Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-03-02
APPLAUSE GREETED HIM.

yielded his place to me.
APPLAUSE GREETED HIM.
I rose to my full height, and, as I did so.
barring my brow to the soft kiss of the
clover-scented afternoon, was recognized
by other Americans who were assisting me
last summer in making time7 easy in Paris
perity in London. A round of applause
greeted me from along the river bank also.
for am almost as we'll known abroad as I
am in my own country, and in fact all sum-
mer long it was nip and tuck between me
and old Bouillon Jay to see which would
get the most press notices.
So bowed Delsarte bow and spat on
my hands in laDguid way. Another burst
of applause that echoed down past the lock
and out toward Hampton Court swelled my
heart with a pardonable pride as I raised
the punt pole high in air and socked it into
the brunette bosom OF the historical stream.
The swift and rather slick craft shot away
with its gay and well-dressed burden, but I
did not join them. I remained. The punt
pole has tendency to stick in the clay bot
tom of the Thames, but did not know this.
Clinging to the pole, of course l missed my
connection with the boat, and q loud plunk,
followed by a merry peal OF laughter, closed
the sad scene. 1 did not furnish the laugh
ter. I supplied the PUNK.
"A beautiful but rather impulsive dog be-
longing to Mrs. Sheldon plunged in and
saved my life. He dragged me out on the
bank by my clothing, as he thought, no
doubt, but my clothing was not so thick as
he had supposed. That is if dog ever sup
poses. So 7 will always carry the marks OF
that rescue even to my grave. Puntipg is
very healthful exercise, but one should have
of ru lnth at hat q
may change as soon as he gets his punting
done.
HOW OSCAR WILDE LOOKS.
But started out to say that among the
faces l seemed to recognize was one that was
very English, and yet I thought had seen
it in America. 1t was the face of a man of
forty odd, would say. 1t was the face of q
very homelv woman on the shoulders and
body of a man. The features were as plain
as those of hippopotamus in repose, but
when lighted up with smile they
were as beautiful as those of Pa
riah. The hair was abundant and
about the color of maple caramel
that has been exposed to the elements all
summer. 1t had evidently been worn long,
but had been cut off at the neck by means of
pinking iron and set of burglars tools.
His complexion was Opaque and his teeth
mouth when he smiled. He wore an Elton
cap and lolled back in the canoe while
talented hired man at three bob day and
a shandy gaff padded the irail bark along
the Thames and exhibited this gifted curl
osity to the wondering crowd. The gifted
curiosity was Oscar Wilde.
met him in the Territories IL or 13 years
ago, think. He wore more of a coiffure at
that time. Since then he has stuffed sofa
pillow with it. His hair at that time clus-
tered around horses face apparently, and
he wore a genuine store sombrero. 1t was
too new to look comfortable, as he had
bought it at Tie Siding. Oc. wore liver
colored cravat and look of intense melan-
choly. I gave him large green and gold
card of mine, printed in our new job Office
by bright Young artist who had fed two or
three of his most desirable fingers to our
large blue job press while trying to pick
dodger out from among its back teeth.
MR.. WILDE AHED.
Mr.. Wilde said "Ahp" I said we have
beautiful climate here, and then he repeated
his former statement. I said, ''You cal
trust me, Oscar. I will not betray you.
What you say will be as between man and
man. Ii you do not want it printed and
would like to keep it in the background and
finally run for office and give us safe, Har-
rison administration, for instance, as free
from turmoil as great COB of oatmeal
mush in u weary land, I will respect your
wishes"
He again ahed, and producing large
silk handkerchief, the color of the coating
to the stomach of an habitual drunkard, he
wiped his wide waste of nose. Then he went
in the car and fastened the door, to indicate
that the interview was at an end.
Since then have always regarded Oscar
Wilde as a greatly overestimated man.
But art is not dead even though Oscar
Wilde has had his hair cut by means of
can opener, and now the great Delsarte
movement or cult is sweeping the country
like besom of wrath, / was going to say.
but hate to use the word besom at this time
without consulting some authorities regard
ing its meaning.
PROGRESS IN THE DELSARTE MOVEMENT.
We have a Delsarte movement on Vine
gar Hill. 1 had long felt the need of such
movement, and SO heartily Joined it.
Early association with Blackfeet and Flat