Journal #1, January 29, 1931

I requested The Bells of St. Mary’s to be played for Mr. and Mrs. Cid Dalin at Helena over KFBF radio station at Gt. Falls.  It sounded nice, by Frank Lizen.

Apparently, Frank Lizen was an orchestra leader from Butte. A little internet searching turned up this newspaper article from The Prospector [1. The Prospector is the student-produced newspaper of Carroll College, located in Helena, Montana.] dated December 18, 1950:

Alumni, Students Will Meet at Butte Country Club

     Plans for the alumni-student dinner dance, to be held in the Butte Country club on December 27, have been completed and reservations are being made.

Letters of invitation have been sent to all alumni living within driving distance of Butte. Students are asked to make their reservations before noon on Wednesday, December 20. Dinner will be served at 7 p.m. Dancing will be from 9 to 1 and the music will be supplied by Frank Lizen and his orchestra.

     Reservations should be made with Bernard Byrne, chairman of the committee. About 125 couples attended the affair last year, he said.

And I also located this 1928 version of “The Bells of St. Mary’s” on YouTube by Nat Shilkret and the Victor Orchestra, with vocals by Franklyn Bauer. Click here to listen.

NOTES

Journal #1, January 28, 1931

Today it’s raining.  This [trip several days earlier] was a genuine Western Thrill.  I sure enjoyed it.  I made a wager no other woman in Marysville could follow my steps this day.

Journal #1, January 27, 1931

Mrs. Geo. Urman; Mrs. Fred Vincent; Mrs. John Korting were down.  We had coffee in my new perculator I got from Francis & Cid Dalin for Xmas.

Journal #1, January 26, 1931

I went with Alb. over to Towsley dressed for hiking and snow.  It was a stormy day.  We put on a sleigh and pulled up what he needed.  Got as far as Mt. Pleasant or at Bevers cabin, then along came Jerry Lauller, Tom Williams and Jim Wilhoit on there way over to the Dead Wood mine.  They took Alb. and I on the little box sled, we went up the back way came out on the ridge at Neeman’s mine.  Oh, the storm and wind was fierce.  I thot the side of my face was frozen.  I got behind Jerrie’s shoulder then down over the divide western slope to Bald Butte.  J. Lauller couldn’t hardly see to drive.  The team galloped down the int. side.  I was afraid the horses would stumble so we got in camp.  Went to the old home of the elderly Laullers, got warm, had a nice dinner of ham, pork, onions & potatoes, tea, coffee etc.  Lark Sandish was at the place.  Fed the team, a gray and mouse color horses.  (I had Mrs. Jno Korting to care for the things at home.)  After dinner, we went out around in to Penobscot where Elgi’s working down around to the tailings where Alb. and I then walked thro the timber & snow.  Came to my cabin in Friday gulch, loaded on the perishable food Christie had there, then around the loop in to Burkhead’s cabin in Towsley.  Alb. sure was tired & played out, so was I.  I couldn’t hardly lift my ft.  My legs & knees ached so.  We unloaded & went back up & got the potatoes, onions & Billie Burkhead’s saw.  I had to pull my legs up by the pant leg, they pained so.  We left home around 9 a.m., got thro walking at 5 p.m.  Had a nice mulligan supper made by Bill Burkhead.  I was so tired & sleepie I slept like a log.  Next morning I had breakfast.  I started up the Towsley Gulch about 9 a.m.  (Alb. came back with me as far as the Shannon mine.  We stayed on the top of the flat & hill to the Gloster & Shannon tramway, then came down the ridge to Shannon mine, and the snow was drifted a ft. deep.  At Lawrence Welsh’s claims, I met Earl Padbury & came on down to Kortings for the key in the evening.