Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1882-04-08
Bill Nye Interviews Oscar.

Inc esthetlc editor of the BOOnerdnq Bill
Nye, has been interviewing his great English
brother, and in his mad infatuation and enthu-
siastic admiration thus gushes over Oscar:
We went down the overland train Thursday
evening to see the great esthete. We picked
him out without any trouble, and tackled him
for quiet little talk all by ourselves
Mr. Wilde is very tall, with face like broad
axe We told him that our name was Nye. the
great wyoming esthete. He smiled like the
rOlling-mill and shook hands,
He wore soft hat and kind of steel-colored
velvet sack coat. He also wore his hands in his
pockets clear up to his elbow joint. He wears
kind OF Byron collar and necktie the color of
diseased liver. His pants were of gray ma
terlal and held in place with pale pink gum
suspenders These were shown as he STONED
over. his coat being cut just below the shoulder
blades: His shoulder blades are high and intel
lectual.
He wears his hair long, with hay and little me-
mentoes from the sleeping car in it. His face is
thin, and when buried in piece Of pie must be
CHASTITY sight.
Mr. Wilde's teeth are evidently his own. No
body could make teeth like them and escape the
vigilance committee. They are broad and prom
inent, with tendency to 90 out and look for
air. He does not seem strong, but his breath
proves this impression to be erroneous. Mr..
Wilde wore a silk handkerchief the color Of the
Illustrations found in public documents describ-
ing the cattle plague.
He spoke Of various topics with seductive
drawl, weighing his Timber, angle-worm legs as
he spoke, and posing like O giraffe with the
collie for the benefit Of the ladies who stood near
He wipes his nose in q languid vet soulful wav
that makes you wish he would do so again.
We asked him when he would return to Eng
land, and he tossed his name In the air and said.
Z" All! don't know whether shall survive or
not" -
"You get good deal of free advertising. I
see" said the Boomerang man. gnawing a little
fragment from an irregular piece of navy and
thoughtlessly stepping on the patent leather
shoe of the great esthete.
"Oh, yes!" said o., as he Strengthened up and
extended his neck up through his collar till you
could see the scOlloped edge Of his chemise
Yes, sir Most too much Of it. Still it paws
moderately well, he, he, he. However it is
absolutely stupid Of them to make such beastly
and peculiar little jokes upon me, We know"
with him before the train left. which we NAV
give to the public after awhile, but at present
space forbids.
Mr.. Wilde's complexion is very pallid. with
here and there little pimple that relieves the
monOtOny some He wears no beard or mus
tache at all, but makes mp for that with large
growth OF hair on his head, which falls In grace
full festoons over his shoulders like horses tail
over an olive green dashboard He Ia inst "a
full OF soul az he can be. and walks and
breathes. and exists like twO-year-old steer in
cabbage grove. He smiles eyery little while
like colicky baby in its sleep, and signs and
places himself in statuesque positions as though
something had given away In his apparel and he
was trying to keep his ethereal pantaloons on
TILL people looked the other way.