The Tremulo StopWith 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. |
Jayhawker Juleps
J. M. Cavaness
(Chanute: Tribune Pub. Co. 1913)
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