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Arrangements for engaging Jess Stacy as the orchestra leader for the Harvard (no longer Freshman) Jubilee, to be held Saturday night, April 27, were concluded at a meeting of the Freshman Committee last night...
...Jess bought the organ. When Eliza saw him dragging it from the station on a sled, she said: "Thee can have thy wife or thee can have that instrument...
...squarely in the light as he'd done at one time." So one night the Ministry and Oversight Committee paid the Birdwells a friendly call. "But before they could even ease into their questions with some remark upon the weather or how the corn was shaping up-Jess heard it-the faint kind of leathery sigh the organ made when the foot first touched the bellows." Jess knew that his daughter Mattie was settling down to a musical session in the attic. Just as she launched into The Old Musician and His Harp, Jess cried aloud: "Friends...
...ever heard Brother Birdwell pray so loudly. He prayed in the name of all the sinners in the Old Testament-in the name of Adam, of Moses, of David, of Solomon, of Abraham, of Jephthah. When Mattie struck up The Old Musician for the fifth time, Jess swept into the New Testament. When Mattie pulled out the fortissimo stop, Jess's resonant pleading fairly shook the studding. "Friend," said Amos Pease, when at last the agony was over, "thee's been an instrument of the Lord this night. . . . Thy prayer carried us so near to heaven...
...market, Jess Birdwell met a gentleman whose card was inscribed: "Professor Waldo Quigley, Traveling Representative, Payson and Clarke. The World's Finest Organs. Also Sheet Music and Song Books." "How many reeds in a Payson and Clarke [organ]?" Jess asked him. "Forty-eight, Brother Birdwell," replied Professor Quigley, "not counting the tuba mirabilis. . . . Those reeds duplicate the human throat. They got timbre," he added ("landing on the French word the way a hen lands on the water"). "How many stops?" asked Jess. "Eight," said the professor. "And that vox humana! . . . You can hear the voice of your lost child...