Judge — November 23, 1912 — page 18: what you’re looking at

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The Songs His Mother Sang. “J WISH to goodness a fellow could hear some of the good and simp), old songs one used to hear at concerts,’’ said Swansy to Some friends who were spending the evening with him. ‘‘I suppose that these classical airs are all right, but sometimes, when I go to a conten and don’t understand a blessed word from start to finish, I'm blame if I don’t get fairly hungry for some of the old-time songs I used ty hear my mother sing. I'd just like to hear Tetrazzini sing ‘Sweet Afton,’ with its beautiful air of— ‘Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes; Flow gently, I'll tum dum dumdi day.’ Can't just remember the words, my memory is such a sieve; but that is the air. Then there was that pretty old song— ‘Down in the valley where I dearly love to wander, In the hi di di, hi dee do di dum.’ I tell you I'd like to hear one of the Metropolitan Opera House singer sing that. Then I'd give a good deal to hear Riccardo Martin or Canp get away from their hifalutin’ airs long enough to sing— ‘A life on the ocean wave, a home on the rolling deep, Where timmy timmy tum tum, tummy tim tum.’ Been so long since I heard some of the good old songs, I can't get th words just right or the airs either, but I guess I get the idea of wha I mean all right. The very next concert I go to, I mean to sendint special written request to some of the singers to give us that crack. jack of an air when it comes to beauty and simplicity— ‘Mid pleasures and palaces wherever we roam, Tra la lala lala la, tol dol dol de day.’ Don’t that carry you back to the songs your mother sung? I tell ya, those are the kind of songs that tug at one’s heartstrings. I'll neve be satisfied until I have heard some of these great singers sing— ‘Weep no more, my lady, weep no more for me, For I'll sing one song for—tra la la la long.’ That's what I call music with some heart in it. Carries one rigit back to home and mother.’’ ILE A Question of Viewpoint. During the boyhood days of a well-known Irish comedian, the pa ish priest asked the comedian’s father to let ‘‘Johnny’’ take part ine entertainment to raise a little money for the parochial school. Of course such a request was immediately granted, and the usual “Go bless you!"’ from the clergyman followed. As the youngster was known throughout the length and breadthd the city—one of ten thousand inhabitants—the school hall was jamme with his admirers of different religious beliefs, and consequently t clergyman was jubilant. This was not the case, however, with te young actor’s father, who, absurdly enough, felt ‘‘disgraced’’ from the antics of his talented son. “How did you like the show last night, father?’’ cried out t young fellow at breakfast the next morning. “I didn’t like it a’ tall!’’ snapped his parent; and then he wet on, ‘‘you disgraced all that iver cum before ye at home or abrost There wasn't a man, woman nor child in the hall that wasn’t laugh’ at yure blackguardin’; even Father O'Brien an’ the two curates alma killed thimselves laughin’. Now, listen to me: The next time you® Hardware the like o’ that agin, you—you dang little brat!—I'll kick you ost? the house!’’ Richard J. Webb James Montgomery Flagg’s latest drawing for Judge. Artist's color proof, beautifully colored, mounted, ready for framing, will be sent while the supply lasts to any one sending 25c. Just Natural. “I think Jupce’s printer made an error in the caption, ‘The Lid National Bank,’ picturing the pretty girl either depositing or drawing JUDGE, 225 Fifth Avenue, New York money from her shapely stocking.” “Why?” “Well, it should have been ‘The First Natural Bank.’ "’ In answering advertisements please mention JUDGE. It will be a»preciated. comicbooks.com