Hugh Pendexter,
Whittaker Burnham's Musicale
(1907)
“ Then, as the true import flashed home to all three, they became galvanized into an intensity of motion and danced madly around the machine, calling encouragement into the horn, with the clerk trumpeting through his hands to make the singer hear; but the old man kneeling beside the prostrate woman heeded none of it."Hello, Bob! Hello! This is me! Don't ye know me?" implored the clerk, standing on one leg."And sweet Alice lies under the stone," the liquid voice replied."Bob! Bobbie! I say, Bob! Come out!" hoarsely begged the veteran, stumping his stiff leg to command attention. ”
