Music Trade Review
Issue: 1889 Vol. 12 N. 20 - Page 1
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Music Trade Review.
The Only Music Trade Paper in America, and the Organ of the Music Trade of this Country.
Fo-anded
VOL. XII. No. 20.
C
T
1879.
to any living soul one single ray of hope or thought of
contentment.
" But even as I gazed around, thinking how little the
outside world knew of the actual wretchedness that
hedged about these patient toilers, the sound of a cor-
net broke upon my ear. Clear and plaintively sweet
its notes swelled out upon the air. They issued from
one of the most dilapidated of the dwellings; ©ne that
stood on the very edge of one of the threatening seams
that marked the course of the dismantled mine root
And what was the air, think you, that floated up from
the unkown musician's instrument amid these dismal
surroundings?
"It was 'Home, Sweet Home,' God help him! Of
all things in the world. ' Home, Sweet Home!' Never
was pathos so personified. Tears welled to my eyes,
and I was proud of them. I emptied all the coin I had
into the hand of a pale, gaunt little boy, who had been
eyeing me curiously as I stood on the hill, and bade
him carry them to the house and give them to whoever
might live there. The lad's thin hand closed con-
vulsively on the money, and, with a frightened look,
he ran away towards the house.
" I did not stay to learn more of the inmates of that
hut. That they could have heart to dwell there and
think of it as home, sweet home, was enough for me.
I hastened from the desolate spot to the rich and happy
city just beyond, in the shadow of whose heaven-point-
ing spires a sermon had been preached to me such as
none of their well-paid pastors, with all their eloquence
could have preached."—N. Y. Mail and Express.
PUBLISHED + TWICE * EACH * MONTH.
J E F F . DAVIS BILL.
EDWARD LYMAN BILL.
BILL & BIL
EDITOBS AND PBOPBIETOES.
All Checks, Drafts, Money Orders, Postal
Notes and Mall matter should be
made to
BILL & BILL,
EDITOBB k PBOPBIETOBS.
3 EAST 11th STREET, NEW YORE.
SUBSCBIFTION (Including postage) United States and Canada,
(3.00 per year, in advance; Foreign Countries. $4.00
ADTEUTIBESCBNTS, $2.00 per inch, single column, per insertion;
unless inserted upon rates made by special contract.
Entered at the Neva York Post Office at Second Clots Matter.
ONLY A MINER'S CORNET.
HOW ITS NOTES PREACHED A SERMON AMID A DISMAL
SCENE OF COLLIERY WRETCHEDNESS.
A'
$3.00 PER YEAR.
SINGLE COPIES, 15 CENT8.
NEW YORK, MAY 20 TO JUNE 5, 1889.
N incident that touched me deeper than any-
thing ever did before or since occurred on a
visit I paid to the coal regions some years
ago," said a gentleman of this city. " There had been
a serious cave-in at the Bellevue mine,along the Lacka-
wanna River, on the outskirts of Scranton. I went to
the spot a A»y or so after the cave had occurred. It
was a dreary day, late in November—a dark, rainy,
dismal day. The great coal breaker at the mine was in
operation, as work had not been entirely suspended.
The rattle and crash and whirr of the ponderous ma-
chinery was deafening. From windows and doors, and
every crack and cranny, black clouds of coal dust poured
out into the open air, and were beaten by the rain into
inky ooze that fell in besmirching drops on everything
about and below. A narrow road, cut into gullies by
the rain, and lying ankle deep in the sooty mud, led
past the breaker, and from it up a sleep hill to the clus-
ters of dilapidated huts where the miners and their
families lived, called by courtesy 'the village.'
" Through the village, without any apparent reason
for their being, unless it might be that they were pa-
rade grounds for the many geese and goats that dis-
puted the way with me, ran narrow streets, with kere
and there great seams and crevices crossing or running
parallel to them, results of the sinking of the mine roofs
beneath.' Here and there a hut also had sunk half way
to its roof into the unstable earth.
"On the summit of the hill, which overlooked miles
of dreary, desolate landscape, stood a little church,
which had itself settled a foot or more with the sudden
caving. The scores of simple gravestones in the church-
yard, standing askew, some of them protruding out a
few inches above the surface, told their sad tale of mine
fatality. The bottoms of many of the graves had fallen
in with the tumbling mine roof, and the crumbling re-
mains the graves contained had dropped into the depths
—the remains, perhaps, of miners who had previously
been carried dead or mangled beyond recovery from
the very mine to which their bones had been so ruth-
lessly returned.
" Looking down from the summit of the hill upon
that struggling collection of most wretched habitations;
upon the groaning breaker, with the inky drainage
dripping from its inky caves; the swollen, yellow river,
beneath the very bed of which many of the occupants
of the miserable hovels were even then delving for sub-
sistence, down deep in the mines, it seemed to me that
nowhere on God's footstool could there be a scene
more desolate, more utterly bereft of all that could give
Y0SE & SONS' VICTORY.
THEIR DISCONTENTED EMPLOYEES CAME OFF
SECOND BEST.
TRIKERS and their sympathizers have received
another wholesome lesson—this time from the
Vose & Sons' Piano Co., of Boston, Mass.
A member of the firm, who had been appointed to
superintend the factory, had drawn up a set of rules
with the view of increasing the efficiency of the w«rking
force, and discontent appears to have arisen in the var-
nishing, polishing, rubbing, and cleansing departments,
some of the employees in which were not doing an
amount of work consistent with the wages they were
receiving.
It was explained to the malcontents that if the new
rules were unnecessarily strict they should be modified;
also that no man who was up to the standard as a
workman, or who had been watchful of the firm's inter-
ests should be removed. Notwithstanding these assur-
ances, a body of men walked out, thongk warned that
by doing so they would irretrievably lose their posi-
tions. Threats of a boycott fell on stony ground. Two
hundred and fifty men have applied for employment
since the strike, the firm have all the men they ne«d,
and none of those who went out will ever again be em-
ployed by Vose & Sons. Overtures made by the serf-
expelled employees after going out were ignored.
It would be better for workingmen if they would pay
more attention to the simple old adage, " Think twice
before you speak once."
S
MR. RUFUS W. BLAKE, manager of the Sterling Com-
pany, Derby, Conr., will shortly have ready a new scale
Sterling grand piano to which he has for some time
devoted much thought and attention. Several leading
agents of the house have taken time by the forelock by
sending in orders for the new instrument. The organ
trade of the Sterling house, like the piano^branch, im-
proves week by week.
Music Trade Review.
The Only Music Trade Paper in America, and the Organ of the Music Trade of this Country.
Fo-anded
VOL. XII. No. 20.
C
T
1879.
to any living soul one single ray of hope or thought of
contentment.
" But even as I gazed around, thinking how little the
outside world knew of the actual wretchedness that
hedged about these patient toilers, the sound of a cor-
net broke upon my ear. Clear and plaintively sweet
its notes swelled out upon the air. They issued from
one of the most dilapidated of the dwellings; ©ne that
stood on the very edge of one of the threatening seams
that marked the course of the dismantled mine root
And what was the air, think you, that floated up from
the unkown musician's instrument amid these dismal
surroundings?
"It was 'Home, Sweet Home,' God help him! Of
all things in the world. ' Home, Sweet Home!' Never
was pathos so personified. Tears welled to my eyes,
and I was proud of them. I emptied all the coin I had
into the hand of a pale, gaunt little boy, who had been
eyeing me curiously as I stood on the hill, and bade
him carry them to the house and give them to whoever
might live there. The lad's thin hand closed con-
vulsively on the money, and, with a frightened look,
he ran away towards the house.
" I did not stay to learn more of the inmates of that
hut. That they could have heart to dwell there and
think of it as home, sweet home, was enough for me.
I hastened from the desolate spot to the rich and happy
city just beyond, in the shadow of whose heaven-point-
ing spires a sermon had been preached to me such as
none of their well-paid pastors, with all their eloquence
could have preached."—N. Y. Mail and Express.
PUBLISHED + TWICE * EACH * MONTH.
J E F F . DAVIS BILL.
EDWARD LYMAN BILL.
BILL & BIL
EDITOBS AND PBOPBIETOES.
All Checks, Drafts, Money Orders, Postal
Notes and Mall matter should be
made to
BILL & BILL,
EDITOBB k PBOPBIETOBS.
3 EAST 11th STREET, NEW YORE.
SUBSCBIFTION (Including postage) United States and Canada,
(3.00 per year, in advance; Foreign Countries. $4.00
ADTEUTIBESCBNTS, $2.00 per inch, single column, per insertion;
unless inserted upon rates made by special contract.
Entered at the Neva York Post Office at Second Clots Matter.
ONLY A MINER'S CORNET.
HOW ITS NOTES PREACHED A SERMON AMID A DISMAL
SCENE OF COLLIERY WRETCHEDNESS.
A'
$3.00 PER YEAR.
SINGLE COPIES, 15 CENT8.
NEW YORK, MAY 20 TO JUNE 5, 1889.
N incident that touched me deeper than any-
thing ever did before or since occurred on a
visit I paid to the coal regions some years
ago," said a gentleman of this city. " There had been
a serious cave-in at the Bellevue mine,along the Lacka-
wanna River, on the outskirts of Scranton. I went to
the spot a A»y or so after the cave had occurred. It
was a dreary day, late in November—a dark, rainy,
dismal day. The great coal breaker at the mine was in
operation, as work had not been entirely suspended.
The rattle and crash and whirr of the ponderous ma-
chinery was deafening. From windows and doors, and
every crack and cranny, black clouds of coal dust poured
out into the open air, and were beaten by the rain into
inky ooze that fell in besmirching drops on everything
about and below. A narrow road, cut into gullies by
the rain, and lying ankle deep in the sooty mud, led
past the breaker, and from it up a sleep hill to the clus-
ters of dilapidated huts where the miners and their
families lived, called by courtesy 'the village.'
" Through the village, without any apparent reason
for their being, unless it might be that they were pa-
rade grounds for the many geese and goats that dis-
puted the way with me, ran narrow streets, with kere
and there great seams and crevices crossing or running
parallel to them, results of the sinking of the mine roofs
beneath.' Here and there a hut also had sunk half way
to its roof into the unstable earth.
"On the summit of the hill, which overlooked miles
of dreary, desolate landscape, stood a little church,
which had itself settled a foot or more with the sudden
caving. The scores of simple gravestones in the church-
yard, standing askew, some of them protruding out a
few inches above the surface, told their sad tale of mine
fatality. The bottoms of many of the graves had fallen
in with the tumbling mine roof, and the crumbling re-
mains the graves contained had dropped into the depths
—the remains, perhaps, of miners who had previously
been carried dead or mangled beyond recovery from
the very mine to which their bones had been so ruth-
lessly returned.
" Looking down from the summit of the hill upon
that struggling collection of most wretched habitations;
upon the groaning breaker, with the inky drainage
dripping from its inky caves; the swollen, yellow river,
beneath the very bed of which many of the occupants
of the miserable hovels were even then delving for sub-
sistence, down deep in the mines, it seemed to me that
nowhere on God's footstool could there be a scene
more desolate, more utterly bereft of all that could give
Y0SE & SONS' VICTORY.
THEIR DISCONTENTED EMPLOYEES CAME OFF
SECOND BEST.
TRIKERS and their sympathizers have received
another wholesome lesson—this time from the
Vose & Sons' Piano Co., of Boston, Mass.
A member of the firm, who had been appointed to
superintend the factory, had drawn up a set of rules
with the view of increasing the efficiency of the w«rking
force, and discontent appears to have arisen in the var-
nishing, polishing, rubbing, and cleansing departments,
some of the employees in which were not doing an
amount of work consistent with the wages they were
receiving.
It was explained to the malcontents that if the new
rules were unnecessarily strict they should be modified;
also that no man who was up to the standard as a
workman, or who had been watchful of the firm's inter-
ests should be removed. Notwithstanding these assur-
ances, a body of men walked out, thongk warned that
by doing so they would irretrievably lose their posi-
tions. Threats of a boycott fell on stony ground. Two
hundred and fifty men have applied for employment
since the strike, the firm have all the men they ne«d,
and none of those who went out will ever again be em-
ployed by Vose & Sons. Overtures made by the serf-
expelled employees after going out were ignored.
It would be better for workingmen if they would pay
more attention to the simple old adage, " Think twice
before you speak once."
S
MR. RUFUS W. BLAKE, manager of the Sterling Com-
pany, Derby, Conr., will shortly have ready a new scale
Sterling grand piano to which he has for some time
devoted much thought and attention. Several leading
agents of the house have taken time by the forelock by
sending in orders for the new instrument. The organ
trade of the Sterling house, like the piano^branch, im-
proves week by week.
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