Elks Minstrels

Transcript

Gentlemen, be seated. In productory, all the chores. My oh, my dear, my oh, my dear Well, how are you, Mr.

Bones? I'm feeling kind of Messerino. And how are you, Mr.

Tambo? Oh, very salubrious. Ballad entitled, Sweetheart, sung by our popular tenor.

There is a name I can only give you Sweetheart, sweetheart Something about you so loving and true My sweetheart, my sweetheart Sweetheart, sweetheart Ever fond and true When I whisper, I love you so Would you say you love me too? Would you love me too? Sweetheart, sweetheart In your eyes I'll be Hope of my hope Dream of my dreams My sweetheart You know, that's a lovely song and beautifully rendered.

He's got too good a voice to be singing in this show. Why, that man ought to be in grand opera. I think so too, Mr.

Tambo. Yes, sir, he ought to be with Campanini. Why, Campanini is dead.

I know it. But say, Mr. Middleman, you know what a hard drinker my father used to be.

Indeed I do. Well, sir, yesterday he went by 20 saloons and never stopped in one of them. Was he in a trance?

No, he was in a patrol wagon. But you know my father hasn't drank a drop since the operation. What was the operation?

Why, the doctors cut out father's booze. That certainly is funny. Who was your friend in the box?

Did you give him a bath? Oh, don't, Henry, please. There, there, just a minute.

I want to speak to him. No, no, Henry, sit down. You mustn't.

Transcribed by AI from the recording above. These are noisy hundred-year-old cylinders, so expect misheard words and the occasional invented line — trust your ears over the text.