Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1893-06-13
PHOTOS OF THE FAIR.
The Register Crank Who Makes 1t Hi
Business to Sign His Name.

Auo AscklBttE STduh " NO WHkeS II dle
BuAness to Sign His Name.
From the Chicago Mail.
The fair has developed some curious cranks.
One Of the most conspicuous is the gentleman
who wants to write his name in every register
he comes across. He is generally enthusiastic
over his own state and makes for the local
building as soon as he arrives at the grounds.
Once there he first locates the register, .squirts
a gallon of tobacco juice across the floor. and
with a mighty sweep OF the arm scrawls an
illegible name across the register. This duty
performed he wanders into the next state build
ing, finds the register there and signs his name
again.
AL tolfthere must be several hundred reg
listers in use. for not only are they to be found
in state buildings, but also in exhibits. One
man entered the Minnesota building and as he
signed his name exclaimed: II guess I've
beaten the record This Is the 250th time I've
signed my name. I guess moro people'll know
JaSez Dorcv after this fair than ever knowed
he existed before"
1t is amusing to watch these register cranks
One got in the California building. ''Say,
boss" SAID he to the secretary. ''are these
names sent back to be printed in the papers2''
well. guess some OF the correspondents do
send them back"
"weil. I'll register then. I've registered in
fifty different books these two days. You see
I've got friends all over the country and want
them all to see that I'm at the worlds fair"
In the woman's building group is always to
be seen around the Welsh weaver in the north
gallery. She Is strong. hearty-looking girl
from Swansea, in South Wales Her tall, sugar
loaf hat awakens the establishment Of many.
but the solid Briton pays no attention to what
is going on around her, and drives her shuttle
with increasing activity, turning out yard after
yard OF the coarse bluish cloth used by the
country people there. Close by is a wax figure
ming wheel and distaff. She also wears the
sugar-loaf hat, but has also the white rufled
cap beneath it and the shawl made so familiar
by the photographs Of Welsh character to be
seen in almost any large book store. Wales is
not much more than 100 miles long. and yet il
that wax figure were endowed with life she
could understand very little Of what her south
ern sister says. The south Welsh do not UNDER
stand very well what the north Welsh say,
though the writing is Of course the same He
was evidently man acquainted with the
country and thinking, possibly, OF the national
eisteddfods who stood watching that Swansea
weaver one day this week. He lost track Of
himself and began to sing in q low voice, not
supposing he had hearers:
! went to Pwhiheii
To mngle in the dreadful melee
was nearly squashed into a jelly,
With people treacing on my toes.
There was Mis-. Shones and Edward Morgans,
And Mrs. Owens of Glamorgan,
All playing on the beautiful organs,
All over the ground.
/ He had just finished the first exquisite verse,
when guard tapped him on the shoulder.
"Not allowed to sing here, sir" said he,
quietly. but firmly.
"I-I-beg-beg your pard'n,'' said the song
ster, confusedly, he turned and sneaked
AWAY. his face a burning red