Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1884-06-26
Blummetts.
4 REPORTERS JOURNEY IN SWITZERLAND.
TAXING t> IMrRovIsEp PART Win THE
HANLONs.

Come ia and see the piece from behind.
/ The speaker was William Hanlon, the elder
Of those famous brothers whom every Dody
knows in connection with their daring GYM
nastic teat., and more recently with their
queer antics in lie Voyage en- Suisse
The nimb!e William had accosted the writer
just outside the stage door of the Globe
Theatre, Boston.
"lf you are in for lark, said the nmble
William, when he reached his dressing
room. "l'll give you part in lie Voyage.
There are some costumes to spare. You
can 70 a. one Of the tourists 10 Switzerland.
You won't have TO say ANYTHING only he as
absurd as YOU can
Both injunctions easily accomplished, )"
quoth the scribe, especially the latter, be
cause it was only the other day that a
charming young lady told me that was
too absurd for anything.
In the first act YOU can wear Your own
clothes, but you will have TO make up your
face. Here III get my man to do it for
YOU" and said man, with handful Of
brushes and gruesome mixture Of face
paints and pair Of blonde whiskers, in the
style Of the "Piccadilly weepcr," began a
series Of weird manipuati1ps On the news
PAPER mans frontal development, during
which he plaslered 4 huge uaub OF red on
The back OF the debutant's Shirt collar, and
dropped seven bts Of melted tailow from I'D
adjacent candle on the right hand tail Of a
So Prince Albert coat. Hits hall right.
sur; his hall right; they hall hexpects ii,
blurted the gruesome man. with an accent
that hardly sayored OF East Boston, though
what was so infinitely correct, and so uni
refsaily anticipated, was not al once appar-
ent TO the already dazed mental vision Of
The trusting man of ink, who, in cracked
mirror. had, With increasing anguish Of soul.
watched his metamorphosis from an ordi-
narlly ugly specimen of this human lk. to
an inaEe being who would have been
cassed at the Natural History museum as a
cross between the genus dude and the Don
Whiskerandos Of polite fiction. =.
"Why, you're bowling success ap-
plauded another Hanlon brother Now
come this way, Mr.. B!ummetts There's no
gramme, but we'll call you Blummetts and
give you seat on the stage coach. Whoa,
Whirlwind -
"Whirlwind,r thus addressed proved to be
horse Of character anything but cyclon-
IT, ne was Oilnu IN one eve, anu ne
wheezed like locomotive with printing
boiler; he limped IN three of his legs, and
was stiff in the fourth, and a broadside view
of his structure suggested cerebro spinal
meningitis. "He's a noble charger" OBJ
served the stage manager, and his eye shot
a glance Of pride our usual equine fell i'll
an hour ago, and, against our wills, we have
been forced to sacrifice this gentle Arabian
steed for the qualification of an insatiate
public. Climb up, Mr.. Blummetts."
Blummetts climbed up. He found him
self atop Of that eccentric coach so mirth-
fully remembered BY the patrons of "Le
Voyage en- Suisse" Blummetts remembers
the stage coach, but his memory is not
mirthful. He is not timorous man because
be is newspaper man. Ergo! Years Of
journalism had developed in him daunt-
less courage, but here he was, disguised as
an idiotic Blummetts, on top Of a trick stage
coach, and told BY the passenger at bis el-
bow to look out for his neck and turn q
somersault toward the footlights when the
coach tipped over. Heavens this was the
coach which capsizes in the centre Of the
stage. He had forgotten all about it until
now, and as for a somersault he had not