St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1886-02-13
THE NANON KISS.
A New 0sculatory Ecstacy that Belongs ia
the operate Stage.
An Attempted Description of the
Semi-Sensuous and Sloshy Salute.
Impressions It Makes on the Malls
Portions of the Audience.


you, after the manner of the wind-strewn
whiSkers, it leaves lot of loose ends fly
ing from your nerve centers and an impress
sion prevails throughout your neural syS-
tenn that the sigh you find yourself about to
heaye Will close out your respiratory stock,
and few minutes later an undertaken will
be measuring you for fools grave.
Still. it is a sweet experience, and man
is all the better for going through it once or
twice-or oftener. if he can stand it.
Without the kiss the opera would be dull,
silly, uneveDtful; with it the opera fixes
like a sOda-fountaiu in IN midsummer and
emits sparkling quality of refreshment
that so0theS and searches the inner receSSeS
of a man.
The kiss as the present Nanon gives it is
a ravlShing bit of nyum-i-nyumery.
1t bears not the slightest resemblance to
the family of kisses that sound like cow
pulling her hoof out of the mud.
1t isn't an explosive kiss, and it hasn't the
miscellaneous clatter of rear end collision
TO it,
1t isn't subdued, neither is it sudden
1t doesn't sneak into the hallway of your
being and noiseleSsly glide away with the
OvercOat belonging to your emotions; and it
doesn't come behind your equanimity, ike
a fOOt-pad and destroy your serenity with a
slung-shot.
1t is sensuous, saccharine, sloshy, sump-
tuOus and sustained.
1t is triumph of the lips for most ar
tistic kiSser.
1t drags the laurels from that hitherto I'M
approached labral artist, Emma Abbott.
and on Monday night caused thrill of pink
to fill the cash beneath Gen. w. T. Sher-
mans gray mustache.
NanOn has lifted it out of the common
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and has made it the leading role of the
opera.
She protrudes these gorgeous lips of hers
and paints the object of her alteration a
glorious cherry red, applying her Osculatory
apparatus in dewy and dipsomelic way
that goes direct TO the human heart and
reaches down past the cardiacal region for
a fellowss boot-tOps.
Sid Francis saw and heard her and re-
marked: Now, there's lady that's
kisser from BASKERVILLE. o, if Brother Dave
only was here TO get focus on that golly-
slOsher!"
stage kiss; it is living, breathing, glowing
and efferyescing ecstacy.
1t has the magnificent ring Of the real
old homemade and heaven-Ordained article.
1t is red-hot and genuine.
1t sounds like land slide and seems to
act like fly-blster.
1t cannot be written down without get
ting some of the friendliest letters In the
alphabet mixed up in a row.
The nearest approach to photographic exc
preston of it that is possible TO reach il
this:
PsZfstnm
This enhancing Welsh monosyllable Is
| stretched out over a distance of four yards
nd ify or+h
depth with enough red lusciousness to warm
| the cheek of stone.
1t comes red-hOt from the mill and makes
Grignan the envy and enemy of every man
| III the audience.
The kiss is musical, too; it begins away
up at f in alt and slowly descends until it
dies out in the low moan with which the
base fiddler usually winds up patrol.
1t is likewise the healthiest and most
able-bOdied kiss that has invaded this part
of the theatrical world for many day.
Its proportions are to degree mammoth,
and its methods are in a great measure
harassing.
If you look at it you feel half inclined to
pity the man whom it is overwhelming.
But if you close your eyes and listen to
| it; then you are enjoying sensation that
| only cOnnoisseur can feel and appreciate.
The NanOn kiss must be listened to, not
looked at.
1t is grOtesque, gigantic, ridiculous to the
eye; but for the ear its music is charming;
its sweet, deep measures enthralling.
You have heard a small boys teeth and
| tongue and lips eXtricate themselves from
the midst of half-section of watermelon.
They enter the young heart of the fruit
with rush, go Though it like a steady
| wind bearing against forest leaves and come
1 xuifh vi a GT1la
a gum shoe quickstep on slushy sidewalk.
That's the Nanon's kiss.
It's an unreserved dive into the depth of
| a dripping melon.
And oh, the thrilling ravages it makes
upon a mans feelings.
There is a regurgetOry and valvular pro-
miscuOusness to it that grabs fellows APP
petite and throws him into the same agita-
| ted condition that ARENAS Ward found
himself in. when upon listening to PicOlO-
mini, he turned to the stranger sitting be-
side him and told him he might have his
| old clothes.
1t gathers you into its juicy vortex and
wraps your senses i'll elysian dreams. It's
the same agreeable mellifluosity that the
night breezes have often borne to you from
| the front gate. It's the identical old go-as-
| you-please slObber that may have come to
to you from the dim interior of the parlOr
where two ardent lovers were discussing
the weather. It's an ear-picture of the
cash in Belly Kersand's face; an instantane-
Gus photograph of the natural scenery I'M
mediately nnder Luke Schorlcraf's nose.
Don't open your eyes, bnt sit quietly and
wait for it to get to you at the rate OF 400
feet per seeOnd-the speed of sound.
Just wait for it to reach you, and, if pos
sible, don't give way to an impulse that will
| cafza Won and nT0mnt Won tn shout esMan
| overboardr'
Calm yourself and let it steal through
you and tie itself around the ganglions and
take root in the marrow centers.
Give it a chance at you.
Let it fill your frame with the glow Of
| loves young dream, till it stirs the roots of
your hair and you feel a dry pulse-beating
| in your thOracic region.
Wait till it has you up in the air and is
about to knock you seDseless with one of
the thin CIRCUS clouds that are seen iIigree-
| ing the far armament.
Daily with the dewy ecstaey until the tall
end of its voracious gObble begets an echo
| ing gulp in your esophagus.
Hold on until the final IN -m-m-m" bursts
! like water-cloud around you. and Nanon
completes the amorous assault by nesting
her cheek close to his, tangling her arms in
his chin and right ear. and Temarking fer
Yently:
"N-m-m-ml Isn't he so sweet?"
Then le' 90.
| Open your eyes, moisten your lips. swal-
| low the excitement that has crowded into
/ your throat and enthusiastically respond:
''You bet your life he is. He's too sweet
to live. I'd like to kill him and get his
job"
That's the kind of kiss the NanOn kiss