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continuance of the pub- 
lication known as the 
‘ ‘ Phonogram , M with this 




at Number 83 Chambers Street New York City 

Printed Monthly for those interested in the Arts of Record 
ing and Reproducing Sound ; also for those interested 
in Animated Pictures . Official Handbook of The 

Order of the Phonogram . ^ A -very 

Special Department will be devoted to 
all {Questions and Answers re- 
lating to Phones , Graphs , 

Grams and Scopes. Cor- 
respondence welcomed 
, by the Editor 

Notes ..... 

Bird Language 

To My Phonograph . I, 

Origin of Popular Songs 
The Parrot and the Phonograph 
New Edison Moulded Records 
Not Slow, in Spite of His N ame 
Peace on Earthy Good Will to Men 
O For a Folding Pocket Phonograph 
The Phonograph as an Aid to Dentists 
The Phonograph as a Recruiting Agen 


What is home without a Phonograph ? 

It will make you cry, or laugh ; 

When you’re lonely, or alone, 

Wind it up, and hear the tone. 

Hear the voices sweetly sing, 

With the pleasure it will bring. 

Any music you like or please 

The “Phone” will play with the greatest ease. 

Should a Friend come in to call, % 

And the conversation fall ; 

Just a little below the mark, 

Start up the “ Phone,” it is like a spark 
Of inspiration that comes in the dark. 

’Tis a gleam of sunshine to.every one. 

That is fond of music, and fond of fun ; 

They learn to like it as well as you, 

And ask every time, have you Records new ? 

What a vote of thanks 
We certainly owe, 

Us Phonograph Cranks ” 

To Edison, who . 

Has given us such pleasure complete. 

In the little machine, so compact and neat. 

Which graces our homes and parlors so fine ; 

Oh why should we roam abroad in a clime 
Where Edison’s name has never been heard ? 

When with us for years, it’s been a household word. 
I’m sure. I’d be pleased to take him by the hand, 
And try and convince him ; he would understand, 
The pleasure we have all enjoyed so long, 



In Muse by Bands, solo, and song. 

The “ Phones *’ are so perfect, the muse so rare 
That if you don’t own one you’re certainly nowhere. 

In this age of progression, keep up with the rest 
Buy an Edison Phonograph, for they are the best 
It helps to pass the hours quickly away, 

I would not part with it for even one day. 

Take my money, and part of my home 
But please, do leave me, my Records and Phone. 

“ Mkut Mac” 

• , “ One of the Cranks.” 


U “Mr. Openeer” said I the other day, “ what do you 
know ? ” Now I never yet saw the time, no matter how 
sudden my call for Phonograph facts, but Mr. Openeer had 
some interesting information concealed about his person. 
And this time was no exception. Drawing out his pocket- 
book he replied, “Peace on kaktm 5 good will to men.” 
Elsewhere in this issue I print the two news clipping he 



was proclaimed at Blenheim Palace in England, and the 
other, a sarcastic account of the good toill existing between 
two Jersey gentlemen, because of twelve strenuous talking 
machines and a spite fence. Verily, it takes all kinds of 
people and things to make this glad world of ours. 

Editor Phonogeam : 

Dear Sir : — Enclosed clipping 1 
paper. I have occasion to pass the 


a recent Chicago 
locality mentioned. 



The machines are Disk machines Gramophones 
Uncle Josh says : “There ain’t any word,” to d< 
this class of machines. 

Very truly yours, 

W. E. Johnso 

Here follows the clipping : This is the tale of woe 

told by two Chicago citizens. 

“ If something isn’t done to silence those talking 
machines around our home,” said they at the police station 
the other day, “ we’ll simply have to move.” 

Both men looked red-eyed and weary. 

“ The tortures of living in our neighborhood are simply 
unbearable,” said one. 

“ I haven’t slept in a week,” said the other. “ These 
talking machines go night and day, gurgling and wheezing 
speeches, rag-time songs and brass band blares. There is 
a saloon next door to us. Fifty times a day the talking 
machine in that places delivers a speech on the money 
question. It sings every tune, from * Mr. Johnson Turn 
Me Loose,’ to ‘A Bird in a Gilded Cage,’ especially 
that infernal ‘ Ain’t it a Shame.’ I toss in my bed to 
patriotic airs, selections from grand operas and imitations of 
a band of crazy people. Every night I retire to the lively 
strains of ‘ Who Done Spent Ma’ Quarter ?’ * I Eat My 
Meals in Jig Time and Walk Around in Rag Time.’ 
The whole air is constantly full of the unholy sounds. 

“ At night it seems as though my bed had caught the 
infection and wanted to two-step. I have dreams of the 
chairs dancingly wildly around my apartment and visions 
of brass bands of many pieces perched upon the footboard 
of my couch playing their very hardest are frequent.” 

“ We ghall simply have to move, 
** No,” said the Lieutenant, 4 
that, to-morrow there will be a rah 

It takes only Half an Eye to recognise the 
superiority of genuine Edison Phonographs ; 
they are made with accuracy and precision , 
to uphold the Fame of the Name of the 
Man who stands behind them . — Ofenekr. 


By W. H. Sedgwick 

The family next door was the proud possessor of a parrot 
of unusual intelligence, which had a marvelous aptitude in 
learning popular songs, singing them at the most inoppor- 
tune times and places. The parrot’s pet aversion was an 
old Doctor, who called professionally at the house, and who 
had a habit of blowing his nose like a trumpet’s blast in 
front of Polly* s cage whenever he entered or left the house. 
Polly stood the infliction patiently, as long as a self respect- 
ing parrot could reasonably be expected to endure such 
treatment, and then by the way of retaliation began to 
make comments upon the old fellow’s style, manner, and 
general appearance ; not at all complimentary you may be 
sure, but showing great penetration on Polly’s part. 

One morning, while making a call, on entering the 
house the Doctor stopped in front of the cage and blew the 
usual salute. Polly looked at him for a moment in disgust, 
and then calmly said, ** You poor damfool, why don’t you 
bore holes in your nose and play it like a flute.” It is 
needless to say he did not torment the bird any more. 



In Polly's house resided a young lady. Polly's affections 
centered on this member of the family j and when at liberty 
during the day, usually to be found perched upon her 
shoulder listening to the conversation. Whenever her 
mistress, while playing the piano, chanced to strike up one 
of Polly's favorite tunes, Polly would sing with all the airs 
and graces of a boarding school miss at her first appearance. 
Still, Polly fell into disgrace, all through the medium of 
her too ready tongue. One evening the young lady's beau 
called to see her and the parrot, as usual, occupied a prom- 
inent place. It goes without saying that nothing escaped 
her observation. The next morning at the breakfast table 
Polly opened up the conversation by remarking, “ George, 
you pull down the window shades, while I 'turn down the 
light ; * * and while the family was speechless with horror 
she went on, “ That's what Sarah said last night,* Ha, 
Ha, Ha. Sarah is a bad girl." 

The parrot was immediately banished from the family 
circle and then tranferred her rather questionable friendship 
to me. Regularly every morning she would fly over and 
come in the window of the room I occupied (called my 
Phonograph room ) and after making a survey of the apart- 
ment would perch upon the back of a chair and wait 
patiently until I noticed her. She was very fond of hearing 
the Phonograph. The remarks she used to make were 
laughable, interpolating the speech or song with side 
remarks of her own, which made a very funny combina- 
tion ; but I rather think she enjoyed talking to the machine 
and then listening to her own voice better than all the 
records I had in my possession. It was a sorry day for me 
when I taught her the use of the Recorder, for, from that 
foment my troubles be^an. I was in the habit of spend- 

ing* most of my spare time in experimenting wiui me 
Phonograph, making record alter record, trying to overcome 
the obstacles which usually confront the beginner. W hether 
the bird thought I was working for her benefit or was 
actuated by a spirit of mischief I do not know, but she took 
advantage of every opportunity to demonstrate her ability as 
an artist in the record making line, until patience ceased to 
be a virtue. I arose in my wrath and cast her out. 
However, if I thought I was to have an easy victory I was 
mistaken, for the bird came back into the lower part of the 
house and made her way into the room, just as I was 
finishing what afterwards proved to be an unusually fine 
violin record of “The Holy City." As she flew on my 
shoulder she yelled, “ O, Hell, you think you are smart, 
don’t you, to put poor Polly out, pretty Poll." There it 
is on the end of that Holy City record to this day — Poll’s 
blasphemy, blended with Hosannahs. My first thought 
was to wring her neck, then and there, but I could not help 
being amused at her persi stance, so I compromised the 
matter by hiring a small boy to take the parrot off to a 
remote part of the city and lose her. Now peace reigns 
once more in our neighborhood. 

Modern times have not produced the equal 
of the Phonograph for amusement and in- 
struction . — Chapin . 


A sea captain who has just returned from a cruise to 
Australia and the South Sea Islands tells of a clever way of 
recruiting laborers from the Islands, to work on the plan- 
tations. It seems a custom daring the early spring for the 

natives of the Islands of the South Seas to gather on the 
coast in large numbers 5 and vessels go there to recruit 
laborers. The captain of one of the recruiting vessels 
adopted a novel method of getting natives to enter into 
contracts with him. He secured a Phonograph ; and 
before leaving Queensland had a native, already engaged on 
a plantation, talk into it, telling of the good time he was 
having. This was taken to the native villages and turned 
loose. The natives flocked to the recruiting ship. From 
the Philadelphia Public Ledger. 

The discovery of the Edison Phonograph 
brought happiness to thousands . — Chapin. 



A Paris dentist gives gas and music when extracting 
teeth. Gas has the peculiar effect sometimes of filling the 
mind of the immobile patient with horrid fantasies and 
grotesque chimeras, in which sheeted ghosts, leering hob- 
goblins and reptilian monsters play leading parts, and the 
victim, on emerging from the anaesthetic trance, shrieks 
and carries on. The polite Paris dentist cast about him 
for a remedy and hit on the Phonograph. Connecting the 
patient's ears with the machine and starting its strain of 
he administered gas and pulled the offending tooth. 
During the operation a look of beatitude illuminated the 
the half-closed eyes of the patient, and it was with reluct- 
anoe that he was aroused and left the chair, no doubt with 
a complaint of losing the crescendo. Dr. Laborde was so 
much impressed with the merit of the dentist's discovery 
that he lectured on it before the Academy of Medicine 
and recommended the use of the Phonograph in the oper- 
ating room of hospitals. — New York Evening Sun. 



Phonograph Proclaims Peace. 


London. — The news of peace was transmitted this 
morning to the inhabitants of Blenheim Palace, the country 
seat of the Duke of Marlborough, in a manner that had 
considerable flavor of American progressiveness. 

An immense Phonograph, with a monster horn attached, 
had been hoisted to the top of the church tower. The 
instrument was operated by the Rev. Aylmer Scott, the 
local vicar, and it transmitted the peace dispatches, word 
for word, so loudly that they could be heard in a radius of 
half a mile from the tower. 

When this had been done, the Union Jack was run up 
on the tower flagstaff and the Phonograph sang the national 
anthem, in which the entire neighborhood joined clamor- 
ously. — From the Philadelphia North American . 

Talking Machines Cause Spite Fence. 

H. E. Patterson, a designer living in the hill section of 
Passaic, has erected a spite fence on the line of his property 
adjoining that of M. Bourmann, of the Botany mills. 
Patterson objected to Bourmann* s children playing on the 

ise their noise annoyed him. Soon after this, 
bought a talking machine. Patterson called in 
n and attempted to have his neighbor arrested as 
person. Bourmann bought a dozen talking 
and set them going all at one time. Patterson 
the fence 1 5 feet high. He says he will add 
ten reet more. Bourmann’ s children use the fence as a 
back stop for baseball. 

Editor* s Not*. — They say these were Disk Scratch-o- 
phones. I don't blame Patterson. Bourmann ought to 
have known better, 

lawn becai 


Any boy can whistle, most people can sing — in a way ; 
some can yodel, but only one man has been discovered up 
to date who can warble. His name is Charles D. Kellogg. 
He can warble like a thrush, canary, bobolink, oriole, 
meadow lark, scarlet tanager, blackbird, mocking-bird and 
many others, and he reproduces the various bird songs so 
marvellously that even the birds themselves respond to his 
calls, and it is no wonder that he can deceive human beings 
when the birds themselves are fooled. 

Mr. Kellogg possesses vocal abilities beyond^the range of 
any other human being, for scientific tests have demons- 
trated his ability to cover a range of vibratory tone of more 
than nine and a half octaves. 

Mr. Kellogg spends seven months each year in the woods 
and fields, and has penetrated to the ends of the world to 
study the birds in their natural haunts ; he has faced 
adventures of every description to wrest the secret of then- 
lives and habits from them, and this he does with his 
camera and his Phonograph. To aid him in acquiring bird 
language with entire accuracy, Mr. Kellogg uses a Recorder 
specially prepared with a very sensitive diaphragm, usually 
of onionskin paper, with which he records for future study 
and analysis the most delicate bird notes — their cries of 
surprise, distress and alarm, as well as songs of joy and love, 
and calls to their young. 

Mr. Kellogg* 8 lectures on bird life are not a scientific 
analysi^of bird habits, but a series of personal anecdotes and 
narratives, with all the delicacy and aroma of camp life, 
superbly illustrated by photo-stereopticon views taken by 
Mr. Kellogg in the homes and haunts of the birds them- 
selves. Each series of photographs leads up to a song-bird 

glide, made by color photography. As tUe bird in ail its 
brilliancy of plumage flits across the scene, Mr. Kellogg 
warbles its note, call and song, as he has previously recorded 
it upon a Phonograph from the bird itself in the woods. 

Truly, Mr. Kellogg is a marvel. He is to the feathered 
kingdom what Ernest Thompson-Seton is to the animal 

The Phonograph is always ready to amuse 
your friends. -—Orwsm. 


One day last autumn Bennet Burleigh, the noted English 
special war correspondent, was encountered a few miles 
outside Pretoria by that volcanic rhetorician, General 

money but simply to advertise his goods, and that he was 
not responsible for the blockading of the sidewalk, and that 
if they found it blocked it was their duty to clear it. Mr. 
Crabb says he kept on playing till he got ready to close, 
paying no attention to the order. — From the Columbus, 
Ind. Daily Times. 

The Phonograph is a good listener and a 
perfect talker. — Openeer. * 


“ Billy Gray got his material for his famous song the 
* V olunteer Organist * while attending church one Sunday 
morning. It seems on that particular day the regular 
organist was ill and the congregation was not informed of 
this fact until late in the service. The preacher was in a 
quandary and was about to give up in despair when a dilapi- 
dated-looking fellow, much the worse for rum, entered the 
church. He took a seat near the aisle and began to pray. 
Then he staggered toward the organ and said to the preacher. 

* ‘ Will you let me play on the organ for a few minutes ? 
1 want you to hear a few songs. 

‘ ‘ The parson was dumfounded, yet pleased. He turned 
to the stranger and after critically sizing up his appearance 
said : “Yes, my son, you can play. Our regular organist 
is ill to-day and I will thank you very much if you will 

“ Well, the stranger knew his business and discoursed 
some of the sweetest melodies Gray ever heard. Gray, 
inside of two days, wrote a song around the incident and 
published it himself. It had a big sale and he made thou- 
sands of dollars out of it. 

“ The originator of cake walk music is Fred Mills, who 
writes under the name of Kerry Mills. One night about 

six years ago Mills attended a cakewalk in Detroit. The 
leader of the band, a negro, had considerable difficulty in 
keeping the walkers in step. >Mills, who has just budding 
out as a composer, approached the leader and said s 

“ I notice that the walkers here to-night can’t keep in 
step. I composed a march which I think will do. Try it. 

It’s qalled 4 Rastus on Parade.’ 

«« The leader played it and the effect was magical. The 
contestants were able to cakewalk without much trouble to 
the time of the music. Although the leader tried to nng 
in some other music the darkies insisted on 4 Rastus on 
Parade* and it at once became popular. Mill# then 
•osed ‘Georgia Campmeeting,* ‘Happy Days in Dixie’ 
Whistling Rufus, ’ from which he made a fortune. 
John Kelly, who wrote and composed 4 The Girl I 
Behind,* got his idea while starring with his company 
out West years ago. One night the leading soubrette of 
his show got into a row with another member of the troupe 
and gave notice to Kelly that she would leave. Kelly was 
much worried because he could not get another v/oman at 
that time to fill her place. Kelly pleaded with her to 
remain, but she refused and left the next night. About 
two days later she repented and came back. Kelly gave 
her old job, but planned at the same time to get even. So 
at the next stand he paid her what was coming to her and 
discharged her. Then gathering his entire company to- 
gether he said : 4 See, that’s the girl I left behind. ’ 

44 1 could continue all night and tell you about the history 
of hundreds of other popular songs, which would be equally 

Dave Marion, who composed only 4 One 

1 interesting 

Girl In the World for Me,’ says that he got the theme of 
this song from reading the Bible. He says that Adam said 
to Eve 4 There’ s only one girl in the world for me.’ I 
guess Dave meant to be funny, but he swears it is a solemn 
fact. At any rate the song was the real thing whether the 

the Bible inspired it or not. ” 



8246 Selection from A Country Girl 

8247 U. S. Army Lancers, First Figure 

8248 U. S. Army Lancers, Second Figure 

8249 U. S. Army Lancers, Third Figure 

8250 U. S. Army Lancers, 

1st Half of Last Figure, Orchestra P 

8251 U. S. Army Lancers, 2nd Half of Last 

Figure Orchestra P 

Not*. — The U. S. Army Lancers is re- 
corded on five cylinders and consists of the 
first,second, third and fifth figures complete. 

The prompting is given and the music is 
played in the regular dancing tempo. 8248, 
introduces Mr. Nightingale in his whistling 
specialty. 8249, introduces Squire Hawkins 
in a Rube monologue. 8250, introduces 
Mr. Nightingale and Mr. Hightone in their 
singing and whistling duet. 8251, con- 
cludes with a two-step finale . 

8252 In Old Judea 

Sacred song with violin obligato McDonough 

8253 Carnival of Venice with variations . 

Cornet Bohumir Kryl 

8254 Answer Cornet Bohumir Kryl 

8255 They were all do jig; the same 

Comic male duet Co & Har 

8256 O that we two were Maying, 

Contralto and Basso duet Morgan & Stanley 

8257 My Particular Friend Comic song from IVeber 

& Fields' Tioirly fVhirly Quinn 

8258 The Heavens are Telling - i ^ 

from Haydn s “ The Creation ” Band E 

8259 I’ll wed you in the golden summertime 

Sentimental song Har 

Orchestra P 
Orchestra P 
Orchestra P 
Orchestra P 

Tell me pretty maiden 

Sextette from Florodora Sextette E 
Don’t be cross waltz v 

from the Master Miner Band E 

Concluded fr 

Edison Moulded 

I’m unlucky Comte male dm 

Let the k>jver lights be burning 
Talmage on Miracle* , Talking ) 

Mandy won’t you let me be your beau 


u* merry birds 
Contralto and , 

duet Morgan Sc Stanley 
love song McDonough 
moiSrnnd bells Watson 

8270 Santa Claus song nvith 
8*71 When the troupe comes ba 

Comic song from So 
817a At the bottom of the deep 

old Illinois 

Sentime 1 

8*77 Our United ] 

8278 Pretty Molly 

8279 Con Cbncy’i 




«28o Alice 
8281 Ne$< 
12733 Dash 



12734 V ** 

12735 p* 

12736 Ein 


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