Show A Short Cut C t t to Fame By W F Kirk F f I IF B Copyright t 1900 1806 bj by American HP HE other night Might when I dropped in for or a I 1 CUB C found him in a 1 thoughtful thought mood Now what I 1 ventured mechanically reaching tor tun the tb bottle of Scotch and its understudy the tb siphon 1 I have run out out of Ideas for fresh melodies said the Song Writer Its Hi too bad you arent up on composing The Song Writer was always reminding me ma of my mys shortcomings s and his allusion to my lack of composing skill did not come as a surprise Years ago 1 spent six months In the composing room of the Chippewa Falls Palls Herald and at one time In my youth when I was waa Vat Vatin In practice I could play plat Life Ute Is la Like a Mountain Rail Kail Railroad Railroad road on the piano with wilh one ono finger Further than that my ray musical education did not reach Of course continued the Song Writer If lit you could fake take up UJ a few nice melodies for tor some of my latest lyrics Id declare you In on the profits Think how pleasant It would be for tor you If It you could leave your Harlem hall ball room and dwell In Just such luxury as now surrounds you I have here three complete sets seta of words and simply cannot scare up a single note to toSo togo togo go So with them This one When Fathers ather Flush lush Was Waa Beaten by a Full Is 16 a sure hit once It Is set to the right melody He H gave Dave a shuddering sigh tigh a tear tell canto came to his hi eye eve 1 never shall forget his white old face fac Poor mother nother had the blues and the Lofty baby pot got no shots shoes hot When IThen fathers father flush was beaten by bV an ac Dont those words get to you ou good and hard he asked me meIn meIn Ulna In a way I 1 agreed agre d But how can an ace beat a flush How can an ace beat any old poker hand Poetic license said the Song Writer I mean an anace anRce anace ace full ull Even so 80 I 1 persisted Why an ace full tulle when a deuce full tun or a tray full tull would do lo 0 just as well 1 You do not understand You cannot understand was his pitying answer Dropping the th poker song for forthe forthe forthe the time being I have here two others Theres a Cock Cockroach Cockroach Cockroach roach In Your Tresses Mamie Dear and Lorenzo Leave Lea Ve That Potted Ham Alone Atone How do they strike V VI you I like the last one I told him Maybe I could fake up some Borne kind of a tune for tor It The Song Writer was delighted Now youre i ill 7 c AiE THIS ONE WHEN FATHERS FLUSH WAS BEATEN BY A FULL FULLIS IS r SURE HIT ONCE IT IS SET ET TO THE RIGHT MELODY i shouting he ho chuckled There there thereas as I began n Jf humming dont be In a hurry Take Take It home and give giva pl plenty of time to o the oe stunt s Remember that oa true ru great gra greatness greatness ness ness can come co a to no po mortal without a long patient struggle I worked four weeks on the line of my first real song hit It Was in a Laundry That I Seen Her First t Take your our time take your time And nd now goodnight Dismissed with a graceful wave of his hand I found myself on the tho street and riding home hom on the Subway that evening I looked over the SongWriters Song Writers lyric This Is it itIn L 1 l In q far off distant city in i a country oer the sea Bea co coA I IThe A 1 loving l pair was ices sitting down dOlon to have hava thor family toe tea The man was tall and handsome and ho wore a 8 vest The lady y ti was tva redheaded but tut magnificently dressed The loving husband hr n I gently said laid Im hungry so 30 lam I am arn amAnd And nd balanced on his h knife blade half an al ounce of potted p ham harn The TIle missus with the tho luriS lurid lOok just lust gave gape a frightened maan v vAnd And d then she sue gasped Lorenzo Loreno leave that potted ham alone alonet In the Jungle Jungla it was waif canned In a great and glorious land Where Photo tho Trusts rusts t watte neither either Bather R hide nor Mr b bone n r m 1 Where some som Lithuanian guy OilY Added scrapings on the sly ly Lorenzo leave that potted ham hant Ita alone al II 11 The husband shrugged his ib shoulders and he lie took a healthy bito rind And 4 nd finished un that potted ham upon that flat flatIn t fateful night entreated him to eat tome some currant his hiR In Tn vain After each earh of the dope tope he ho murmured What W Wt hat t till off city dt there lies tics a ade grave prave New Noto in that far l tried to tn she sho he the man 0 Oer which on a n weeping woman mourns mourn J save saveA 1 of ofer sunrise are streamed with tott lines c red Her A er locks a as gray she 1111 1 did d say fay fun words anon anCl Ilk she end And of now d ole etc canned Chorus In the Jungle it WS cann |