Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1893-06-08

The rainfall during the past weel
1 has been heavy and the streams have
been booming on several occasions.
j. NJ. Spaugh, of Pennington, yes
terday leased the Buchanan property
and will establish marble yard or
the premises.
| The "Son of Thespis" is always in.
teresting; he never grows stale OF
Improbable. If you meet him in the
"heyday" of success, he has many
stories of earlier universities with which
to regale you; if, on the other hand,
you catch him out of luck, no money,
and travelling pretty rugged road. he
is doubly interesting, if not always
edifying. He is ambitious to the end,
and confidently expects to some day be
Booth, an Emmett or a Herman, and,
maybe. all three. A representative of
this type spent three or four days of
the past week in Ironton. He arrived,
more than probable. on freight train;
dress hardly shabby genteel;" neglige
shirt, long from the laundry, and a
brown suit of clothes that seemed to
have weathered the storms of numer-
Gus Sunday picnics. On his upper lip
was delicate moustache, perceptibly
tinged with auburn; age about twenty
three; face full and plenty of color;
eyes that spoke of late hours, and hair
of same tint as mustache. His arrival
was just IL, noon; at five minutes past
| the hnnr hot ho ;ol
stood behind one of the bars as securi-
ty for a couple of 'sstraights. The
town was billed for show that night;
admission but ten cents; up and down
town, east and west, the announcement
was carried, and, by evening, the indi
vidual who had ssswapped" the
umbrella for a couple of "straights, "
had personal acquaintance with half
the boys In town. The crowd didn't
turn out to any great extent, but moth
ing daunted, the curtain rolled up
promptly at the hour. A majority of
the spectators were somewhat dubious
as to the ability of one man. giving a
show all by HIMSELF; but all such doubts
were soon put to rest. A genus stood
before them; he talked, sang, danced,
mesmerized, was ventriloquist, a
prestidigitator and an artist. The
audience wasn't charmed, but wonder
ed not little. After the show a good
many of the spectators adjourned to the
bar where the umbrella waited; the
Snowman secured a couple of more
drinks and graciously offered to amuse
the crowd; everything went along
Snonnt h1u until hn <rfa1 hn
izing;" first person encountered wouldn't
''work;" was of a ''wrong temperament"
or something of that kind. Another
subject was secured; ah, It's more sue
cessful; see how he succumbs to the
MAJ estic influence of the mesmerist, he
lies down on the floor, rolls over and
over, cuts up all kinds of antics; in fact
obeys the slightest gesture of the skill
ed magician; and as he now lies quietly
on the floor, seems totally devoid of life. |
The assembly gazed in wonder and adj
miration: some one said sshe is so
thoroughly under the influence now,
thrust in his body" One of the boys |
were skeptical, though, and slipped |
up and stuck pin into the PROSTATE |
form. The effect was even more mag |
ical than that of the mesmerist's. |
With a Comanche Indian yell, full of
pain and anger, the once PROSTATE |
form gave leap that landed him
almost to the ceiling. With blood in
his eyes he demanded to know ''who
stuck that pin?''; he declared that
when he made arrangements to take a
part in the mesmerism, and when he
was practicing, no mention was made
of the pin. Everybody sstumbled;"
the Snowman smiled and retired, and
there was no more performance that
night. The man who wrote .Tarara-
boomdera' remained with us over
Sunday, however, and tried to get
crowd Monday night; but he failed and
now he's travelling again. An umbrella
that presents very good appearance
when closed, but leaves in too much of
The light of day, when opened, and
$50" chalked on the ice box, are the
only souvenirs he left behind him.