excerpt from 'W.F. Frame Tells His Own Story' pp. 35 (120 words)
excerpt from 'W.F. Frame Tells His Own Story' pp. 35 (120 words)
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In those times “Fast” days were not feast days as now. On a “Fast” day, one had either to go to the kirk, or keep to the house; and woe betide the man who, on such a day, ventured forth with even the semblance of a smile on his face. Those were the days of blind bigotry―a reduced mixture of the “Inquisition” and “Star Chamber.” In any case I gave my first concert out in Campsie on a “Fast” day. I was accompanied by quite an array of talent, Hamilton Corbett being one of the artistes, and I presented a gold medal to the best comic singer. We had a very meagre treasury, but we had lots of fun[.] |
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