The Tremulo Stop
With rosy cheek and resplendent eye,
And raised her voice in exultant song,
That stirred emotions of ecstasy ;
But as she worked the chromatic scale,
With a sort of running jump, skip and hop
The melody died with a dismal wail,
As the singer yanked out the Tremulo Stop.
Her voice went soaring, and reached "high C",
Like a mounting eagle in joyous flight,
But took a sudden slide down to Z,
Clear out of hearing, almost out of sight
I could have endured the slur and trill,
As my beaded brow I began to mop,
But down my vertebra went a chill,
As a cold wave blew from the Tremulo Stop.
I heard it thru with an inward moan,
But wished I was seated upon a cloud,
As it floated out to a distant zone '
Away from the church and away from the crowd
Where I could hear the bewitching tones
Of the old tom-tom at the Navajo hop,
Devoid of all the artistic groans,
The caterwauls of the Tremulo Stop.
__J. M. Cavaness.
J. M. Cavaness
(Chanute: Tribune Pub. Co. 1913)