THE MUSICIANShe was not a concert singer I| Drawing hundreds every week. Theatre magnates did not linger 1 ’Round her and beg her to speak Right up and name the price ’twould ; takeTo get her for their show;No, she lived out in the country And each Sunday morn she a goTo the little country church Where she'd occupy the stool At the little wheezy organ,At preaching and at Sunday rI School. , :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. IIn the big fine city churches jThey 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, HThe Plumber-Poet,” Easley, S. C,((The idea for the bit of verse j above came to the writer while attending church at Mount Pleasant, a Presbyterian church just out of Easley. S. C., on Sunday morning, ‘April 14, 1929.)