Doth it not every other excel—
The ineffable one,
Of gossamer spun,
The ultimate spirituelle.
[p 166]
]A candid butcher in Battle Creek advertises “Terrible cuts.”
Another candid merchant in Ottumwa, Ia., advises: “Buy to-day and think to-morrow.”
MUSIC HINT.
Sir: P. A. Scholes, in his “Listener’s Guide to Music,” revives two good laughs—thus: “A fugue is a piece in which the voices one by one come in and the people one by one go out.” Also he quotes from Sam’l Butler’s Note Books: “I pleased Jones by saying that the hautbois was a clarinet with a cold in its head, and the bassoon the same with a cold in its chest.” The cor anglais suffers slightly from both symptoms. Some ambitious composer, by judicious use of the more diseased instruments, could achieve the most rheumy musical effects, particularly if, à la Scriabin, he should have the atmosphere of the concert hall heavily charged with eucalyptus. E. Pontifex.
“I will now sing for you,” announced a contralto to a woman’s club meeting in the Copley-Plaza, “a composition by one of Boston’s noted composers, Mr. Chadwick. ‘He loves me.’” And of course everybody thought George wrote it for her.
[p 167]
]“Grand opera is, above all others, the high-brow form of entertainment.”—Chicago Journal.