| Show A TYPEWRITER TALE 5 Everything Went fiaioothly Till Ho Struck the Upper Case r I am not much of a virtuoso on ilio typewriter Those who have made the typewriter a study and have appeared before all the crowned heads of Europe and given public performances in all the great cities of this country and New York state criticise mo rather sharply I and say my technique is bad and that I my fingering is not all that could bo desired de-sired However in justice to myself I will state that the instrument was out of tune when they listened to my performance per-formance Sometimes when in melancholy mood I seat me at the typewriter allow my long delicately tapered fingers to wander wan-der oer the keys touching now and then a rich minor chord or ever and anon breaking ontinto a tender little rhapsody that wafts one away to the realms of harmony makes them dream of faraway way isles of the sea where wanton breezes woo the rich exotic flower of the tropics or fan the heated brow of the aromatic negro engaged in resting beneath be-neath the nodding palms Then a wild longing and a greatyearn lag fills the heart the cold hard realities of life fade away and the soul wanders at wveot will in those realms where want and pain and trouble and duns are unknown Anon I toss my head back thts ravishing strains of music scorning as if they would crush the body and berate the soul but just as I get to feeling pretty good I cant find a certain letter and then the melody is jerked up onto its haunches almost and the effect is all lost Once not very long ago I was practic ng on one of Ella Wheeler Wilcoxs sweet compositions I was running through it in a careless manner and this was the theme Dear lore if you and I could sail away With snowy pennons to the world unfurled Across the water to some unknown bay And find some blond far from all the world If we could dwell there evenuoro alone While unrecorded years slipped by apace I had gotten thus far when I suddenly discovered that there was no upper care F in the instrument I was using I searched for it but in vain Groping wildly over the keys I hunted here and there and everywhere but it was not to be found I thought of reporting it at the central police station and of organizing organiz-ing a relief expedition when suddenly I wandered off into a little extemporaneous extemporane-ous composition of my own and added this to ito it-o you think that they would miss us when wed gone And by the way what would TTO eat in such a place Of course this had the effect marring to a certain extent the beauty and finesse of the recital but when the typewriter proved so faithless and BO traitorous as to allow me to get half way through the election before I discovered that the maker had left out several letters of the alphabet I had to finish the solo in someway some-way Toledo Blade |
