THE MUSICIANShe was not a concert singer | Drawing hundreds every week. Theatre magnates did not linger ! ’Hound her and beg her to speak Right up and name the price ’twouldI takei To get her for their show;No. she lived out in the country And each Sunday morn she’d goTo the little country church Where she’d occupy the stool At the little wheezy organ,At preaching and at SundaySchool.And she'd also lead the singing,If the leader wasn’t there;And her voice with gladness ringing With melody, would fill the air.In the big fine city churchesThey can hire their singers grand, And if they take a notionThey can have a whole brass band:But when it comes to music That really is worthwhile,Some of our country churches Have got them beat a mile.Zeb H, Wolfe, “The Plumber-Foet,” Easley, S. C.((The idea for the bit of verse above came to the writer while attending church at Mount Pleasant, a Presbyterian church just out of Easley. S. C.r on Sunday morning, f April 14, 1929.)