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Caravan |
Bohemian Band |
Edison Bell Winner |
3741 |
7503 O |
Nov 1922 |
N/A |
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Wana - Fox Trot |
Silver Stars Band Conducted by Albert W. Ketelby |
Regal |
G7961 |
73405 |
July 1923 C |
C. Friend |
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In Other Words - From "The Bing Boys are Here" |
George Robey with Alhambra Orchestra |
Columbia |
L1035 |
6806 |
May 1916 C |
Clifford Grey & Nat D.Ayer |
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Excelsior |
Hughes Macklin & Thorpe Bates |
Columbia |
L1301 |
76100 |
June 1919 C |
Balfe, Longfellow |
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The Disorderly Room |
Tommy Handley & Company |
Zonophone |
2900 |
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Mar 1927 |
Blore |
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Lacquer Lady |
Melville Gideon |
HMV |
C1284 |
Cc 8917-3 |
Sept 1 1926 |
Gideon |
The composer as a recording manager and conductor - A convoluted song from revue - A popular ballad as my grandmother would have heard it - The previous two song parodied, and lots more besides - A painting comes to life, theatrical effects in the 1920s.
Excelsior
The shades of night were falling fast,
As through an Alpine village passed
A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice,
A banner with the strange device,
Excelsior!
His brow was sad; his eye beneath,
Flashed like a falchion from its sheath,
And like a silver clarion rung
The accents of that unknown tongue,
Excelsior!
In happy homes he saw the light
Of household fires gleam warm and bright;
Above, the spectral glaciers shone,
And from his lips escaped a groan,
Excelsior!
"Try not the Pass!" the old man said;
"Dark lowers the tempest overhead,
The roaring torrent is deep and wide!"
And loud that clarion voice replied,
Excelsior!
"O stay," the maiden said, "and rest
Thy weary head upon this breast!"
A tear stood in his bright blue eye,
But steel he answered with a sigh,
Excelsior!
"Beware the pine tree's withered branch!
Beware the awful avalanche!"
This was the peasant's last Good-night,
A voice replied, far up the height,
Excelsior!
At break of day, as heavenward
The pious monks of Saint Bernard
Uttered the oft-repeated prayer,
A voice cried through the startled air,
Excelsior!
A traveler, by the faithful hound,
Half-buried in the snow was found,
Sill grasping in his hand of ice
The banner with the strange device,
Excelsior!
There in the twilight cold and gray,
Lifeless, but beautiful he lay,
And from the sky, serene and far,
A voice fell, like a falling star,
Excelsior!
The Disorderly Room
