The Morristown gazette. [volume] (Morristown, Tenn.) 1867-1920, 1876-09-20
NUMBER 20.

the crowd. There is usually the
funny man, the serious man, and the
| handsome man,
/ The fnnny man is generally spare
angular chap. with sandy hair, and
freckled. with no pretentions to good
looks but with constant expression
of good humor, that redeems his ma
tive ugliness. He is full of wit and
repartee, but never indulges in a
guffaw his laugh usually a broad
grin, never passing beyond a convul-
sive snicker He is the motor OF
the crowd; without him matters
would be as fiat as a ducks back.
The serious man is also thin in
'dividual; dark haired and heavily
freckled; with cropped sugar-loaf
head, and ears of generous growth;
large mouth lined with good teeth.
He usually laughs behind time, and
when he does cachiuate, he roars
like bull; and his jokes are funny
from their sudden. production. He
is the perspective, the back ground,
the relieve of the funny man, and
usually patronized in wilfulness by
the gayest girl of the crowd.
/ The handsome fellow ia a medium
sized rather stout young fellow, with
q pet moustache, and curly hair
floating considerable hair oil and
glossy in consequence. One pet
curl over his left temple he prizes as
a warrior his scalp-Iock. He laughs
usually in the medium manner, ap-
provingly, half critically
The funny man fits from chair to
chair. Wien seated, he gets on the
verge of his seat, leans forward, ges-
ticulates with his chin, and persist
emily rubs both knees with his hands
as if he were rowing.
The serious maa takes. a corner
seat and remains as if secured by
shoemaker's wax; both hands clamp
ed between his knees, his legs laying
around like the spanker booms of a
schooner. The only time he moves
is when spark pops out on the car
pet when he transfgures the CLEAN.
ing spot with stamp like a trip
hammer.
The handsome man usually sits
diagonally on his chair, his legs
double backed in parallel lines, his
right arm falling perpendicnlarly his
hand at his breeches outlet; his left
arm flirting q highly scented pocket
handkerchief. When be laughs, he
raises that handkerchief to the ze-
NTH, ducks his curly head behind the
chair back. sticks his left leg out
horizontally to bring it down with a
stamp.
have particularized the leading
trio, as upon them rests the success
Of the evening and 1 am afraid to
select any lady for especial promi-
nence.
Music commences-"Sw Belle
Malone" t'Aileen Aroon," etc. One
piece seems favorite, introducing
the crossing of hands, the left hand
tickling the upper notes, the right
punching the lower ones. The Young
lady looks up at her music turner,
exclaiming, "What did yoa say?''
He says something. She bends her
self almost double over the KEYS,
Grams her handkerchief in her mouth,
while he throws himself back and
exclaims; ''Tit. tit, tit, tit-tah, haw,
haw, haw r And so it goes. The
funny man says, Whats the Joke ~
The serious man pumps out dry
remark. Then two Of the young la.
dies whisper together a moment;
the two braided, pretty heads fly
! apart; and one young Eve slaps her
companion on the knee, screaming
out, 81 thought should die p The
funny man says, "Why didn't you
die? p and is answered, "Obi YOU
h,u-u-u-sh." So goes the evening,
drag, music. chatter, litter; litter,
again, chatter, music, drag, until sup
per is announced.
Why describe the supper? Four
lamps, all sizes and patterns; two
sperm candies. white cake, black,
pound cake, sponge cake, light bread,
gingerbread, fap-doodle, flip-hap,
sweet pickles and candy. Such q
time over suggestions, as to wedding
supper, motto lozenges. and sugar.
Is it not writ tin the book, Every
thing passeth man cometh up as q
tiower-(but don't look like one)-.
we are born to die p Suppers made
to be eaten, and dishes to be wash
ed. The parting hour has come.
''You must come see me."a "You
are making yourself quite a strang-
err" where's my lantern n "Tom,
you quit it'' Good night" floats
out on the evening air the scuffling
of feet, the sucking sound of fare
well kisses. most aggravating to es-
corts. and putting the funny man to
his best efforts, are over. As the
lanterns diverge and hit like light.
ming bugs through the darkness, an
occasional stumble or a rippling
laugh sounds the requien Of the sur
prise party afr BRIC-A-I5RAC.