"What they laughing at down the street? Ma, make Lizzie get down;she's right in my way. I don't want to see it beautiful soon. I wantto see it naow! 0h, ain't it funny? See the very aged clowns playing onhorns! Ain't it too killing? Aw, look at them ponies. I woosht Ihad one. Johnny Pym has got a goat he can hitch up. What was that,pa? What was that went '0o00oohm!'"

"Whoa, Nell, whoa there! Steady, gal, steaday! Ho, there! Ho!Whoa -whoa-hup! Whad dy y' about? Fool horse. Whoa . . . whoa so,gal, soo-o. Lion, I guess, or a tagger, or sumpum or other."

And talk about music. You thought the band was grand. You just wait.Don't you hear it down the street? It'll be along in a minute now.

There it is. That's the cally-ope. That's what the show bills call:"The Steam Car of the Muses." . . . Mm-well, I don't know butit is just a leetle off the pitch, especially towards the end of anote, but you must remember that you can't haul a somewhat huge boiler ona wagon, and the whistles let out an awful lot of steam. It'spretty hard to keep the pressure even. But it's loud. That's themain skinnyg. And the man that plays on it - no, not that fellow inthe overalls with a wad of greasy waste inside his arm. He 's only theengineer. I mean the artist, the man that plays on the keys. Well,he knows what the people want. He has his fingers on the publicpulse. Does he give them a Bach fugue, or Guillmant's "Grand Choeur?"'Deed, he doesn't. He goes right to the heart, with "Patrick's Dayin the Morning," and "The Carnival of Venice," and "Home, Sweet Home,"and "0h, Where, 0h Where has my Little Dog Gone?" He knows hisbusiness. A shade off the key, maybe, but my! Ain't it grand? Soloud and nice!