HOW MY FATHER CAME TO SING IN A BOYS CHOIR.

HOW MY FATHER CAME TO SING IN A BOYS CHOIR. I can’t sing. My father couldn’t either. This is not just understatement. I have been repeatedly assured by people who should know that I can’t sing.. I posted yesterday about how Jim Crowley (of the Four Horsemen of Notre Dame) was a classmate of my father’s. Naturally, his athletic talent made him a hero to his classmates. There came a time that the nuns came to each classroom for auditions for the boys choir. When it was Jim Crowley’s turn, he said, “I can’t sing, sister.” When it was my father’s turn, he said (truthfully) the same thing. When the twelve singers were announced, the nun read off nine names, and then said, “And Jim Crowley, Elmer Schaefer and Walter Schaefer because we know you can sing.” My father didn’t know how his brother Walter was chosen because his brother couldn’t sing. All went well because nine of the boys could really sing. Then one day, only my father and his brother showed up. The organist told them after a couple minutes the equivalent of “I can take it from here.”