River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1877-03-15

lone day about the case, and was star
tiled by voice from the multitudlnou:
linen folds.
"0pen the box open the box y said
1.-THE voice.
"Who are you g" asked one visitor
more venturesome than the rest.
"I'm descendant of the Pharoahs, y
answered the voice.
"What do you want -
"Ask yourself. Your COMPOUNDED
Yankee curiosity has walked me up
from the sleep of ages. Open the
lboxp
"What' s your name 2"
"Signor BlitZ," answered the voice,
and the great yentriloquist made him.
self known.
The Signor while in Nova Scotia was
approached by an old orange woman
with a basket of delicious fruit. He
bought an orange for sixpence, and
cutting it in half drew from the GEN.
tire golden sovereign. This perform.
ance was repeated with another orange,
the old woman looking on with amaze
ment. He was about to take third
from her basket, when she snatched it
away and vowed he should have no
more sovereigHs for a sixpence.
| Introduced to 3 very solemn clergy
man in Hartford, Conn.,, that gentle
man abruptly denounced the signor
for performances which were ''dan-
gerous to the welfare of mankind, +"
and much more of the same sort. In
lterTupting him the signor plucked a
pack of playing cards from the pocket
of his ministerial coat and withdrew a
Idice-bOx and dice from his clerical hat.
lSignOr BlitZ was troubled with no
more orthodox objections from that
gentleman.
I'm the old Sixth street market, Phil
ladelphia, he bought dozen eggs for
twenty-four cents from stolid Dutch
man. ''Clear as water nit a we'll
bucket, eh :" remarked the vendor, as
he handed them over.
The signor broke one, and there
came peeIing through the aperture
first feathered head and then a whole
canary bird, which sang sweetly to
the man of eggs.
The SignOr's fun-making propensity
seems to have been irresistible, and
found expression in all manner of
startling ways and places. He made
negro cry out from within his trunk
ON one occasion, and came near being
arrested as an abolitiOnitS. lie
made his horse talk, and the brighten.
ed hOstler could not be Induced to re-
enter the stable. So the signor Was
himself compelled to groom the ami
NAL. His favOrite resort seems to
have been in the market-places, where
he gave voice to chickens and pigs and
fish and even oysters, to the great con-
fusion of the market-people. But
when he had had his laugh the kind
hearted professor never failed to make
good any loss. direct or indirect, that
his victims might have suffered. His
benevolence was comprehensive, and
it was said of him that he gave way
half of what he made in charity. In
the island of st. John, however, IAN offer
to give to the poor the proceeds of one
of his entertainments was refused him
by the village pastor. what y said
the shepherd, receive aims for the
poor from wiZard-a bewitched
hand Oh, no! What spiritual grace
would flow upon the object IN dis
tress -
During the war he gave one hundred
and thirty-twO free entertainments be-
fore sixty-three thousand soldiers,
who had congregated in the various
hospitals in Philadelphia, besides con-
'tributing considerable sums of money
in aid of the sick and wounded.
He enjoyed friendly relations with
many distinguished men. Calling upon
n, - - - <koN1 e,
rooms in Washington, Signor Blitz
asked his influence to procure for him
"a government appointment.
'What Office do you wish!" asked
Mr.. Webster, somewhat astoniShed.
ITO count the treasury notes." said
the signor. "You may give me one
hundred thousand dollar bills to count
and watch me closely, and you would
only find seventy-fve thousand when |
returned them"
''Signor," exclaimed Mr.. Webster,
with lively animation, "there are bet
ter magicians here than you, for there
would not be $4,000 left when they
had finished counting"
Once, certainly, the famous magician
was non .plussed. A bright boy of ten
years was assisting him upon the plat
form, when the professor proposed to
pass every piece of silver into his
pockets. The boy shook his head, de-
claring that the "signor could not do
that"
''Why not :" asked Signor BlitZ.
I'Because I've only one pocket,
chirruped the child, land that's got a
big hole in it.