Customer—“I want to look at some tunics.”
Irish Floorwalker—“We don’t carry musical instruments.”
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]That Tennessee congressman who was arrested charged with operating an automobile while pifflicated, would reply that when he voted for prohibition he was representing his constituents, not his private thirst. Have we not, many times, in the good old days in Vermont, seen representatives rise with difficulty from their seats to cast their vote for prohibition? One can be pretty drunk and still be able to articulate “Ay.”
A new drug, Dihydroxyphenylethylmethylamine, sounds as if all it needed was a raisin.
The Gluck aria, which Mme. Homer has made famous, was effectively cited by the critic Hanslick to show that in vocal music the subject is determined only by the words. He wrote:
“At a time when thousands (among whom there were men like Jean Jacques Rousseau) were moved to tears by the air from ‘Orpheus’—
‘J’ai perdu mon Eurydice,
Rien n’égale mon malheur,’
Boyé, a contemporary of Gluck, observed that precisely the same melody would accord equally well, if not better, with words conveying exactly the reverse, thus—
‘J’ai trouvé mon Eurydice,