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lected the Oriental records that contained selec-
tions from a performance in a Chinese theatre.
"Faith, Oi'm glad yez came," said O'Toole, "for
Tunes from the Talking Machine Aroused
Oi
don't want me parlor to be a chop suey joint
O'Toole to Threats of Action.
whin Maggie has her birthday parthy and comin'
out reception."
Having finished his day's work in the quarry,
And soon the strains of "Killarney" told that
Mr. O'Toole was sitting on the front steps of his the machine was doing justice to the occasion.
little home enjoying the cool breezes from the
river. Up the street came a young man carrying
TALKING MACHINE A CML1ZER.
a black box and a big brass horn.
"Good evening, sir," he greeted, stopping be-
fore the O'Toole home. "I am introducing the C. P. Sterns Tells of T r i p Through the Philip-
pine Islands in W h i c h a Talking Machine
most wonderful talking machine of the age. If
Played a Star Part.
you purchase one you get a dozen records free.
Just let me play you a selection."
(Special to The Review.)
Before O'Toole could get in a word the young
St. Louis, Mo., Sept. 10, 1905.
man had the machine sitting on the step and was
C. P. Sterns, a former St. Louis newspaper
winding it up. O'Toole did not want a talking
machine, but when it started playing "The Wear- man, has arrived in this city from the Philip-
ing of the Green" he became interested in spite pines. He accompanied Dr. T. K. Hunt, manager
of himself. When it started on "Why Did They of the Igorrote village at the Philippine exposi-
tion, returning his charges, the Bontoc and Suyoc
Sell Killarney?" he grew enthusiastic.
"Shure, thot is foine!" he exclaimed, patting Igorrotes, and a small contingent of Tinguanes,
to their homes in the mountains of northern
time with his foot.
"I knew you would enjoy it," replied the young Luzon. Mr. Sterns speaks with enthusiasm of
man suavely, "and just think of the pleasure you his trip to the Orient. From Manila he visited
could have with one of these machines in your all the principal towns in the western provinces,
and has many interesting stories to tell of his
parlor. Let me put your order down for one?"
O'Toole thought for a moment and then agreed trip. For instance, he adds:
"On my return to Manila we again started for
to take a talking machine. "But see thot yez sind
me twilve ricords wid Oirish tunes," he said, as the northern provinces, the doctor and I, and
from Candon we walked the five-day journey to
he made the first payment.
"I'll select them for you myself, sir. These Bontoc, over three ranges of mountains, carrying
records are a little worn, so I will send up new a talking machine and full camping outfit, the for-
mer being useful to interest the natives, astonish
ones to-morrow."
He left the machine with O'Toole and them and get them near enough to study them at
departed. The next day was a busy day in the close range.
O'Toole household. Maggie O'Toole was just six-
"Some of our experiences with the talking ma-
teen, and the family planned to give a big birth- chine were amusing. At Angaqui, just over the
day party.
first range of mountains from the coast, I got
"Oi just got th' machine in toime," remarked out the machine and set it going on a grassy spot
Mr. O'Toole, as he decorated the parlor with flow- in front of the town council hall, while the doc-
ers. "Shure, an' thor will be a foine toime to- tor sat on a camp chair, in his pajamas, reading
an American magazine.
night when thim old Oirish tunes sthart up."
The door bell rang, and it proved to be the boy
"I had not noticed that the council was in ses-
with the records. O'Toole placed the package on sion, but the doctor knew it, and chuckled to
top of the old parlor organ and continued deco- himself as the first strains of 'The Laughing
rating. That evening the whole neighborhood Song' brought two or three of the naked old
turned out to Maggie O'Toole's birthday party. councilmen to the door, later coming outside and
There were the Finns, the Murphys, the Rileys, squatting on the grass near the machine. Then
the Mulligans, and all the other Hibernians that others followed, until the entire body, including
lived within four blocks. The little parlor was the president himself, the latter striving by words
crowded when Mr. O'Toole, in freshly laundered and gestures to induce his fellows to return and
shirt and Piccadilly collar, attached the big horn take up the consideration of some most impor-
to the talking machine and started it working.
tant matters.
"Oi will now give yez Chauncey Olcott's latest
" 'You are going to be arrested for breaking
song av th' ould country," he announced, placing up the meeting,' chuckled the doctor, and for a
on the record. There was a preliminary clicking few minutes it did look as if something like that
and then there was a mysterious tinkle of bells. might happen. But finally the president became
Then there came from the horn a series of bar- interested, and getting down on his knees he
baric shouts.
slowly approached the machine, forgetting the
"What th' divil!" ejaculated O'Toole in aston- meeting.
ishment. "Why, Chauncey Olcott niver made iny
"At every town en route similar scenes were
sich outlandish noise as thot."
repeated. At one place we were invited by the
The mysterious clanging of bells and wild young Filipino teacher of a mixed school to ren-
shouts continued to emanate from the horn until der selections for the benefit of his pupils."
O'Toole jerked away the record.
"Somethin's wrong wid thot," he remarked with
TALKING MACHINES IN WAR.
a frown. "Shure, Oi'll try another wan."
But the other one was even more of a mystery.
Not long ago Mr. Yano, of the Columbia Phono-
Along with the ringing of bells there came a graph Co., San Francisco, distributed fifty rec-
rumble of drums. Then a mixed medley of voices ords, sending one each to fifty generals in the
that sounded something like this:
Japanese army. Among the acknowledgments
"Yong-hing! Ho-hi! Wong-wing-woe! Wang, received by him, Mr. Yano has a letter from
wang, wang!"
Marquis Oyama, dated on the battlefield, Man-
Mr. O'Toole nearly upset the machine in his churia, expressing his thanks for a record en-
astonishment.
titled "Capture of Port Arthur," and telling how
"Bedad," he shouted, "thot's a lot iv haythin much he appreciated the excellent reproduction
Chinase jabbering together."
of such a great musical composition. The bril-
"Throw th' ricords out iv th' window." advised liant Japanese commander sent the record to the
the company. "We don't want iny Chinase music Red Cross Society with his thanks.
at an Oirish birthday parthy."
But before any action was taken the door bell
A new modifier has just been invented by
rang and a very excited young man appeared at A. H. Ryder, of Brooklyn, which he expects to
the door.
place on the market this week. I t is made of
"You have the wrong records," he announced, metal (oxidized and polished). It is strictly a
breathlessly. "Here are the ones you ordered. By modifier, doing away absolutely with all the
mistake they sent up records intended for a Chi- grating, rasping sounds common to many ma-
nese restaurant down in Chinatown."
chines, and can be regulated to suit the taste of
And, handing over the Hibernian tunes, he col- the player.
37
CHINESE INSTEAD OF IRISH
Do You Sell
Talking
Machines
Do you wish to know
how to sell them?
All information of a news and tech-
nical nature will be found in The Talk-
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tion of its kind in America. Here's
an opinion from a practical talking
machine man. It is only a fair sample
of the hundreds which we are re-
ceiving.
II. II. N K W M A N .
A. C. M K S T H A U D .
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OKHilNATOKS OF T1IK
EDISON GOLD MOULDED RECORD EXCHANGE
145 East 23d Street
NEW
YORK, Aug. 22, 1905.
EDWARD LYMAN BILL, ESQ.,
Editor Talking Machine World:
New York City.
Dear Sir:—Sample copy of The
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to cover, it is crowded with invaluable
information impossible to obtain else-
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phonograph dealer, but to the entire
phonograph public.
Assuring you of my most sincere
wishes for its inevitable success,.
I remain very truly yours,
HENRY NEWMAN & Co.
The World contains 28 pages, IT x
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trifle—fifty cents, stamps or cash. No
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vear.
Edward Lyman Bill
Editor and Proprietor
Offices: 1 Madison Ave.
New York