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1925
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ment, has been in the line for a quarter of a
century. I was really surprised to hear that,
for he looks like a young fellow just out of his
'teens. Being a blonde and having a smile
that won't rub off, his age is deceiving. He told
me Mr. Schmitt was getting along fine and that,
after a short absence from the business, he
would no doubt get on his feet in good shape.
Let's hope Mr. Schmitt will soon be feeling fit.
One of the boys who spends a lot of money
for this house is Howard Miller. His official
title is "buyer" and "charge of stock." Our
friend Howard must be quite trustworthy.
When a fellow can spend the other fellow's
money and still hold his job it is usually a
pretty good sign. I am told that Howard Miller
is quite an authority on France. He knows a
good deal about the country and if he has been
to Paris maybe he knows other things. Quite
likely he learned all about it when he was with
the boys "Over There."
Jazz Band to Cheer Work of Fire-eaters
One of the local musicians told me the latest
news about a jazz band that has been discov-
ered in a small town in Minnesota. The local
band has voted to become the official fire de-
partment's permanent organization. It will
attend all fires in full uniform to cheer the
smoke-eaters on in their work. The band is
rehearsing appropriate numbers to play there,
including "Hail to the Chief," "Let It Rain,
Let It Pour," "Midnight Fire Alarm," "Burning
of Rome," etc.
Cornflake Annie
Since Vincent D. Walsh, who conducts the
sheet music section of The Music Trade Re-
view, is so exacting, I speed up with my articles
each week and get them to him by airplane
mail and I am obliged to look to public stenog-
raphers to get the work out snappy. One eve-
ning while engaged doing one of these weekly
travelogues with one of the type manipulators,
she spoke of her own personal business between
breaths. She was rather good looking and it
was evident that many of the boys were anxious
to date her up. She said the other day a snappy
salesman in a black and white checkered suit
kept sending notes to her to meet him for
dinner. "What did you do?" I asked her. "Did
you meet him?" She said: "No. I told him
to accompany himself on a hike. I like to meet
people, but that chap was an old flirt. He had
;ibout as much chance with me as you have of
meeting the Queen of Clubs at a church social."
Later on, one of the boys in the lobby told me
she was "Cornflake Annie from Battle Creek."
He said: "She's an excellent stenographer and
so busy she gives short answers." The other
day he asked her if she was married and she
said: "That's my business." "So," he said:
"How's business?"
Irving Berlin, Inc.
This world-famous popular music publishing
house of New York has an office at 622 Nicollet
avenue managed by Louis A. A. Emmel. Being
a heavyweight he can't help being good na-
tured. He is the kind of a fellow who if he was
ever held up would join the highwayman and
give him a lift. Emmel is not only a salesman
for the house, but a great booster, singer and
does almost everything under the sun to put
the Berlin catalog across. He tells me that
conditions with the Berlin publications in this
section are immense. They are making history
in the Northwest as well as everywhere. The
only tough part about the music business up
here, Emmel claims, is the radio and so many
"fluke" songs that are put across. It is really
a disgrace to the music business. The amateur
songs you hear on the radio nowadays touch
on almost every subject from hay fever to
asthma. Here are some of the titles the dealers
were asking me if I knew the publishers of:
"When the Wind Comes Up in Kansas, I'll
Come Blowing Home to You"; and here's an-
other peach of a title "Beneath the Trees, in
the Breeze, I Heard Her Sneeze." The four
sterling gems and headliners in the Berlin cat-
alog here, said Emmel, are "Yes, Sir, That's
My Baby," "My Sweetie Turned Me Down,"
"Remember" and "Alone at Last." This week
Henry Santrey, playing at the Orpheum The-
atre, stopped the show with "Oh, How I Miss
You To-night."
Blakkstead Music Co.
Although I didn't visit the Blakkstead Music
Co., at 710 Market avenue, personally this time,
I know it to be an active house in this field,
dealing principally in band and orchestra mate-
rial and catering to the professional musician.
The reputation of this house is known by the
good-sized orders it sends in to the publishers.
From all evidence it is consuming a great deal
of merchandise in its various lines. I am going
to promise myself that the next time I come
to the Twin Cities I am going to spend a little
time with this live music house.
S. S. Kresge Co.
The Kresge counter in this town has been
alive for many years. It carries mostly the pop-
ular hits of the day which are demonstrated
continually by a very good pianist. It takes
two girls all day long to hand out the hits to
the Kresge clientele.
J. H. Remick & Co.
J. H. Remick & Co. are at 215 Pantages
Theatre Building. The office of the Remick
Music Service here is managed by Fred R.
Strubel. It operates three music departments
in the Twin Cities, the Golden Rule at St. Paul,
the Dayton Dry Goods Co. at Minneapolis, and
the Glass Block Store at Minneapolis (this
latter is known as Donaldson's). Having called
at each of these departments personally, I can
readily say they are high class music sections
in department stores, well conducted and well
managed, under Fred Strubel's personal super-
vision. Fred's day is hardly long enough. He
starts early and finishes late. Trying to put
songs over locally, catering to the vaudeville
actor, singer-dance orchestras, radio and every
other possible angle to put the Remick catalog
across, together with managing the three stores
as well as the Glass Block Store of Duluth.
Minn., keep chubby little Fred pretty busy, day
and night. Strubel is a man of ideas, full
of pep and fire, every minute a live wire. He
is a great believer in advertising and takes a
liberal amount of space in the daily papers. He
always manages to dig up good headlines to
catch the eye and is always looking for new
angles to promote increased sales. I've beer,
told that Fred Strubel is a good fisherman and
likes to roam in the country. When does he
get the time.
The Mississippi divides the Twin Cities and
I'll say this: I've had many rides in blue buses
and gray buses and green ones, but the line
that speeds between Minneapolis and St. Paul
is the nicest equipped, easiest riding one I have
ever been in. Bright and early in the morning,
after toast and coffee, I took a rear seat and,
with a mild stogie in my mouth, passed fifty
pleasant minutes from the Hotel Radisson,
Minneapolis, to the Hotel St. Paul, St. Paul,
Minn.
Opens Music Section
HUDSON, N. V., November 9.—A first-class music
department has been opened in Jaquin's Store,
604 Warren street, this city. The department
will be owned, operated and supervised by
Stephen E. Boisclair, Albany, who operates
similar departments in Amsterdam and Troy,
N. Y. It will carry a full line of sheet music,
both high-class and popular, and a varied assort-
ment of musical instruments.
Jack Mills, Inc., 148 West Forty-sixth street,
has purchased two songs written by Fred Fisch-
er. They are 'Rebo" (She's Sweeter'n Sheba),
a clever novelty number, and "No Man," a com-
edy song. The Mills house is also exploiting a
new number called "Moonlight in Mandalay,"
a melody fox-trot of much promise.