Idaho news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1887-1891, 1888-01-07
She Can EyerIastingly Kick.
From the Chicago Tribune.

GspUt tue IHAEhgp Atlbuues
This is the story of little girl.
Her name is Sara. She is a modest,
unassuming, slender, blond-haired.
blueeyed little thing, the daughter OF
a country curate in England, prim,
ascetic gentleman of hIgh.church ten
denotes. Her father had big family,
and when sara was very little she
thought she would like to go to Lon
don and earn her own living. She
went to London, and pretty soon
her father heard that Sara had gone
play acting. The good man was hor-
rified. and after yainly trying to wean
her back to the paths ofrectirude and
the position of a nursery govern
ess at fl0 year solenInly excommu-
nicated her. By and by he heard that
Sara was earning ESQ a week as a
high kicker in the Royal Alhamora in
London. His heart yearned for his
erring daughter, and Sara was once
more reconciled with her family.
All this happened many years ago
not very many, but just rs many as
Sara would like to have told in cold
print-and since then Sara has earn
ed her bread by the height OF her
kick. Sara is the highest female kick
err on earth. and she doesn't care who
! knows it. She kicked herself $3.50 q
week for ten wears. She can kick two
| feet higher than her head. She can
kick hole in the top OF the scenery
on any stage III town. She kicked q
seaid assembly of German matrons
at the Criterion matinee recently
| into temporary delirium. Those
pious people in Boston said she kick
ed so hieh that she kicked hole in
the Ten Commandments every time,
! and when Sara saw that in the papers
/ che at once kicked for higher salary.
But it wasn't true, for Sara is mod
| est kicker. She is not a suggestive
kicker, she is a gynnast. She IS as
/ modest little girl as ever stood on
/ her head or cancanned herself for the
amusement of a bald-headed band of
spectators. she is an aspiring artistic.
I In the practice of the art she has
reached heights hitherto unaccuun.-
able. She is an exponent of high art
art foot higher than anybody
else's.
There was a dance by the corps de
ballet, then preliminary blare OF
trumpeIs, a moments silence,
and-Sara. 1t was a rush and
flash and vision of black legs and
black gauze and diamonds. She
bounds in like FREELY and whirls
around the stare like autumn leaves
in a cyclone Her feet shoot around
in circles, her arms and head and
body spin in wild delirium. You
would thlnk-if Won had time to
think-that she was going to kick her
self into fragments and spatter the
show with the remains. Presently
her little slippered loot ascends with
lightning. like velocity and strikes a
point a LONG way above her flying
hair, then whirls around and gyrates
about her shoulders and comes down
again. then up and around as before
She is apparently made of rubber and
whale-bone; her kicking is as the revo
lutions OF ny-Wheel or a buz-saN
with a full head of steam on; she
throws her feet around her neck and
kicks herself in the back OF the head
she is weird. fantastic, diabnlical
She is an acrobatic imp Of darkness
Her dancing is sudden tempest
an outburst of reckless rassion, a gid
dying fash. And most delightful
withal. 1t is not what chestnut ven
ders call the poetry of motion; it j:
hardly even graceful. A cyclonels moi
graceful. Sara is a terpsicnorean cy
clone. And the peculiar thing OF it j:
that the strictest moralist might
watch her performance and never
turn a hair.