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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXXIX, Issue 8, 24 August 1907, Page 28

Yorkshire brass bands and the stories about them exercise the rivalry of the villages. At the Elm Tree Inn in a certain Y ork.hire village is told the story of a rival band, in which each member strove for mastery over his particular instrument—more particularly the man with the big drum. They won a prize, and marched playing from the station to the halting place in a side street. But the big drummer, absorbed in the mueio score, his careases and thumps, missed the turn, banged his way ahead for a quarter of a mile. Then he bumped up against a cart —turned, bewildered:— "Has tha seen owt o' a brass band!” he asked. "Ah've lost mine somewhere.”