The whole brigade took a queer, perverse pride in the regimental band of the 6th Wisconsin-not because it was so good, but because it was so terrible. It was able to play only one selection, something called "The Village Quickstep," and its dreadful inefficiency {the colonel referred to it in his memoirs as "that execrable band"} might have been due to the colonel's quaint habit of assigning men to the band not for musical ability but as punishment for misdemeanors-or so, at least, the regiment stoutly believed. The only good thing about the band was its drum major, one William Whaley, who was an expert at high and fancy twirling of his baton. At one review, in camp around Washington, the brigade had paraded before McClellan, who had been so taken with this drum major's "lofty pomposity" {as a comrade described it} that he took off his cap in jovial salute-whereupon the luckless Whaley, overcome by the honor, dropped his baton ignominiously in the mud, so that his big moment became a fizzle.4
( Bruce Catton )
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