“How many mountain resorts does our present Zeus keep up?” asked she of the Captain, a jolly sailor.
“Oh, wherever you see storm clouds around the highlands, there’s some fun going on.”
“Any court festivities, any Apollo bands or musical sands to entertain Court circles?”
“Apollo is not popular at this season—since rag-time came in, the lyrique and doggerel have gone out—the old accompaniment was too sleepy.”
“But I must hear Orpheus on a lute, or Pan give a toot.”
“Orpheus played last at a ball game,” said the Captain.
“Too dulcet?”
“Not enough wood wind and brassy; the boys said too lugubrious. They came to play ball, not to shed tears.”
“And poor Orpheus?”
“Went off with an organ grinder; now his name only appears on Club letter paper and headings for concert programmes. He manages to get into print, but he never plays.”