The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1883-05-01
A Talk With a Dude.
From lhe New York sun.


Al high noon a youth emerged from
the Brunswick and stood Tor a mo-
ment Ia the brilliant blaze of the A pri
sun lstlessly butioning his gloves
He was laGguid, sombre and inert.
Up ard down Fifth avenue stages
rumbled and roared, carriages whirlei
Tie doors of the hotel slammed incess
anily, brightly dressed women trippp,i
hr, men str0de bIisSly 10 and no
laughing nurse maids led groups u:
/ froilcSome children toward the park,
ard even the c:,5men whistled ard
sang IA they went about their work. Ii
was 4 cheerful scene.
The youth did not seem interested
in anything. Men who passed glanced
al him somewhat contemptu"us.v, or
with paipable sneers women looked
admirlngly.
He was narroY chested, and his
legs were tank and wavering. Oh his
head was bell-crosned English
beaver, With mourning band two
iucnes WIDE, and around his neck he
wore d collar or preposterous hei ght.
A drab covert coat, such as English
men wear when riding to a "meet."
was buttoned closely around his far
from robust figure. The garment was
so short that the ends of his spike
tailed coat fell far below it, producing
wierd and eerie effect. His rrnus-
ers were 50 tight that the uneven Con-
tour of bis legs inspired pity, and his
feet were squeezed into long and mar
row shoes. Over his breast dangled
single glass, and he wore Englise dog
skin gloves, the color Of ripe brick
dust. He held a silver-tipped cane
under his arm, and stood with one
foot far in advance of the other. His
hat was tipped back on his head, his
hair brushed forward at the sides, and
and he displayed evidences of vapid
mOustache. But the most noticeable
thing about him was the expression of
his face. He meant to appear
naughty. Instead he looked inso-
lent.
He was dude.
Presently another youth swung
around the corner. He was the count.
erpart of the first. and their attire was
precisely similar, even 10 the brick
dust gloves, they approached each
other sOlemnly. and then the new-com-
er drawled:
''How are you, my brave boy?"
'sEh ? On. | can't say as I'm too
brisk, don't chew know? I'm freak
ish to-day"
you look bit queer"
"Yaas, I've been in the eating
house here trying to very down bit
of a chop with sone shandygatf. How
are your
"Oh, I'm fine, YOU know. | took a |
tub this mawniDg, then tOoledi me
new cart up the avenue, and had n
good appe;oit for breakfast"
"Rathah decent fun"
"Yaas."
''See you at the club later
Upon which the newcomer. with a
face expressive of great exhaustion, am.
bIed away. The first youth still stood
in front of the hotel and gazed indif-
ferently about him. For long time
he stood there, while the Sun reporter
in the back ground regard
ng him with revereutial awe, and re-
iecting that the dude was the ONLY
hing in all the world that had rot
been interviewed. A little time pass
ID and then
81 beg your pardon said the re-
porter.
''Ow" asked the youth slowly.
81 beg your pardon"
"Oh," said the youth, and after
,'ancing casually at the reporter he
continued placidly. Il don't remem-
yer to have met you"
"No." said the reporter thoughtful
y, while the youth gazed upon him
With immense contempt, but / wish
o ask you question or two about a
natter of great importance"
''Oh, you don't say! Rather an
lrtful idea, I'm sure. What did you
wish to ask abOut?"
The dude"
The youth started, glanced sharply
It the reporter for an instant, and
hen resumed the air of Indifference as
he said, well? ?"
"There is widespread rumor down
own that cat chased a dude va
fifth rveuue Yesterday at sundown.'
"Oi. / say, said the youth with
ranquii mile. It's quite too bad,
lon't 81 q" know, to put it upon the
-er-aw-dude, y'know, loike that.