I was digging clams in Dougall flats when suddenly I heard a low humming sound. I was able to trace it to a particular spot, and when I turned the mud over it got louder. Turned out to be a clam humming. I kept digging in the same area and turned up another dozen humming clams. Well, I took them home and made a bed for them out of the mud I found them in, and I worked with them for about 6 months. When they happened to hum on key and in harmony, I fed them a bit of corn meal. After long hours of this I got them to sing "Home of the Brave".

Word spread and I took them on tour all over the country. made a lot of money with them too. Then, I made a terrible mistake. I booked a European tour, and I boarded the Queen Mary bound for England. They even had their own stateroom so great was their fame, but, alas, we had just barely cleared Nantucket shoals when every one of them clams, up, took seasick
And died. (Marshall Dodge of "Bert & I"