Press Cuttings
“As for Millie Chrissy, the two-headed girl, she is a perfect little gem or gems, or a gem and a half, we don’t know which. She sings with one or two voices very sweetly, and in dancing we never saw any one more graceful. We expected to see a monstrosity, but were agreeably disappointed; on the contrary, we found her pleasing in appearance, agreeable in her manners, and endowed with good conversational powers. Great care and attention must have been bestowed upon her education.”—New York Times.
“Take the children and go to Odd Fellow’s Hall, and see the wonderful two-headed girl combination while you have an opportunity, and you will thank us for the advice.”—Washington Republican.
WHIP-POOR-WILL’S SONG.
A Ballad.
Composed by H. Millard.
Oh, meet me when daylight is fading,
And is darkening into the night,
When song-birds are singing their vespers,
And the day has far vanished from sight;
And then I will tell you, darling,
All the love I have cherished so long,
If you will but meet me at evening,
When you hear the first whip-poor-will’s song.
Chorus.
Oh meet me, oh meet me,
When you hear the first whip-poor-will’s song.
’Tis said that, whatever sweet feelings
May be throbbing within a fond heart,
When listening to whip-poor-will’s singing,
For a twelvemonth will never depart;
So then we will meet in the woodland,
Far away from the hurrying throng,
And whisper our love to each other,
When we hear the first whip-poor-will’s song.
Whip-poor-will, &c.
And in the long years of the future,
Though our duties may part us awhile,
And on the return of this evening,
We be severed by many a mile;
Yet deep in our bosoms we’ll cherish
The affection, so fervent and strong,
We pledged to each other this evening,
When we heard the first whip-poor-will’s song.
Whip-poor-will, &c.