Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1879-03-27
pass THE PERFESHY
How LOtta's Manager Made a Fight
Against a Pair Of Dead Beats.

II.
was standing in the street entrance of
Hooleys the other evening contem-
plating with extreme satisfaction the
procession that was passing into the
house, when his attention was especi
ally called to two young men with
noisily checkered ulsters and enor
nous diamonds, who were comforting
with some earnestness with the junior
Hooley, who presides at the box Office.
" Want pass, | suppose" thought he.
Don't get it this time, all the same"
Presently he saw the treasurer point
him out, and directly after the pair
approached.
say your name Schofeld?" asked
one Of them.
=" Yes, sir.
f" are you the manager of this here
Yes"
" DO you pass the perfesh?"
The what?"
The perfesh."
" What's that p
" Aw, don't screw yerself too high.
Do you pass the perfesh ?"
" DO you mean the profession ?"
" Why cert-the perfesh."
" That depends. Who are you?"
!" We're McGlannahan and Nc
Glabberty."
:, What do you do?'
Each instantly put hand to the
others nearest shoulder and danced
three or four steps as they sang;
. OH | hate to tell,
But then / must
winding up by suddenly raising their
hats and striking an attitude.
Song and dance men, are you?
Sorry, but | can't pass YOU
Wh-w-well, I'll be blamed, "
said one, incredulously astonished.
You don't pass the perfesh ?"
Why" explained Mr. Schofeld.
L can't let you in-I'm turning peo
pie away from the house that want to
pay money to get in. How do you
suppose | can afford to give you
room?
!, Then Z = you won't pass us2n
That settles it. Your names 5
Schofeld, is it?" (producing a piece
Of paper)
" Yes, my names Schofeld.
Got pencil? Lemme take it.
Mr.. SchOfeld let him take it.
How do you spell that there un.
godly name Of yOurs?" preparing to
note the spelling).
"S-c-h-o-f-i-e-l-d, Schofeld."
"S-k-o-w-, Do you know what
| am going to do?"
No"
I'm goin' to give it to you in the
perfesh. I'm goin' to write you up
strong and send il to my friend Frank
Queen, Of the Clipper"
"Oh you are, are you?" And here
about Mr.. Schofeld began to look ex.
traordinarily quiet.
"Yes, | am. S-k-o-hue | can't
spell your beastly old name-write il
down yerself. | want to get it lust
right, ! want to let you have it SO
nobody'll be able to mistake it"
Gimme that paper and pencil. !"
said Mr. Schofeld, with sudden en-,
ergy. I'll write it for you, plain
enough. Therel' writing against the
WALL. y. b; Schofeld, bigawd,
There Send that wherever you like,
and tell 'em | don't pass hamfatters
nor beats, in the perfesh' or out of it.
Dye hear ?"
"All right. You'll hear from us
Not if | can help it, | won't"
"The dod-banged BEATS" solilo-
quized Scho6eld, when they had gone.
Dog lam their cheek. Write me up,
will they bod lam their optics r'
Mr. Hooley called him up stairs at
this juncture, and the incident was
forgotten. Half an hour later, Mr..
Nichols stopped him at the door, with
Mr.. Schofeld, ! thought you were
giving no passes this week"
" / amt"
3" Well, look at this. A couple of
glue brothers brought this in
little while ago."
Mr.. Schofeld looked at it. There
was no mistaking the trick. The gem
tlemen of "the perfesh" had taken
his wrathfully-given signature and
written over it the simple preface,
" Pass Two.
Where are they now" he asked.
Inside. Shall | fetch them out?"
Not by any means. Go take
them into one of the boxes, and send
EN- quart bottle at my expense.
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