The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1883-12-26
public through lawsuit in California, shows
how Aippantly people talk about a public
mans integrity.
SOME NEW YORK NorABLEs.
Thomas Mast, ''Plunger" Walton, Theodore
Tiiton, John Hay and Josh Billings.

| Thomas Mast, ''PIunger" Walton, Theodore
Tiiton, John Hay and Josh Billings.
Chicago News Letter.
/ met "Plunger'' Walton in the World
| building elevator the other day. He was go
! ing up to his street-cleaning bureau office.
You would never take him for a hotel pro
prietor or a sporting man. Rather does he
resemble the gentleman who generally plays
the cello in German band. He is short and
| fat; his eyes are small and his face is a sign
OF high living; his nose is thick and SEEM
| ingly homeless, while a heavy blonde mus
tache only partially conceals a mouth OF
thick lips He walks little lame from govt,
and is said to be the most popular man in
New York. On the quiet club men declare
that the "Plunger'' got plunged to the tune
of $500, 600 in England during the past rae
ing season, and that he is really poor man
to-day.
Poor Lester Wellackl He has never re-
covered from his four weeks starring" in
Haverly's Chicago theater, last summer
met him at the Star Theater on Wednesday
| afternoon, and he was looking gray and mis-
cradle, and walking with very pronounced
limp. Gout, that brand of wine suppers and
| terrapin soup, is indelibly stamped upon the
muscles of his right leg, and the once elegant
Elliot Grey, of ''Rosedale," is almost used
up. He says he caught cold on Haverly' s
stage, you know; but that is 'all in me eye,
Betty Martin" you know.
The New York papers are asking, what
has become of Theodore Tilton?" He was
safe and sound in Strasburg Germany, not
long ago, educating mis- children. Brooklyn
people say he continues to support his wife
and her mother, and that he has money SUI
ficient to enable him to live nicely until the
time shall come when he will solve "the
problems of Gfe'' on the other side of Jor-
dan. AT any rate, it is just as well that Mr.
Tilton stays away from New York and his
old haunts. His presence here could bring
naught but grief and annoyance to number
OF people whose heads are checked pretty
high in the social harness.
Colonel John Hay, of Cleveland, has been
in New York several weeks and when asked
il he is really the author of 1.-THE Bread win
ners" he simply smiles. | understand he is
having some trouble getting his wife's share
| of the estate of her father, Amasa Stone
who died a suicide some time since and
that there is good prOsD ect for a heavy
law suit. Mr. Hay left the second place on
| the New York Tribune to become manager
of his father-in-law's estate, and perhaps he
didn't manage it so awfully successfully. A
newspaper man seldom cuts brilliant fig
ure as business manager. But Jonn Hay
will always be remembered as President
Llncolns conhdant and as the author OF
Little Brooches" and Jim Bludsoe" He is
stout. even bulky and affects waddling gait
that understand becomes peculiar to q man
after year or two of residence in Cleveland.
Josh Billings has been hobnobbing with the
Bohemians of Newspaper Row for ten days
past, and he seems to like the stuff set over
The Aston House bar He lectured tonight
on THE Probabilities of Life" and it WASH t
very funny. The ex-auctioneer looks the
| revised edition of a pirate of 1776 He is
| over six feet tall, very dark, with a close
cropped white beard and long; black hair.
| He wears big. black SLOUGH hat a la Lawyer
| Trude, and if he didn't swear every three
| seconds might be taken tor Kentucky back
woods parson. Yesterday Josh was linked
| arm in arm with Joe Howard, of the Herald,
who is rather small and slender, and /
thought to myself, What an awful time Joe
will have putting Josh to bed" However,
he may have turned in on the floor.
Speaking of Josh Billings reminds me tina
his old chum, "Th: Mast" is in the dumps.
| The true inwardness of NasI'S trouble with
| George William Curtis, editor of Harpers
| Weekly. has never come to light, but certain
| it is that the worlds greatest cartoonst finds
no place for his sketches in the paper his
genius made famous. His contract with the
| Harpers is for $40, 000e year for life, and he
draws 50, 500 every quarter with unfaltering
| regularity. l understand that he sends his
sketches to Harpers promptly every Monday
afternoon, and they are as promptly put in a
| dark pigeon hole. The Harpers will not use
| them, nor will they give up the contract, and
| hence Artist Mast is in queer position. He
| is now acting as secretary of the Mann Bou-
| doir Car Company, with an office on Cort-
| landt street, near Broadway. His friends
| say he is unhappy and aging very fast.
Funny, isn't it, that man with $4,000 a
year for life should be unhappy? If some
people had the earth, and it fenced in with
| barbed wire, they would still be unhappy.