The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1890-02-23

"Yes, used to shave Mr., Barrett
Lawrence Barrett, the great actor. when
he was in a hurry. He entered the shop
rather soft and glidy like, as if he was
looking for Julius Caesar, with a view to
stahbing him at an early date.
81 would say, Good morning, Mr..
Barrett
''He would say, 'Sirrah, I know thee
notr He would then fold his arms, and,
with growing wonder and delight, look
in the mirror at the only man for whom
he ever showed genuine respect and
esteem which nothing could shake. Then
he would take off his coat and fold his
arms again and throw back his head and
try to look like the man who acts as
chief train dispatcher for the solar sys-
tenn.
Larry I would say, come off the
perch now. 1t is your turn, Mr.. Branni-
gan
''But he would rock back on his heels
and throw out his chest and kind of
skuff his shoes on the floor like tumbler
that is chalking his feet in the circus,
habit he got when he was bareback
rider, and then he would inhale and ex-
hale his breath quickly like gentleman
who has blown out the gas and is par
italy asphyxiated, but which really
meant passion, SO understand, and then
be would say:
'Hah! Swagger not, thou topless var
let, thou unwhelked fiy-up-the-creek.
Salute me not, thou pan-American
stoughton bottle and tallow spatter on
the brow Of nature. Avaunt! Shet up,
"'Wilt thou forsooth pour the ribald
''Next!' into the ear. Of Laur-r-r-ence
Barr-r-r-r-rette
Il would then calculate 'Ratsr and he
would take a seat in the chair like king
that is getting 81 a week TO reign through
one act and then take tickets at the door
the rest of the time. / offered him once
a strop to hold in his hand to reign with,
but he would not have il"
SIS he hard TO shaver
''No, he is quiet in the chair, and
winks perfectly natural. He is real
good fellow, think, if he would only
try to forget that he is sitting for litho-
graph. When he gets his head out of
the iron head rest and is not having his
photograph taken he is first rate"
''Who else did you ever shaver"
81 have shaved Ch2uncey N. Depew
once, but he did not know about it, or at
least did not tell him who I was, and
so perhaps he would not remember me
row. He was very nice and quiet, and
didn't make me any trouble. He kept
looking at the clock while he was being
shaved, and said something over softly
to himself. I judged he was going out
to dine somewhere. 1 asked him if he
wasn't Mr.. Depew, and he said he was.
Then I asked him if le ever heard about
the tramp that called at farm house on
Fifth avenue to get something to eat. He
said no, he had not. Well, there was
nothing to it only it seems that once a
poor tramp, with clam shells IN his rich
Rembrandt beard and chicken feathers
in his nut brown hair. called at quiet
farm house on upper Fifth avenue and
asked for food. odds bodkins,' ex-
NidIl4tcu JIG lSlAlci NI1G, he GAINS 10
the door, you are indeed in sorry
plight. And how long since you tasted
food%
-Four days, said the tramp, catching
madly at the waist band of his trousers
just in time, for he had no suspenders,
-four days have been without food,
and four nights have slept in railroad
culvert with nothing over me but first
and second mortgage and right of way.
L have a college education and an angel
mother. Give me a crust, lady. or lit
tie plum duff, lady, and God viii reward
you. For three days l wandered aim
lessly around on the site for the Worlds
fair trying to find my way to the settle
ments. On the fourth day I came upon
a habitation and tried to get bite.
There was only one bite at this Eouae,
and a large mauve colored bull dog got
that. Lady, will you give me of your
bounty, or must ask you to look the
other way while pass out at the gate
and go away?'