Recorded Popular Music
- "American Patrol"
- Sousa's Band - "A Bird in a Gilded Cage"
- Harry Macdonough - "Doan Ye Cry, Mah Honey"
- S. H. Dudley - "The Duchess Of Central Park"
- Harry Macdonough - "For Old Time's Sake"
- Will F. Denny - "Just Because She Made Dem Goo-Goo Eyes"
- Dan W. Quinn - "Lead, Kindly Light"
- The Haydn Quartet - "A Love-Lorn Lily"
- Harry Macdonough - "Ma Blushin' Rosie"
- Albert C. Campbell - "My Sunflower Sue"
- Arthur Collins with The Metropolitan Orchestra - "O! That We Two Were Maying"
- Harry Macdonough & Florence Hayward - "Strike Up the Band"
- Dan W. Quinn - "Tell Me Pretty Maiden"
- Lyric Theatre Chorus p. Paul Rubens - "When Reuben Comes To Town"
- Dan W. Quinn on Victor Records - "When You Were Sweet Sixteen"
- Jere Mahoney - "Where The Sweet Magnolias Grow"
- Haydn Quartet
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