those sounds died on the night air cool,Just past was that last Old Time Spelling School.Some of those people are now ag’d and gray;Their scions’ children have in schools their place.Some of those folks have long since moved away;And people have forgotten their kind face.But more of them now sleep beneath the flowers,In that sweet bed that will in time be ours.Some heard the angel’s call ’mid youth and hope;While others traveled half way up life’s way.Some, while descending on the farther slope;Others met life’s fate when their locks were gray.But such is life—a glint of sunshine made;A moment’s smile amid an endless shade.And now the thread is run; this rhyme must end;The curtain raised we must again let fall,’Tho sad regret this close to hearts may send.Such is the fate of man’s tasks, each and all.But hoping that this tale delighted you,I bid you, patient friends, a kind adieu.

When he had finished, they cheered him and cheered;

He shook his head to this immense encore;

They would not stop; they simply whooped and cheered:

They loved his sentimental songs, but wore

A longing to laugh thru a jolly lay;

And must hear one before they’d go away.

So he arose and forward went again;He mused awhile; he knew not what to sing.Then lo! His face lit with a mental flame;He found one that to them much joy would bring;Then with a jolly mien and mirth for allHe sang that rollicking lay, “Lanigan’s Ball.”

So he arose and forward went again;

He mused awhile; he knew not what to sing.

Then lo! His face lit with a mental flame;

He found one that to them much joy would bring;

Then with a jolly mien and mirth for all

He sang that rollicking lay, “Lanigan’s Ball.”

This had the psychological effect:The whole house went roaring rollicking glad.It was a fitting state of mind for thatAugust assembly, strained, tired, and sad.The happy hearts turned to their homeward way,To long remember this eventful day.

This had the psychological effect:

The whole house went roaring rollicking glad.

It was a fitting state of mind for that

August assembly, strained, tired, and sad.

The happy hearts turned to their homeward way,

To long remember this eventful day.

The moon still shone far over hills and plains;You still could hear the fainter jingling bellsOf the glad sleighs, and snow songs of the wains;And chatter of the squads in tell-tale dells.And from the north, sung by James Gallaher’s band,The old school song waked all the snowy land.

The moon still shone far over hills and plains;

You still could hear the fainter jingling bells

Of the glad sleighs, and snow songs of the wains;

And chatter of the squads in tell-tale dells.

And from the north, sung by James Gallaher’s band,

The old school song waked all the snowy land.

With “Then ring, then ring, ye light fairy bells;Let sweet happy voices chime with the dances,When the midnight army advances”As this one did, “forth from the shady dells.”And when those sounds died on the night air cool,Just past was that last Old Time Spelling School.

With “Then ring, then ring, ye light fairy bells;

Let sweet happy voices chime with the dances,

When the midnight army advances”

As this one did, “forth from the shady dells.”

And when those sounds died on the night air cool,

Just past was that last Old Time Spelling School.

Some of those people are now ag’d and gray;Their scions’ children have in schools their place.Some of those folks have long since moved away;And people have forgotten their kind face.But more of them now sleep beneath the flowers,In that sweet bed that will in time be ours.

Some of those people are now ag’d and gray;

Their scions’ children have in schools their place.

Some of those folks have long since moved away;

And people have forgotten their kind face.

But more of them now sleep beneath the flowers,

In that sweet bed that will in time be ours.

Some heard the angel’s call ’mid youth and hope;While others traveled half way up life’s way.Some, while descending on the farther slope;Others met life’s fate when their locks were gray.But such is life—a glint of sunshine made;A moment’s smile amid an endless shade.

Some heard the angel’s call ’mid youth and hope;

While others traveled half way up life’s way.

Some, while descending on the farther slope;

Others met life’s fate when their locks were gray.

But such is life—a glint of sunshine made;

A moment’s smile amid an endless shade.

And now the thread is run; this rhyme must end;The curtain raised we must again let fall,’Tho sad regret this close to hearts may send.Such is the fate of man’s tasks, each and all.But hoping that this tale delighted you,I bid you, patient friends, a kind adieu.

And now the thread is run; this rhyme must end;

The curtain raised we must again let fall,

’Tho sad regret this close to hearts may send.

Such is the fate of man’s tasks, each and all.

But hoping that this tale delighted you,

I bid you, patient friends, a kind adieu.

TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES:Obvious typographical errors have been corrected.Inconsistencies in hyphenation have been retained from the original.Alternate or archaic spelling has been retained from the original.

TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES:

Obvious typographical errors have been corrected.

Inconsistencies in hyphenation have been retained from the original.

Alternate or archaic spelling has been retained from the original.

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