Stupid me! I just put myself in an awkward position by poor typing, thinking in shorthand, and completely mucking up two different issues. I do this too often, and it bothers me that i can be so inept.
DR Ginny, the old Willis building in Cincinnati was a huge shop with a floor of instruments, one of recordings, and one of music. I saw it get smaller and smaller, but these filing cabinets of sheet music were like Monte Cristo's island: a vault where you could find vocal scores and printed songs out of print for years. Each drawer was a mystery, and who knew what treasure from 1910 or 1930 would turn up within a folder. Shopping there was an adventure. I'm sure those contents were dumped years ago.