QUIPS AND CRANKS - 1913 . Z^* HE last strains of that grand old hymn, How Firm a Foundation, died? ^m into silence. The Campljell lirothers. hymnbook in hand, stood lost in^^?^ mutual admiration. It was AIocking-Bird who spoke first. Cook, he asked, and his voice was tender, almost reverent, didwe really make that music ? Yes, Mock; we really did, replied Cook, his ample frontal swelling tomore ample dimensions. And wasnt it great? lien Tom, but it was, answered Mock. Just suppose Iaw Creek couldhave heard us! Wouldnt it ha\e been fine? said Cook, slowly, a cherubic smile lightinghis countenan
QUIPS AND CRANKS - 1913 . Z^* HE last strains of that grand old hymn, How Firm a Foundation, died? ^m into silence. The Campljell lirothers. hymnbook in hand, stood lost in^^?^ mutual admiration. It was AIocking-Bird who spoke first. Cook, he asked, and his voice was tender, almost reverent, didwe really make that music ? Yes, Mock; we really did, replied Cook, his ample frontal swelling tomore ample dimensions. And wasnt it great? lien Tom, but it was, answered Mock. Just suppose Iaw Creek couldhave heard us! Wouldnt it ha\e been fine? said Cook, slowly, a cherubic smile lightinghis countenance: but Alock, he went on, a note of pathos cree[)ing into hisvoice, why dont the fellows like it? What do you ho])e. Cook? How do you expect a lot of roughnecks toapi>rcciate real music? We know that we can sing, so whats the odds? Dog Boot, but youre rigjit, .Mock. said Cook, a light dawning ujion sing Hymn 22. .And the room rang with melody. %^)[% n^^ j I ^-^ ^ ^^^ I ^^nn ^M-M.
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