Biography:John Hand

John Hand
Given name:	John "Johnny"
Middle name:
Family name:	Hand
Place of birth:
Place of death:	Chicago, Ill.
Year of birth:	c. 1829
Year of death:	1916
Profile:	Musician
Source of information:	https://books.google.com/books?id=mnJJAQAAMAAJ&pg=PA117&lpg=PA117&dq=%22johnny+hand%22+fiddle&source=bl&ots=ng6UC5Qv-E&sig=ACfU3U0HhHsSb15NA1J7KwDKu4SxXwTH Q&hl=en&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjbuaDetazpAhUPneAKHcoVB6gQ6AEwDnoECCMQAQ#v=onepage&q=%22johnny%20hand%22%20fiddle&f=false

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This obituary appeared in Unity of Oct., 26, 1916, and may be (although no direct connection has been established) the Johnny Hand credited with several tunes in Ryan's Mammoth Collection (1883).

"Johnny Hand" is dead, Chicago's greatest fiddler. He was a little German, who, sixty-five years ago, came from Germany as a modest wood carer and cigar maker, but he brought with him we suspect, as a part of the immigrant "luggage", a fiddle--not a violin, but a plain fiddle, and he was simply a fiddler who could compel heel and toe to keep time to his fiddling. Latterly, he became a "violinist", the "leader of an orchestra."

He began in fiddling for barn dances; he ednded in playing the violin at millionaire weddings. He became the indispensable ornament at swell functions, the pride and admiration of proud dames and famous capitalists. But all this time he was simpley "Johnny Hand." He laid aside his carver's tools, he wore a top hat, but still he was the magician of the bow.

Johnny Hand lived almost eight-eight years. He probably was one of the best beloved, most widely known personalities in Chicago. The sentance in Jack Lait's appreciative tribute in the Chicago Herald, that most impressed the present writer, who is dull of ear and heavy of foot, was this: "In those days, the girls who now are mistresses of mansions on the Lake Shore Drive, would capture Johnny and his violin to give spirit to sleigh-rides to far away points over roadless snow-drifts to a barn for the dance where he 'called-off' as well as played.

Is the "calling-off", a social quadrille dance where there was grace and spirit and where each one of the eight came in due time to bow and touch the hand and trip the toe to every other one in the set, lost for ever? And is there nothing left for clean-minded, high-spirited joyful young men and women but the inane, listless, ungraceful and oftentimes disgraceful jig-jig-jiggledy of the "one-step" and the "turkey trot"? The most spiritless, unintellectual, hopelessly stupid gathering in modern life is the respectable dance, as conducted nowadays. At these functions young people, and old people, too, try to persuade themselves that the dances, originated in unrespectable places, are very nice, quite proper, "the thing to do, don't you know."

We believe in dancing; religion and morals may well take up the refrain: "On with the dance!" But give us back the dance of our forefathers, the dance of the log house, where the lively fiddle promoted sociability, health and courage. Let us again hear the summons to rhythmic feet: "Salute Your Partners! Grand Right and Left! all chassez; do-si-do! "Cross Over!" Ladies in the Center and Gents All Around! "Swing Your Partners!" and so on to the merry end. Oh, you "social workers", "settlement uplifters", advocates of "folk-dancing", prophets of "playgrounds," missionairies of "wholesome amusement," do something to save us form the inanities of nice dancing aside for they represented a worthy cause and one deadly stupidity.

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