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It’s Six o’Clock in the Mushroom
Above the sound of running water trills a happy, girlish voice. That is Ruth. She is in the bathtub. She is singing, or upon closer con­ centration, one may almost hazard a guess that she is harmonizing. The notes soar, they fall, they cease altogether for a space of perhaps two
minutes, (the soap must he lost) and then burst forth anew into a wdd
reproduction of a favorite hit of the day. The song has variations, many and always different, which make it impossible for one ever to tire of the unmistakable melody which appears here and there in the song.
The voice is strong, powerful, free and unrestrained, as it soars aloft, and one feels a distinct sense of guilt at thus blighting such talent while asking the owner to be a trifle less vehement. At the harsh words of unapprecia- tion the notes falter, then die away with an aggrieved choke, and a dead
silence reigns over all.
c. L., ’30.
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