Knoxville daily chronicle. [volume] (Knoxville, Tenn.) 1870-1882, 1882-04-13
Bill Nye Interviews Oscar.

The athletic editor of the Boomer.
ang, Bill Nye, has been interviewing
his great English brother, and in his
mad infatuation and enthusiastic adj
miration thus gushes over Oscar:
We went down the overland train
Thursday evening to see the great
aesthetic. We picked him out withs
out any trouble and tackled him for
a 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 Wyom-
ing Bthete. He smiled like the roll
ing mill and shook hands.
He wore a soft hat and q kind OF
steel-colored velvet sack coat. He
also wore his hands in. his pockets
clear up to his elbow joint. He wears
a kind of Byron collar and necktie
the color Of a diseased liver. His
pants were of a gray. material and
held in place with pale pink gum
suspenders. These were shown as
stopped 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 mememtoes from the sleep
ing car in it. His face is thin and
when buried in a piece of pie must
be CHASTITY sight
: Mr.. Wilde's teeth are evidently
his own. Nobody could make teeth
like them and escape the vigilance
committee. They are broad and
prominent, with a tendency to go
out and look for air. He does not
seem strong, but his breath proves
this impression to be erroneous.
Mr.. Wilde wore silk handkerchief
the color of the illustration found in
public documents describing the cat,
tie plague.
He spoke of various topics with q
seductive drawl, wiggling his Timber,
angle-worm legs as he spoke and
posing like giraffe with the colo,
for the benefit of the ladies who
stood near. He wipes his nose in a
languid yet soulful way, that makes
you wish he would do SO again.
We asked him when he would re-
turn to England, and he tossed his
name in the air and said: 49,
sAhl I don't know whether shall
survive or not.
'You get good deal of free adver-
Using, I see, said the Boomerang
map, gnawing little fragment from
an irregular piece of navy and thought:
lessly stepping on the patent leather
shoe of the great aesthetic.
ooh, yes!" said Os., as he straight
ened 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
pays moderately we'll, he, he, he.
However, it is absolutely stupid of
them to make such beastly and pc,
culiar little jokes upon me, yeknow."
We had good deal more confden>
tial talk with him before the train
left, which we may give to the public
after while, but 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 up for that
with a large growth of hair on his
head, which falls in graceful festoons
over his shoulders like a horses tail
over an olive green dashboard. He
is just as full of soul as he can be,
and walks, and breathes, and exists
like two year>old steer in a CABS
bage grove. He smiles every 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.