St. Landry democrat., 1879-05-10
"PASS THE PERFESH?"

"PAsS THE PERFESH? 2"
How Is Manager Made Fight .Against a
Pair of Deadbeasa.
CHICAGO ines
john Schofeld, L)tta's manager, was
standing in the street entrance of Hoo.
ley's the other evening, contemplating
with extreme satisfaction the procession
that was passing into the house, when
MIS- attention Eas especially drawn to
two young men with noisilv checkered
ulsters and enormous diamonds, who
were comforting in come earnestness with
the junior Hooley, who presides at the
box Office. Want pass, I suppose
thought he. Don't get it this trip, all
the same" Presently he saw the treas
urer point him out, and directly after
The pair approached.
Say, your name ochoheld p asked
ore of them Yes, sir.o
"Are you the manager Of this here
show ?" Yes"
Do you p.ss the perlesh % "The
what?"
the pertesh." What's that y"
"Aw, dou't screw yourself too high.
D. YOU pass the peresh ?" " Do you
mean the proe sion?"
Why cert - the per'esh." That
depends. Vino are you?"
We're NJ, G.annahan and McGlab-
berty" What do you do?"
E.ch instantly put hand to the
others shoulder, and danced three or
Jour steps as they sang:
Oh! hate to tell,
But then | must.
winding up by suddenly raising their
hats and striking al attitude.
Song and dance men, are you? Sorry,
but can't pas y IT,"
Wh-w-well, III be blamed,n said
one, incredulously astonished. You
don't pass the per esh 90
Why" explained Mr.. Schofeld, Il
can't let you in-I'm turning people
away from the house that want to pay
money to get in. How do you sup
pose can afford to give you room ?"
Then you won't pass us?" No.
THAT settles it. Your names Scho-
field, is it p (producing piece of paper
Yes, my names Scho6eld."
Got pencil? Lemme. taKe it." Mr..
Schufeld let him take it.
low do you spell taat there ungodly
nsme of yours? 2" preparing to note the
peIling Sc h-ofi e-l d, Sch, field"
IS k-o-w-. DO you know what
I'm goin' to do p mo"
I'm going to give it to you in the
pere-h. I'm go'n' to write you up
s'rong and send it to my friend Frank
Queen, of the Clipper"
oh ! You are, are you?" And
hareabout Mr.. Schofeld began to look
extraordinarily quiet.
Yes: I am. Sk.o hue. [ can't
spetl your beastly old name-write it
down yerselt. I want to get it just
right. I want to let you have it so
nebody:ll be able to mistake it."
Gimme that paper and pencil,' said
Mr.. Scho6eld, with sudden energy.
"Tll write it for you, plain enough.
There!' (writing against the wall.)
j. B. Schofeld, bigawd. There! Send
that wherever you like, and tell 'em I
don't pass hamfatters nor beats, in the
pertesh or out of it. Dye heal ?"
"All right. You'll hear from US
again"
"Not if can help it, I won't"
"The dod- banged BEATS" sol,loqnized
Scho6eld, when they had gone. Dog
lam their cheek. Write me up: will
they! D,d-lam their opticsn'
Mr. Hooley called him up stairs at
t. is iuncture, and the incident was soon
f'rgotten. Half an hour later, Mr..
Nichols stopped him at the door. "Mr.
sch56eld, / thought you were giving no
passes this week."
"I amt"
"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 gentlemen
O the per esh" had taken his wrath
y>given signature and written over it
the simple preface Pass Two.'
" Wnere are they now p he asked.
Inside. Shall | fetch them out?'
" Not by any mea IS. Go take them
into one of the boxes, and send 'em
quart bottle at my expense"