The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1882-04-22
Bill Nye and Oscar Wilde.

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Bill Nye, had an interview with Oscar
Wilde, and he gives his experience
We went down to the overland train
Thursday evening to see the great
aesthetic. We picked him out without
any trouble and tackled him for
quiet little talk all by ourselves.
Mr.. Wilde is very tall, with a face
like a broad-ax. We told him that our
name was Nye, the great Wyoming
aesthetic He smiled like the rolling
mill and shook hands.
He wore soft hat, and kind of
steel-eolored velvet sack coat. He also
wore his hands IN his pockets clear up
to his elbow joint He wears kind
of Byron collar and a nectie the
color of a deceased liver. His pants
were of gray material and held III
place with pale pink gum suspenders
They were shown as he stopped over,
his coat being cut just below the
shoulder blades His shoulder blades
are high and intellectual.
He wears his hair long, with hay
and little mementOes from the sleeping
car in it. His face is thin, and when
buried in piece of pie must be
ghastly sight
Mr.. Wllde's teeth are evidently his
own. Nobody could make teeth like
them and escape the vigilance COM
mittee. They are broad and promin-
ent with 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 a silk
handkerchief the color of the illustra-
tions found in public documents de-
scribing the cattle plague.
He spoke of various. topics with a
seductive drawl, wiggling his Timber,
angle-worm legs as he spoke and posing
like giraffe with the collie, for the
benefit of the ladies who stood near.
He wipes his nose in a languid yet
solful way, that makes you wish he
would do so again.
We asked him when he would return
to England, and he tossed his name in
the air and said
"Ah y | don't know whether | shall
survive or not"
you get good deal of free adver-
tising, | sec" said the Boomerang
man, gnawing a little fragment from
an irregular piece of navy and thought
lessly stepping on the patent leather
shoe of the great esthcte.
ooh, yes !" said Os., as he straight
ened up and extended his neck up
through his collar till you could SEQ
the scolloped edge of his chemise.
eyes, sir. Most too much of it. Still
it pays moderately well, he, he, he:
However, it is absolusely stupid Of
them to make such beastly and pecu-
liar little jokes upon me, you know"
| We had a good deal more confden-
tial talk with him before the train
left, which we may give to the public
after while, but at present space for
bids.
Mr.. Wilde's complexion is very
pallid, with here and there little
pimple that relieves the monotony
some. He wears no beard or nous
tache at all, but makes up for that
with large growth of hair on his
head, which falls in graceful festoons
over his shoulders like Il 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 cabbage grove.
He smiles every little while like
collicky badly in its sleep, and sighs
and places himself in statuesque posi-
tions, as though something had been
given away in his apparel and he was
trying to keep his ethereal pantaloons
on till people looked the other way.