The favourite soprano, after apologising for her cold, sang; “I’ll hang my harp on a weeping willow tree-e-ee,” then coughed, and cleared her throat, and started again. “On a weeping willow tree-d-ee, oh! ” Her voice cracked on the high note. She tried agaih. Then came a voice from the back of tho hall: “ Try hanging it on . a lower, branch, miss.”. . . ■
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Evening Star, Issue 20613, 13 October 1930, Page 7
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