"I have to be on duty at my wigwam." "Oh, come along; the wigwam won't run away.

At least promenade up and down once with me." So Azalea came, laughingly, and the two walked grandiloquently into the focus of the camera.
"And there is a man making phonograph records," young Gale went on.
"Come over there, Zaly, and we'll have a joust of words, and record it on the sands of time!" "What do you mean ?" asked Azalea, interestedly, for she had no knowledge of some of the performances going on.
She went with Raymond and found a crowd waiting at the booth where the phonograph man was doing business.

His plan was to make a record for any customer who cared to sing, recite or soliloquise for him.

Mothers gladly brought their infant prodigies to "speak pieces" and went away proudly carrying the records that could be played in their homes for years to come.

Aspiring young singers made records of their favourite songs.