Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1892-09-04

dozen years, told him, by way Of open
ing a conversation, that he had just
pawned his watch. They seemed so
pleased with poverty that they made as
much Of a little OF IL as they could, and
the wisest conclusion Rob came to that
night was not TO take them too serious
ly. 1t was, however, q novel world TO
find ones self in all OF sudden, one in
which everybody was a wit at his own
expense. Even, Simns, who already up
held the press when any outsider ran 1t
down, sang with applause some verses
whose point lay in their being directed
againSt himself. They began:
When cleverpressmsn write this way,
AS Mr.. j. A. FrOude would say"
Is because they think he would.
And have they read 4 line OF broudey
or Is II only that they fear
The comment they have made is queer,
And that they either must erase IT,
Or say it's Mr.. Froude who says It?
Every one abandoned himself to the
humOr of the evening, and as song fol-
lowed song, or was wedged between en-
tertainments Of other kinds, the room
filled with smoke till it resembled a
London fog.
BY and by a sallow-faced man mount
ed table to show the company how to
perform a remarkable trick with three
hats. he got his hats from the COM
pany aud, having looked at them
thoughfully for some minutes, said that
ne had forgotten the way.
THAT" said Simms, mentioning
well-known journalist, sis --. He
can never work unless his pockets are
empty, and he would not be looking so
dOleful at present il he was not pretty
we'll of. He goes from room to room in
the house he lodges in, according to the
state Of his finances, and when you call
on him you have to ask at the door
which floor he is on to-day. One week
you find him in the drawing-room, the
next in the garrett.
A stouter and brighter man followed
the hat entertainment with a song,
which he said was considered by some
of his friends q recitation.
'"Thers was time" said Simms, who
was held a terrible person by those who
took him literally, "when that was the
saddest man l knew. He was so sad
that the doctors feared he would
die Of 1t. 1t all came Of his writing for
Punch"
Chow did they treat him?" Rob
asked.
"Oh. they quite gave him up, and he
was wasting away visibly when sec
ond-rate provincial journal appointed
him its London correspondent and saved
his life"
Then he was sad" asked Rob, "be-
cause be was out OF work?"
ION the contrary said Simms, gravely,
she was always one Of the successful
men, but he could not laugh"
"And he laughed when he became a
London correspondence
eyes; that restored his sense OF
humor. But listen to this song; he is a
cOuntryman Of yours who sings it,"
A man who looked as If he had been
cut out of granite block and who at
the end of each verse thrust his pipe
into his mouth, sang in broad accent,
that made Rob want to go nearer TO
him, some verses abost an old uniVer-
sity:
"Take of the strangers haiti" The shout
We raised in fifty-nine
Assails my ears, with careless fout,
And now the hat Is mine.
Itseems a day since 1 was here,
A student slim and hearty,
And see, the boys around me cheer,
The ancient-looklng partyl'
Rough horse-play did not pass for wit
Whom Rae and Mil were there,
see q lad from oxford sit
In Blacsie's famous chair,
And Rae, OF all our men tbs one
We most admire in quad
Qhad this years ago., has gone
Completely to the bad.
In our debate the moral Mill
Had infinite address,
Alas! since then he's robbed till
And now he's on the press.
An Tommy Robb. the ploughman's son,
Whom ali his fell lwS sighted,
From Rae snd Nil the prize has won,
For TommyI to be Enlghted.
A lanky loon Is in the seat
Filled once by mans e'bred Sheen,
Who did not care 60 NIX with Peate,
tleacher who had been.
But watch the whirgig Of time,
Brave Peate be, ne preacher,
His name is known IN every cline,
Aud Sheen is now the 5leacher
Mcmillan, who the medals carried,
Is now Judge, tits sad,
And curly-headed Smith Is married,
And williamson is dead
Old Phil aud who shared our books
Now very seldom meet,
And when we do, with trowntng looks
We pass by in the street
The college rings with student slang
AS In the days OF yore,
The self same notice boards still hang
Upon the classroom door:
An essay Il expected that
on Burns this week, or Locke,
"a theory Of creation" at
Precisely s.ven o'clock,
There's mono here now who knows my name,
My place is far away,
And yet the college is the same,
Not older by a day.
Butcurious looks are cast at me,
Ali herein lies the change,
All else is as IL used 70 be,
And alone am changed.
"Now, You could never guess" Simms
said TO Rob" what profession our singer
belongs to"
Gle looks more like a writer than an
artist" said Rob, who had felt the song
more than the singer did.
WWell, he is more an artist than
writer, though strictly speaking, he Is
neither. To that man is the honor OF
having created a profession. He FUR
nishes rooms for interviews"
IT don't quite understand" said koo'
s'It is In this way" Slmms explained
"Interviews in this country are OF re-
cent growth, but 1t has already been
discovered that what the public want to
read is not so much celebrity's views
ON any topic as a description OF his
library, his dreSsing-gown, or his gifts
from the King OF Kashaoahoo. Many
Of the eminent ones, however, are very
upinteresting in private life, and have
no curlosiues to show their interviewer
worth writing about, so your country
nm hns started q profession OF prOYld-