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The Chamber Music Society of Lower
Dwire Street held its regular bi-weekly
clambake at the palatial residence of
Monsieur R. C. Murray, world reknown-
ed music critic and CAA Representative.
This remarkable organization, whose en
tire repertoire consists of a spirited(l)
rendition of "Yankee Doodle", are pic
tured above. From left to right are Messrs
Thomas "Skins" Autry, Reid "pluckem"
Cook, Baxter "Lips" Slaughter, Roy
“Satchmo" Malott, and William "Fingers'^
Hobart. The group is in dire need of a
clarinetist and a bass man whose skill is
exceeded only by their zest for Dixieland.
As soon as the vigilante committee allows
Mr. Murray back in the neighborhood, and
as soon as the players return to Earth again
the Chamber Music Society will meet. All
musicians are cordially Invited to partici
pate, and are sincerely requested to con -
tact any of the members for time and place
of the meeting. You ain't never heard
nothin' 'til you hear the Muskrat Ramble
as rendered (look up Webster's definition)
by this outfit. Oh, yes, we need a trom-'
bone player too.
Another session will have came and went,
music lovers, by the time you read this.
Joining the aggregation for this conclave
will be Murray Whatley, the banjo picker
from Wilmington, Paul Scott, an old dog
house man from the Raleigh Tower, and
Little Boy; Mom, are people made of
dust?
Mother: That's what the Bible says, son.
Little Boy: When I die, will I be dust
again?
Mother: That's what the Bible says, son.
Little Boy: Well, you better look under
the bed, there's somebody either comin'
or goin' under there!
Jeweler: "Good Heavens! The rros>
valuable clock in the house has been
stolen. How did it happen?"
New Night Watchman: "1 dunno, sir.
I got fired off'n the last job fer watchir,
one of them there clocks."
Photo by Murray
John Spink of the Winston-Salem Journal
Sentinel, clarinetist. Apparently Mr,
Murray's neighbors have relented because
this meeting will be held at the Dwire
Street annex to Carnegie Hall. Y'all Come.
SCHOOLBOY
LIKES PIEDMONT
Charlotte sends us an interesting letter
from a young man from Stanley, N. C.,
which we felt was so interesting we are
reprinting it. It begins; "Dear Gentle
men, My schoolroom and I would like to
know if you could send a picture of one
of your airline airplanes. I am the air
plane boy in my room at school and when
some one sees a plane they ask me what
kind it is. . My fifth grade and I would
like to know if you have any constellations
airplanes. The DC-3 is my favorite air
plane and your airline is my favorite, too.
I know a lot about airplanes but I have
never been up in one. I keep time on
your airplanes, one flies over about 5
after 6, and one comes over about 5 till
8. Signed Glenn Rhyne, Box 77, Stanley,
N, C.
Glenn is quite correct on the arrival and
departure times of flights 5 and 6. We
appreciate his interest, and it may be that
Piedmont will be able someday to introduce
him to flying.
A BUCK WELL SPENT
The two gentlemen shown collided in
mortal combat near Uwharre, N- C.,
with the contestant hanging by his heels
coming out a very poor second. The buck
with the hot on is Winston-Salem's pride,
Capt, Forrest "Speedy" Shelton. There
is no truth to the rumor that Forrest, hav
ing a head somewhat harder than his ad
versary, butted his opponent to death.
Actually, he simply out-ran B'rer Deer,
causing him to die of shqme. At last re
port, venison soaked for 24 hours in wine
was proving to be a very tasty dish.