Whip-poor-will, &c.
Press Cuttings
“There are a lot of people in England, as elsewhere, always ready to strain at the smallest gnat and swallow the biggest camel, who will doubtless put this young lady down as outside the pale of ordinary humanity; if this prejudice should carry any so far as to lead them to avoid her, they alone will be the losers.”—Liverpool Leader.
“This wonderful exhibition is of the most chaste character, and we can safely recommend it to fathers, mothers, sons and daughters.”—Boston Transcript.
PUT ME IN MY LITTLE BED.
Words by Dexter Smith. Music by C. A. White.
Oh, birdie, I am tired now;
I do not care to hear you sing;
You’ve sung your happy songs all day,
Now put your head beneath your wing.