The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1884-08-12
"R R-R-REVANCHE."
How Two French Artists Avenged
the Wrongs OF France.

San Francisco Argonsut.
A Partisan painter recently died.
His name was Jundt. Partisan paint
ers often die. But they are not often
such droll fellows as was Jundt.
He was what the French call
mystifcateur. He delighted in mys-
terious jests. One of the most strik-
ing was this:
1t was during the Empire, and it
was at fancy dress ball. Jundt, in
connection with Vibert, another artist,
informed the leader of the orchestra
that at a certain hour they would
enter the ballroom in pursuance of a
certain plan, and arranged with him
for certain music. In all innocence
he consented.
When the hour arrived there was
crash from the orchestra, followed by
a fanfare from the horns. The great
folding doors were flung open.
Enter Napoleon-the great Napo-
leon-surrounded by his marshals.
The face of the emperor was perfect
so was every detail of costume.
So, too, were the faces of Lannes,
Berthier, Jundt. Ney, and the rest,
all clad in the brilliant uniforms of
the First Empire.
That strange and gorgeous group
slowly marched up the immense hall,
turned, and marched out again.
Everybody stared at everybody
else in amaZement.
There was another crash from the
orchestra.
Enter Napoleon III. His face, too.
was a perfect likeness so was every
detail of his uniform. But behind
him walked no brilliant staff. He
was followed only by a mouchard-a
police spy-attired in snuf-colored
paletot affected by that gentry on the
stage.
This pair, too, marched up the hall,
and then marched out again. Such
was the amazement of the bystanders
and attendants that no attempt was
made to stop them. In fact, the
guests may have imagined that it was
Napoleon LII himself.
But it was not. The First Napo-
leon was represented by Vibert, the
Third by Jundt. But it was not
known till long after. Here is anoth-
er anecdote about Jundt. which illus
trates his intense patriotism. He was
once In German Switzerland, accom-
panied by Charles Monselet, the
famous humorist and gastronome.
They were at table d'hote, around
which were gathered dozen Prus-
sain officers. Jundt hated Prussians
He could scarcely bear to eat at the
same table with them.
In the middle of the dinner superb
pastry appeared. Prussians like
patties. Every Prussian nose shifted
up tie odor; every Prussian eye
twink!ed; every Prussian mouth
watered.
Jundt saw it, and an idea flashed
across him-"Vengeance on Ger
many" He seized the pastry, and
leaning over, whispered to Monselet:
"We'll divide it"
He disected the pastry. As he did
so dreadful odor arose, and Monse-
let shuddered.
"Hold !" said he, sit is not fresh"
81 don't care" said Jundt, logged
ly, pushing his portion to Monselet,
"Eatw
Monselet hesitated. "Can you not
smell ?" he asked feebly.
No." said Jundt. 81 cannot smell
where patriotism is in question. Eat,
and avenge our country"
They ate the dreadful thing. They
ate it with every manifestation of de-
light. while the hungry Prussians
gazed at them with ill-concealed
envey. They finished it, and stagger.
ed out into the open air.
"Ah !" cried Jundt enthusiastically,
as he gazed on the pale face of Monse-
let; "ah, we are martyrs to liver
patty. But, although our country
may never know If she Il AVENGED ~