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Not when it's a steam whistle. Which were apparently used to make a cheerful noise in American fairgrounds - merry-go-rounds and such. I had a poetry anthology which got left behind in our last move: it contained a poem by an American writer whose name I forget, but someone on this site will probably know. His poem is'spoken' by a calliope which flatly rejects the 'correct' pronunciation: it insists on being called a call-yope, can't recall its exact spelling, to celebrate its happy, noisy, energetic American working-class identity. The point being that the men who operated it didn't have a classical education and did their best with what they saw in front of them. It's a good poem! I'm sorry I lost it.