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Updated: September 12, 2025


"Now let's forget him and have a good time." "Hurrah! Here comes the band!" shouted Hippy. The "Oakdale Military Band" took their places in the improvised bandstand and began a short concert before the game with the "Stars and Stripes," while the spectators unconsciously kept time with their feet to the inspiring strains.

The attention of every one including even the Amusements' Association band, which on this occasion, for the only time in its history, got out of tune was arrested by the amazing fact, and the still more amazing yapping and uproar caused by the fact, that a respectable, over-fed lapdog sleeping quietly to the east of the bandstand should suddenly fall through the parasol of a lady on the west in a slightly singed condition due to the extreme velocity of its movements through the air.

Father Brown jumped off the bandstand, his friend following; and as they walked in the direction indicated the trees fell away to right and left, and they saw a small, rather flashy hotel, such as is common in resorts the hotel of the Saloon Bar rather than the Bar Parlour.

Most Mexican towns are contented with one plaza; this one has three, following each other closely, separated only by single lines of narrow buildings. They are neatly planted, and supplied with bandstand and monuments.

Then it was that the populace went wild with joy; thousands of handkerchiefs fluttered, the cries of "Viva Venezia!" swelled and rent the air, until they were drowned by the inspiring notes of the Italian national tune, played by patriotic musicians in the bandstand at Florian's. Our little group shared in all the excitement, waving with the rest and joining in glad cries of "Urra! Urra!"

She did not comply with my request. She smiled instead. "I mind very much," her old voice said. "Now we have finished fighting, perhaps you will listen to the Meistersinger for it is worth listening to on that band and try to appreciate Baden while you are here. There are no more trains for hours." The wooded hills rose over the bandstand, against the bright blue sky.

Smart be-ribboned nurses carrying babies on white silk cushions tied with pink or blue rosettes, young married women with their children, stout mothers chaperoning the elaborate vivacity of their daughters, occupied seats near the bandstand, or lingered about the paths as they chattered and fanned themselves incessantly to the strains of the Intermezzo from Cavalleria Rusticana or some march of Verdi's.

Some sit outside Florian's and the other cafés; others walk round and round the bandstand; others pause fascinated beside the musicians. And so it has been for centuries, and will be.

The Bandstand in the Square. Many interesting little affairs happened in the Bandstand in the Grand Place beneath our laboratory windows. One Sunday evening in June a khaki-clad figure ascended a pulpit which had been improvised there; the seats in front of him were filled with rows of generals, colonels and other officers.

"Come on, that's our cue!" shouted one, as the band struck up a new tune. "I I can't run. I'm too fat." "We'll help you." And they did. With a clown on either side of him, Teddy was rushed through the silk curtains and out past the bandstand, his feet scarcely touching the ground. Part of the time the clowns were half dragging him, and at other times carrying him.

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