PART III
MUSICAL
After recess the musical began
Of music, readings, dialogs and songs,
Making a long diversified program.
Miss Kister read each number for the throng’s
Delight, who harked attentive, laughed and cheered,
So they ofttimes with progress interfered.
A dozen tiny tots their “pieces” spoke;
Five dialogs were played with rafts of fun;
Two damsels readings gave that nearly broke
The backs of all, the laughter spared no one.
Deer Creek and Pleasant Ridge schools blithely sang
Four songs; they were cheered back till building rang.
An overgrown lad, quite a bit dismayed,
“Sockery and the Speckled Hen” declaimed.
They encored him so loud he waxed afraid,
And ran away as if he were ashamed.
Altho to him such repertoire was new,
But few adults as well as he could do.
A blue eyed lass from Prairie Gem—she played
On the spinnet and sang a pretty song;
While on a banjo a Blue Valley maid
Wrought music sweet to guide her lay along.
Two blackened Deer Creek swains, for old and young,
“Oh Don’t You Hear Dem Bells” like minstrels sung.
Two violinists played selections fleet—
Sweet hornpipes, Money Musk and Devil’s Dream.
This music went alike to souls and feet
Of all, until a frontier frolic did seem
To be in progress on a puncheon floor.
They lavished them with a double encore.
There were two singers more on hand that night
Who won the hearts and the esteem of all;
And this tale would not be complete nor right
If names and parts we did not here recall.
’Tho cruel time for many years has shed
The snows of age upon each noble head.
One Charley Bartlow was then young and gay,
Kind hearted, cheerful, nice to old and young;
His voice and heart were tuned up night and day;
And to this crowd most willingly was sung.
Many the quaint and jolly songs he knew;
He loved to sing; folks loved to hear him too.
“Susanna” first he sang for them that night;
The way they listened told that it was sweet;
He sang with all his soul and all his might,
And they rewarded him for his rare treat;
They cheered him back; and he responded then
With one, his favorite lay—this old time gem:—
“WHEN I WAS SINGLE”
I.
When a young chap I was jolly and gay;
Not a lark was as merry as I;
I whistled and sang both night and day;
And the hours in pleasure swung by.
No parties or dances for miles around
But what I attended with glee;
And wherever I frolicked the girls me found
And chatted and flirted with me.
Chorus.
But I was still single then!
O that I were single again!
For when I was single
With the world I could mingle:
O that I were single again!
II.
Of no cares I knew and the days passed fair,
And the nights like a laugh and a song;
Toil left me no pain and cash scarce, ne’er.
As I moved in the young gay throng.
I never had trouble to find a miss
To accompany me to the ball;
My greatest concern always lay in this;
That I could not wait on them all.
Chorus: But I was, etc.
III.
But one time a lass at a ball I met
Who gave me an ache in my heart.
I took her to church and made her my pet,
And out on life’s journey did start.
We have been married now for years one score;
I must work from morning till night;
Six babes come to meet me at our door,
And our living puts me to fright.
Chorus.
O that I were single again!
O how I should whistle then!
For when I was single
The money did gingle.
O that I were single again!
IV.
But now my pockets are empty and bare;
And the girls never smile at me;
My poor heart is overburdened with care;
And the world yields a pitiless fee.
So boys meditate on my sad plight;
Don’t tie up your gay hearts too soon,
Do treat the girls with respect and delight;
But just let them giggle and spoon.
Chorus: O that I were, etc.
This sure delighted them. How they did cheer!
The sentiment was light; the tune was gay.
Such airy ditties people like to hear,
And with such happy veins are borne away.
’Twas ever so; the human heart, ’tho staid,
Bends willingly to levity thus made.
The other singer was James Carbott, who
A way had all his own; and when he sang,
His hearers to him like a magnet drew;
Their fancy tickled and their laughter rang,
Until they were enraptured thru and thru;
The more he sang the more this feeling grew.
He was the opera star in this young crowd,
Well seasoned as a wielder of the birch;
By neither class nor audience was cowed:
He had the gift of song a hundred worth.
He sentimental songs could ably sing;
But at comics was an operatic king.
That night his old time energy was there;
He threw his heart and soul into the song.
When e’er his name was mentioned anywhere,
A gust of high hopes overtook the throng,
Because he had been heard ofttimes before,
And he had always pleased them—even more.
His hearers always reaped a fond delight;
Such thrills as e’er a noble singer brings;
He had the power to set their souls aright;
And on the heights of ecstacy take wings—
Those gifts of voice and heart that others beam
With floods of mirth while yet itself serene.
The program of the evening neared its close,
When some admirer called out Carbott’s name;
A dozen called it then. He slowly rose
And said, “The hour’s late; time we’re going home,”
But leave, they’d not, without from him a song;
They called and cheered; and cheered and called along.
“Just one,” he said, and took his chair ahead.
He hummed awhile as if him to imbue
Upon the melody; then out he led
To carol, “In the Valley of the Blue.”
He sang as sings a sorrow sweetened heart,
Which made from some eyes silent tear drops start:—
“IN THE VALLEY OF THE BLUE.”
I.
In the bonnie Big Blue valley
Where earliest flowers blow,
There I settled with sweet Hallie
In the springtime long ago.
And the bright sun in its journey
Around the globe never shone
On a happier wedded couple
Than dwelt in this new home.
Chorus.
She was happy as the blue birds
And as playful as the rills;
And as pretty as the blue bells
That swayed upon the hills—
When we settled in the prairie
In the valley of the Blue,—
I and my darling Hallie
In the spring of ’Sixty-two.
II.
There we sang and toiled together
From rosy morn till night,
In the clear and cloudy weather
With a rapturous delight.
And altho our hut was humble
Our hearts were glad and warm,
And the promise of a fortune
Lay in sight in our farm.
Chorus: She was happy, etc.
III.
The good oxen broke the prairie,
In the sod we hoed the corn;
Sunny summer waved its streamers,
Golden autumn filled its horn.
And with this crop so plenty
And the help of silvery wheat,
We contrived to pay the mortgage,
And the other wants defeat.
Chorus: She was happy, etc.
IV.
But one August came the fever,
And it scourged the Valley’s length;
All of us did ache and shiver,
While it sapped our joy and strength.
And before the autumn leaves fell
With their russet, red and gold,
Those verdant sods of Deer Creek
My dear Hallie’s form did hold.
Chorus: She was happy, etc.
V.
In this land still rise my labors,
And I’m sure its hard to beat;
Just as brothers are my neighbors,
Big-hearted, kind and sweet;
But ne’er can I cease weeping,
Thinking of glad young days;
And the heart that long is sleeping
Where the Deer Creek grasses wave.
Chorus: She was happy, etc.
When he had finished, they cheered him and cheered;
He shook his head to this immense encore;
They would not stop; they simply whooped and cheered:
They loved his sentimental songs, but wore
A longing to laugh thru a jolly lay;
And must hear one before they’d go away.
So he arose and forward went again;
He mused awhile; he knew not what to sing.
Then lo! His face lit with a mental flame;
He found one that to them much joy would bring;
Then with a jolly mien and mirth for all
He sang that rollicking lay, “Lanigan’s Ball.”
This had the psychological effect:
The whole house went roaring rollicking glad.
It was a fitting state of mind for that
August assembly, strained, tired, and sad.
The happy hearts turned to their homeward way,
To long remember this eventful day.
The moon still shone far over hills and plains;
You still could hear the fainter jingling bells
Of the glad sleighs, and snow songs of the wains;
And chatter of the squads in tell-tale dells.
And from the north, sung by James Gallaher’s band,
The old school song waked all the snowy land.
With “Then ring, then ring, ye light fairy bells;
Let sweet happy voices chime with the dances,
When the midnight army advances”
As this one did, “forth from the shady dells.”
And when those sounds died on the night air cool,
Just past was that last Old Time Spelling School.
Some of those people are now ag’d and gray;
Their scions’ children have in schools their place.
Some of those folks have long since moved away;
And people have forgotten their kind face.
But more of them now sleep beneath the flowers,
In that sweet bed that will in time be ours.
Some heard the angel’s call ’mid youth and hope;
While others traveled half way up life’s way.
Some, while descending on the farther slope;
Others met life’s fate when their locks were gray.
But such is life—a glint of sunshine made;
A moment’s smile amid an endless shade.
And now the thread is run; this rhyme must end;
The curtain raised we must again let fall,
’Tho sad regret this close to hearts may send.
Such is the fate of man’s tasks, each and all.
But hoping that this tale delighted you,
I bid you, patient friends, a kind adieu.
TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES:
Obvious typographical errors have been corrected.
Inconsistencies in hyphenation have been retained from the original.
Alternate or archaic spelling has been retained from the original.