The morning call., 1890-11-23
KING McALLISTER.
His Looks, His Peculiar Voice, His
InquiSitive Conversation.

Take man the size and build of Adju-
tant-General Dalton, give him curly, nut
brown hair, a short, thick, grayish NOUS
tache. with long gray Napoleon Ill ''im-
perial" hanging under it, dress him in big,
flat-topped brown hat of English make, a
No. IS rundown collar with dark tie, put
on black diagonal. three-button cutaway
coat, blue and white spotted white vest, ="
pair of dark heliotrope trousers with wide
skirts" to them, and fine pair OF broad
toed. neatly polished button boots, and that
man is Ward McAllister as he might be seen
any fair day in Newport last season.
There is nothing of the "show-off' or the
swell about him, writes correspondent to
the Boston Globe. He 10, perhaps, 80 years
old-perhaps more-but if so, we'll preserved.
A Observation-Disclosures weighing ma
chine will place the finger up to $50 POUNDS
when he gets on; still he is rather short
and not at all pussy" but very wide aud
square and solid.
In looks he is cosmopolitan. That large
neck and head say he is Irish: his short
legs tell Of old Kniekerbocker Dutch de-
scent and his big hairy hands and wide.
duck-like feet make him out to be either
Yankee or Scotch.
No one would look at him twice in a
crowd. But listen to that voice of his; Bos-
ton sports go wild over the tones of Cali
ope" Miller. the sweet-noted baseball cap
tain. But McAllister's out-ealiiopes Cali
ope." IL can coo like dove and roar like a
lion, and is musical ut both. In youth he
was called a good singer and had many
tempting offers, but he preferred to head the
400 to being soluist in church-choir. So
society has won what the church was sad to
lose
Every morning about 10 O'Clock, when Mr..
McAllister Is in Newport, a low, open. one
horse phaetoD, drawn by a "pluggiSh" look
ing nag, rolls out from his place on Bellevue
avenue, and takes the Ocean drive at ma r.
ket-wagon gait. McAlisier, with rubber
trimmed nose pincher" glasses, fills three
fourths of the seat. The rest of the cushion
is occupied by little weazened, shriveled
ScOtchman, who looks as if he could trans
form himself into a ghost without changing
his clothes, They ride along together, chat
ting like brothers, and locking at the sky,
the sea and the green fields as If they en-
joyed life.
On gala days, like big yacht races and
visits of squadrons, Mr.. Meal lister goes
clear down on the point in front of Mr..
Davis cottage. and there he keeps up q flow
of melody, like big church organ.
This is fad of his, never to know any
thing. All be does is simply TO ask ques-
tons, and if Queen Victoria were present
and wanted information of him he would be
likely to turn to The nearest bystander
and repeat her question. This is not done
to show his cautious way of getting at the
lower ten and to display that wonderful
voice. The man or woman who can keep
him on the witness stand for two minutes
in succession may be considered TO have
won great triumph. Lady Pauncefote, the
accomplished wife of the British Minister,
tried it a score of times one afternoon, and
after asking one or two questions yielded to
his sway and devoted the rest of her time to
making replies. II is believed by the best Of
New York society that the cross-examining
angel will have trouble with McAllister
when he reaches the hereafter.
AS his talk is largely in the form OF
catechism there is little chanca for humor
or path0s. 1t is doubtful if he has much of
either. Sympathy and desire to become
member of ones own family, as it were,
are the ruling traits of his mind. OF brief
not over-pointed anecdotes he is full.
This is the man who drops in for an after
noon chat with the Vanderbilts and whom
the Mrs. Astors" doth consult when they
purchase a new dress.