, 1890-07-24
THE LAMB ESCAPED.
How the Hungarian Count
Won a Bet.
EMMET INITIATES THE DUDES
General Spinola and the Insolent
Page-A Joke on Tai
mage.

Inc famous Hungarian, Count
Itchy, who lived on a princely in
come In Vienna, was, in his younger
days, well known all over Europe
for the bets he made and generally
won, says the Boston Herald. once
when there was heavy duty i'm
posed on every head of cattle enter
Ing the Austrian capital, he made a
bet that he would carry lamb, duty
free, through the gates of Vienna,
and that the gatekeeper, who acts
as imperial officer, adjusting and re-
ceiving the duty, would be glad to
let him pass.
Next morning the court, disguised
in the clothes of u butcher, his
butcher-knife in his hand, his shirt
sleeves rolled up, and carrying a
heavy sack on his shoulder, made
his way to one of the fashionable
gates of Vienna. But the watchful
officer soon espied him.
"What have you in that sack,
fellow?n
IA dog, sir"
"a dog? Dog yourself! Down
with that sack. | know fellows like
you sometimes carry dogs in sacks
through the gates and sell them for
mutton in town. Down with your
sackW
"But it's nothing but dog, and
bad dog, too. will"
"Never mind what you will.
Down with your sackl"
The officer pulled the sack from
the supposed butchers shoulder, cut
the string, and sure enough out
jumped one of the biggest dogs in
Vienna. The dog rushed against
the faithful government servant,
landed him several steps away i'm
the gutter, and then left for parts
unknown. After him went the
young butcher, shaking his big
knife before the eyes of the fright
ened officer and exclaiming:
"rll settle you after catch that
dog"
About two hours afterward the
face of the butcher again appeared
before The raised window of tue gate
office.
~ have just caught that dog
again. Would you like to look at
him?"
"Get away! Get out, you and
your Internal dog" And with n
crash the window went down and
the smiling butcher entered Vienna.
But no dog was that time in the
sack, but the fattest lamb that could
be found in the suburbs of the
capital.
Joseph X. Emmett was at one of
the fifty little tables in the cafe of
the Delmonico establishment, and
he was convivially full of cham
pagne, says "a correspondent of the
Utica Observer. A monkey dude
had sat down at the adjoining table
and had said to the waiter:
"Give me half "a broiled chicken
and be sure to mention my name"
An instant later another dude had
seated himself at the next table on
the other side of Emmet and had
given his order in these words:
"Bring ME some roast clans and
mention my name"
ititVAosioi Va WIG Phih
'mention my name,n struck the hui
morous appreciation of the come
dian. That was his first knowledge
of the newest kink of about-town
nonsense, which is to assume that
not only the Delmonico walters
know your NAM, but that the men
ton of 1t to the cook in the Kitchen
is quite sufficient TO produce Wand
ri lg rIx. ,sralt and an
done in q manner peculiar to the
taste of the Individual. Whether
the waiter ever actually delivers the
name along with the order is "a ques-
ton which / have not Investigated,
but probably he doesn't. He is "a
discreet servitor, however, and his
gravity Is proof against this test.
He assumes an air OF being nightly
impressed. So was Enlmet, and
with the delicious mimicry of the
two dudes drawl he said to the
waiter, in a voice loud enough to be
heard throughout the big apartment:
"You may bring me twelve CLAIMS
name for every clam"
When the house adjourns early
there is an entertaining scene in
General Spinola's immediate vicin-
ity, says the Globe-Democrat. The
old gentleman doesn't wait for the
floor to clear or for the galleries to
empty. AS the gavel falls upon the
end of the days session he arises,
peels Off his coat, lights cigar, sits
down to his desk and writes letters.
Visitors to the galleries look down
with amazement and merriment,
but they do not disturb the general.
The wonderful shirt collar seems
larger than ever when the coat Is
OIL, and when the general bends for
ward over his writing the rim of the
collar looms up until 1t hides all but
the bald place on the crown and u
fringe of bristling hair. An irrev-
erent page, in the page uniform of
knee breeches, came trotting down
the isle one day, halted behind the
expanse of shirt collar, snapped his
fingers on the shiny surface and
piped out: o,
IMP"
A she bear ought to have appeared
and devoured the rash youth, but
he didn't receive SO much as re-
proof from the general. References
to the huge shirt collar never pro.
woke the pride of Tammany.
4 r. Il
heard q good story about DIR.
Talmage the other day, writes
New York Star reporter. l was at
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