St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1890-12-06
THE MAN IN THE Bon.
Remarkable Experiences of a Lit
tie Tailor Who Travels Through
EurOpe i'm Il Box.

Remarkable Experiences of a Lit
tie Tailor Who Travels Through
Europe in IL Box.
Pail Mall Gazette
Once on time there was tiny tai
lor who lived in Vienna. lie came to
financial grief, but in that little round
head there was a wonderful supply of
brains. Zeitung had not been idle as he
handled the geese and shears. He had
invented a new form of tailor's dummy,
with the waspiest of waists. and deter
mined to take it to Paris. His heart
was wrapped up in her. She was per-
feet model. with form divine. and he
called her his Galatea. Upon this eX-
QuiSite creature he had laviShed all his
skill and all his love. until she had be-
come endowed with almost human quail
tiles though she was but piece of well
shaped wood
When the little boys of Vienna looked
in at his window as he sat on his board
shipping and sewing and cried "Schnei-
der. how you vase" ne needed them not.
and thought only of his Galatea, with
the wooden head. But Schneider was,
like so many of us, short of funds; in
fact, hard up; so he sank his pride.
made box. sent for himself to be car
ried to the railway station, and was
whirled of to Paris, the goal of his am
billions, by the extra special express,
which did the run in siXty-two hours.
Having nearly frightened the gend-
armeS out of their wits when they found
the package was alive, Zeitung became
a public man and appeared nightly at
the villain iii drama as played at Il
Berlin hall (Which ran IN thnsp lines.
The curtain rises and diScloSeS the in
terror of custom house. Passengers
baggage IS StreWn about the floor. i'll
Guiding mysterious looking box in this
style. Near the box is table. at which
are seated a young gentleman and
young lady, evidently about to take
supper, which IS. OF course, the most
natural thing they could do. as, although
it is a customs house. dishful of
fragrant outlets are smoking on the
table, and flask of Rhine wine stands
close by to wash them down. 1t is at
once made evident that the young lady
tached to each other. for they neglect
the viands and the wine Juice and eX-
cnange Sibilant embrace.
When thus agreeably engaged little
head pops out of the mysterious wooden
box, which is followed by little hand.
The hand makes it way to the table,
and, grasping a outlet, makes its way
back to the mouth of the owner of the
head, the lid closes, and the lovers re-
sumo their seats. MY sweet-the
diSn," cries the gentlemen, his hair on
end. Let me be your outlet" muir
murS the lady, or some other melting
endearnent OF the sort. Down drops
the lid, out comes the head, forward
I'm nd
wine disappears in the box. The low
ers shrek, the gendarmeS enter, the box
is examined and the little tailor is pro-
dured. crying "Heep-heep-hurrah!"
Tableau!
Eiateu by his success. the enterpriS
ing tailor packed himself up in his box
again and was landed at Hamburg, from
which port he soon set sail for London.
and it was his remarkable adventure on
this trip that the MAN in the Box had
called to relate. The box was put in the
hold and stood end up labeled, Fragile,
glass, with care. periShable goods"
Zeitung had prOvlSioned himself for a
voyage of thirty-SiX hours. The voyage
lasted 1913 hours. A bottle of Malaga
wine, two lemons and packet of sweets
were his provisions, which were very
rapidly consumed. One of the lemons
fell To the ground and he was unable to
reach it.
me Uottle was broken when the ship
gave a particularly heavy lurch, and
poor Zeitung had only his sweets to sue
cor him. His box was wedged in with
luggage, and when the storm came on
the hold was deluged with water. lei
lungs fears got the best of him and lie
fired two shots from his pistol as a call
for help. But the creaking of the ship,
the roar of the waves and the whlstling
of the wind would have drowned the
boom of a cannon. The box rolled over
and tile tailor went off into an uneasy
sleep. At last the voyage was ended,
docks. land what does Mrs. Zeitung
say?" | asked. "Ah! Mrs. Zeitung is
my Galatea nit re wooden head; there
is no oder meesus. She is mine only