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Show So old Dave Brahani is dead. Rest In peace, old chap, for your life was an active and useful one. He was a composer of over 200 songs, some of which we all liked. Who cannot remember humming: "There's a charming little wlddy; An' she kapes a candy store Where tho little chlldor buys their chewing gum; She sells taffy for a pinny, An' her name is on tli' dure; Oh there's music In th' v'ice nv Wlddy Dunn." Who anions us has forgotten: "Sure it glistened like silver so sparkling spark-ling and bright; I'm fond av th' trillo that hold his woo blto; In summer or winter, through rain, snow or hall I carried that trifle, my dad's dinner pail." Who cannot recall the stirring air of tho "Mulligan Guards" where "Wo shouldered guns and marched, we marched away, From Baxter street clear clown to Avenue A; The drums and fifes did sweetly, sweetly play As wo marched, we marched, we marched with the Mulligan Guards." All of us wore familiar with "Maggie "Mag-gie Murphy's Home," "Paddy Duffy's Cart" and "Mickey Uranigan's Pup." There was sentiment In some, humor In others; tho last mentioned especially. es-pecially. Think of: "Ho ate tho sato of Donahue's pants; Tore th' bustlo off Mary Ann Flynn; I jo ran bechuno old Ulddy Mulligan's legs. Och, wasn't that thruly a sin. How-wow, what a pup to he sure; At lighting he'd nlver give up; Thero nlver was known such a wonderful won-derful dog As ould Mickey Hranigan's pup." And now Hrnham is gone from us, but the memory of his songs and the cntchy airs will linger with us. While ho is out among the stnrs singing tho now song of an infinite peaco and undying un-dying 'ovo, we hero will wait witli re grot that tho meeting will not bo sooner. Because the passing or one who did so much to Inruse spice Into (he tasteless mess or existence Is nn event calculated to cause regret. |