[GreenKeys] Fwd: "The Typewriter Song" by Leroy Anderson

[Jim Haynes]

On Sun, 12 Feb 2017, Don Robert House wrote:

> "The Typewriter Song" by Leroy Anderson
> <http://www.youtube.com/watch_popup?v=G4nX0Xrn-wo&sns=em>
>
For a really cute take on Leroy Anderson google for j-marimba and
find Anderson's Sleigh Ride.  Bunch of kids who play amazingly well.

And I'm sure I have posted this before, and don't have any music to
go with it, but



 	Song of the Teletype

 	by Virgil Smith

 	Occasionally electrical disturbances as well as mechanical
 	failures disrupt the smooth flow of news on the national
 	teletype circuits of the news services.  When a teletype
 	operator sees that an item he is punching out correctly
 	is being jumbled in transmission, he sends "bust it."
 	which means throw it away and we'll start over.  Before
 	starting over, however, he usually sends the "quick brown
 	fox" sentence - which contains every letter of the alphabet -
 	to make sure that the machine is working right.  Some of
 	the jumble in this poem was actually picked off a news
 	machine in the office of the Portland Oregonian one
 	static-charged night.

 		In the wire room, where the teletype
 		Brings in the news by day and night
 		"Clack-clackety-clack," like a train on a track
 		Static is a foe, an editor's woe.
 		When the northlights flash or the sun spots glow
 		Jumbling the words on the news machine
 		Into hit and miss, something like this:
 		Strum ditty boom - by ninety-seven wained
 		Hamp city trilled, norses maned
 		Shang dang fro dough, neder vent
 		I m dard kaptured, dree pay sent
 		On ritish gains
 				wust it
 					bust it....Oh,
 		The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog's back.
 		This is the song of the teletype.

 		When blizzards howl, and gang guns bark
 		New battles rage - what a night! -
 		That's when this thing goes, "Ding, ding ding,
 		Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding."
 		They're "hits" on the wire: the bell's to inquire:
 		"Where's the trouble? Get it fixed on the double."
 		For the wire room's grist looks like this:
 			Goo fanny rand, nightly rains,
 			Z noo rilled, aeroplanz
 			Northlight, sight bit, main line vent
 			Rum do dad da, tailpiece bent,
 			Wust it
 				tust it
 					shust it
 						bust it! Oh,
 		The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog's back.
 		This is the song of the teletype.