Music Trade Review
Issue: 1925 Vol. 81 N. 8 - Page 35
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AUGUST 22, 1925
THE
MUSIC TRADE
REVIEW
35
IN THE WORLD OF MUSIC PUBLISHING
Conducted By V. D. Walsh
Both Yarmouth and Halifax, Nova
Scotia, Invaded by Maurice Richmond
Head of the Richmond Music Supply Corp., New York, Combines Business With Pleasure in
Visiting the Music Stores of the Maritime Province of Canada
T N the good old Summertime, when skies are
blue and everything else is sublime, cares
and worries are few—that's the time we think
of recreation, vacation
and travel.
We left my Long
Island home, my own
musical quintet, includ-
ing the Lady of the
house, "yours truly,"
my oldest son (who,
while only fifteen, takes
a larger size hat than
his Dad and even wears
larger shoes) and my
two younger children
Maurice Richmond
(I hate to talk about
myself, but they are the real American type of
girl and boy, milk fed and raised on Long
Island). We traveled along the old reliable
Boston Post Road headed for many of the
large important centers of the southern part of
New England. The night was spent on the
shores of Connecticut, in a very quaint little
inn on a hilltop alongside of the Sound. The
hotel is under the direction of a Captain "Jim-
mie" who is very cocky about the view afforded
from his establishment. Upon reaching Boston,
part of the family departed for the old home-
stead in Dorchester.
A party of three, consisting of my oldest son,
Lawrence or "Larry," as I call him, and my old
friend from Providence, R. I., "Johnny" Fitz-
patrick, a good pal whom I have known for
many a moon (in actual numbers, more than a
quarter of a century), set sail on the Yarmouth
line steamer for Nova Scotia. How thrilled we
were on this wonderful trip. It lasted just six-
teen hours—uninterrupted comfort with nature
cool and quiet.
Often have I been told how friendly and hos-
pitable the folks of the Maritime Provinces are.
That, of course, gave us an incentive to look
forward to an enjoyable trip.
Getting off the steamer the following morn-
ing, custom inspection of body and soul was in
order. Just ahead of us, there was a family by
the name of "Berry," who were asked to show
cause why they should be permitted to enter
the port. Unfortunately, they did not possess
the necessary credentials and were not permit-
WOULDNT
LOVE
FOX TROT
Benny Davis M
.Joe Buike^ New
Hit/
ted to pass the gate. The lady of the family
became indignant and said to the official: "I
don't suppose you know who we are—we've
lived in Canada before. We're the Berry's."
To which the custom officer replied: "Lady, I
don't care if you are the cat's whiskers or carry
a rabbit's foot, you can't cross the border with-
out your papers."
In my case, it was serious, too, when the
custom officer asked me for my birth certificate,
which I did not have. All effort on my part
to convince him that I was a good American
citizen and not a bootlegger, was in vain. I
tried to prove that I was a nephew of Uncle
Sam, but for a while it looked pretty bad. I
searched through my wallet for some mark of
identification and accidentally came across my
Shrine card, which bears the words "Life Mem-
bership" on it. The inspector glanced at the
card and said: "If the Shriners are willing to
tolerate you for the rest of your life, I guess
you're all right—go ahead, but keep sober."
My car was removed to the dock with a tag
on it stating, "Tank Empty." I politely asked
the steward the meaning of that and he said it
was done for safety and furthermore, tourists
usually sleep better on the boat when they
know they can start with a clean slate and
"Imperial Gas." Of course, it had to sound all
right to me. I was glad to be on my way.
Yarmouth, N. S.
When we landed, we were in Yarmouth,
N. S., a little city with less than 10,000 popula-
tion. However, Yarmouth has a lively Main
street, with many modern shops, including an
up-to-date music store, owned and operated by
Miss Lucy C. Amirault. This store carries
pianos, organs, phonographs, musical merchan-
dise, sheet music and music books.
Miss
Amirault also specializes in art needle work,
stamped goods and wool. This little shop is
very attractive with the wares all effectively
displayed.
After our pleasant little visit with this Paris-
ienne, we were on our way to Halifax. The
green arrow pointed to a sign which read:
"Fill up around the corner for safety's sake."
Following the green arrow, we reached a fill-
ing station bearing a large sign reading: "Im-
perial Gasoline—37 cents Gallon." Not so good,
when I realized that my twenty gallon tank had
been emptied entirely the very night before.
At the first railroad crossing, we saw a very
clever warning: "Motorists must sound their
horns before crossing the tracks—also be care-
ful never to run over small boys—they may have
nails in their pockets."
Touring comfortably with a blue book in a
brand new "Ask the man who owns one" was
fair enough, only we caught up with a herd of
cows every now and then. It seemed like a put-
up job by the selectmen and villagers as we
came through.
The roads weren't exactly
smooth and at times we found it hard to keep
up with the cows. Another tourist in front of
us soon became exasperated and called out to a
farmer: "Why don't you tell the officials to fix
these roads. They are awful!" To which the
farmer replied: "We don't want them fixed;
we prefer long life."
The speedometer registered 275 miles, to be
exact, from Yarmouth, N. S., to Halifax, travel-
ing over dirt and gravel roads mostly, all roll-
ing country, virgin timber land and rich farm-
ing soil. The scenery along the shore is a
Mecca for artists, with the loveliest shore scen-
ery on the Atlantic Coast, a wonder country of
mountain and glen, apple orchards, lakes, rug-
ged rocks and curving beaches.
We often felt the need of a pole, hook and
line, for go where you may in any direction, you
cannot equal Nova Scotia fishing for trout, sal-
mon and deep sea fish. Oh, for the life of a
fisherman! Nova Scotians are famous the world
over as fishermen and narrators of breezy fishy
stories.
Halifax, N. S.
Beautiful Halifax, the city by the sea. a typi-
cal English city, with a population of almost
100,000. There are several good hotels and many
points of interest. Halifax is built on a penin-
sula, on the western shore of the harbor, the
finest in America, they say. It is almost an
island. The water is so deep that the largest
ships can lie within a few feet of the shore.
The public gardens are the finest on the con-
tinent, entirely under floral culture. Halifax is
the chief imperial naval station on the North
American continent. Many reliable steamship
companies advertise "All water routes from
Halifax to Boston and New York."
There is a splendid view afforded visitors
from the citadel, which rises high above the
town and is the most commanding point in Hali-
fax. The Memorial tower situated at Dingle
is one of the great sights of the city, although
it is quite a distance from "down-town."
Someone thought enough of the name of
"Richmond" to connect it with the Northend
(Continued on page 38)
'You, Can't Go Wrotid
With Any FEIST' Song'
KINKY
KIDS m
PARADE'
TIRED
New/ Different/Jfovel/J
"YOU G0TT£ OF EVERYTHING'
KNOW HOW' BUT YOU* WANT YOU
[ALL FOR ME'
FQK7BOT
FOX TROT
% GUS K A H N
..WALTER. DONALDSON
A New Comedy Idea
.Gus Rah/«1 Walter.
Donaldson
A Great FOXTROT ballad
Jtf&h a Fasckating Rhythm,
A Popular Ballad
(FOXTROT)
£ COHN
MARK FISHE.R.
NIED MILLEI
AUGUST 22, 1925
THE
MUSIC TRADE
REVIEW
35
IN THE WORLD OF MUSIC PUBLISHING
Conducted By V. D. Walsh
Both Yarmouth and Halifax, Nova
Scotia, Invaded by Maurice Richmond
Head of the Richmond Music Supply Corp., New York, Combines Business With Pleasure in
Visiting the Music Stores of the Maritime Province of Canada
T N the good old Summertime, when skies are
blue and everything else is sublime, cares
and worries are few—that's the time we think
of recreation, vacation
and travel.
We left my Long
Island home, my own
musical quintet, includ-
ing the Lady of the
house, "yours truly,"
my oldest son (who,
while only fifteen, takes
a larger size hat than
his Dad and even wears
larger shoes) and my
two younger children
Maurice Richmond
(I hate to talk about
myself, but they are the real American type of
girl and boy, milk fed and raised on Long
Island). We traveled along the old reliable
Boston Post Road headed for many of the
large important centers of the southern part of
New England. The night was spent on the
shores of Connecticut, in a very quaint little
inn on a hilltop alongside of the Sound. The
hotel is under the direction of a Captain "Jim-
mie" who is very cocky about the view afforded
from his establishment. Upon reaching Boston,
part of the family departed for the old home-
stead in Dorchester.
A party of three, consisting of my oldest son,
Lawrence or "Larry," as I call him, and my old
friend from Providence, R. I., "Johnny" Fitz-
patrick, a good pal whom I have known for
many a moon (in actual numbers, more than a
quarter of a century), set sail on the Yarmouth
line steamer for Nova Scotia. How thrilled we
were on this wonderful trip. It lasted just six-
teen hours—uninterrupted comfort with nature
cool and quiet.
Often have I been told how friendly and hos-
pitable the folks of the Maritime Provinces are.
That, of course, gave us an incentive to look
forward to an enjoyable trip.
Getting off the steamer the following morn-
ing, custom inspection of body and soul was in
order. Just ahead of us, there was a family by
the name of "Berry," who were asked to show
cause why they should be permitted to enter
the port. Unfortunately, they did not possess
the necessary credentials and were not permit-
WOULDNT
LOVE
FOX TROT
Benny Davis M
.Joe Buike^ New
Hit/
ted to pass the gate. The lady of the family
became indignant and said to the official: "I
don't suppose you know who we are—we've
lived in Canada before. We're the Berry's."
To which the custom officer replied: "Lady, I
don't care if you are the cat's whiskers or carry
a rabbit's foot, you can't cross the border with-
out your papers."
In my case, it was serious, too, when the
custom officer asked me for my birth certificate,
which I did not have. All effort on my part
to convince him that I was a good American
citizen and not a bootlegger, was in vain. I
tried to prove that I was a nephew of Uncle
Sam, but for a while it looked pretty bad. I
searched through my wallet for some mark of
identification and accidentally came across my
Shrine card, which bears the words "Life Mem-
bership" on it. The inspector glanced at the
card and said: "If the Shriners are willing to
tolerate you for the rest of your life, I guess
you're all right—go ahead, but keep sober."
My car was removed to the dock with a tag
on it stating, "Tank Empty." I politely asked
the steward the meaning of that and he said it
was done for safety and furthermore, tourists
usually sleep better on the boat when they
know they can start with a clean slate and
"Imperial Gas." Of course, it had to sound all
right to me. I was glad to be on my way.
Yarmouth, N. S.
When we landed, we were in Yarmouth,
N. S., a little city with less than 10,000 popula-
tion. However, Yarmouth has a lively Main
street, with many modern shops, including an
up-to-date music store, owned and operated by
Miss Lucy C. Amirault. This store carries
pianos, organs, phonographs, musical merchan-
dise, sheet music and music books.
Miss
Amirault also specializes in art needle work,
stamped goods and wool. This little shop is
very attractive with the wares all effectively
displayed.
After our pleasant little visit with this Paris-
ienne, we were on our way to Halifax. The
green arrow pointed to a sign which read:
"Fill up around the corner for safety's sake."
Following the green arrow, we reached a fill-
ing station bearing a large sign reading: "Im-
perial Gasoline—37 cents Gallon." Not so good,
when I realized that my twenty gallon tank had
been emptied entirely the very night before.
At the first railroad crossing, we saw a very
clever warning: "Motorists must sound their
horns before crossing the tracks—also be care-
ful never to run over small boys—they may have
nails in their pockets."
Touring comfortably with a blue book in a
brand new "Ask the man who owns one" was
fair enough, only we caught up with a herd of
cows every now and then. It seemed like a put-
up job by the selectmen and villagers as we
came through.
The roads weren't exactly
smooth and at times we found it hard to keep
up with the cows. Another tourist in front of
us soon became exasperated and called out to a
farmer: "Why don't you tell the officials to fix
these roads. They are awful!" To which the
farmer replied: "We don't want them fixed;
we prefer long life."
The speedometer registered 275 miles, to be
exact, from Yarmouth, N. S., to Halifax, travel-
ing over dirt and gravel roads mostly, all roll-
ing country, virgin timber land and rich farm-
ing soil. The scenery along the shore is a
Mecca for artists, with the loveliest shore scen-
ery on the Atlantic Coast, a wonder country of
mountain and glen, apple orchards, lakes, rug-
ged rocks and curving beaches.
We often felt the need of a pole, hook and
line, for go where you may in any direction, you
cannot equal Nova Scotia fishing for trout, sal-
mon and deep sea fish. Oh, for the life of a
fisherman! Nova Scotians are famous the world
over as fishermen and narrators of breezy fishy
stories.
Halifax, N. S.
Beautiful Halifax, the city by the sea. a typi-
cal English city, with a population of almost
100,000. There are several good hotels and many
points of interest. Halifax is built on a penin-
sula, on the western shore of the harbor, the
finest in America, they say. It is almost an
island. The water is so deep that the largest
ships can lie within a few feet of the shore.
The public gardens are the finest on the con-
tinent, entirely under floral culture. Halifax is
the chief imperial naval station on the North
American continent. Many reliable steamship
companies advertise "All water routes from
Halifax to Boston and New York."
There is a splendid view afforded visitors
from the citadel, which rises high above the
town and is the most commanding point in Hali-
fax. The Memorial tower situated at Dingle
is one of the great sights of the city, although
it is quite a distance from "down-town."
Someone thought enough of the name of
"Richmond" to connect it with the Northend
(Continued on page 38)
'You, Can't Go Wrotid
With Any FEIST' Song'
KINKY
KIDS m
PARADE'
TIRED
New/ Different/Jfovel/J
"YOU G0TT£ OF EVERYTHING'
KNOW HOW' BUT YOU* WANT YOU
[ALL FOR ME'
FQK7BOT
FOX TROT
% GUS K A H N
..WALTER. DONALDSON
A New Comedy Idea
.Gus Rah/«1 Walter.
Donaldson
A Great FOXTROT ballad
Jtf&h a Fasckating Rhythm,
A Popular Ballad
(FOXTROT)
£ COHN
MARK FISHE.R.
NIED MILLEI
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