The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-09-23
CLAD IN EGYPTIAN ROBES.
How the Artist Got His Friend Into
Trouble and Branded as a Swindle.r
From the Chicago Evening Post


From the Chicago Evening Post.
The artist did not mean to get his friend
into trouble, but he did it just the same.
They were on the Midway Plaisance and
the artist had taken a fancy to some
Egyptian robes He thought there could
be nothing finer for a dressing gown and
he bought one with a red feZ to go with
it. OF course the artists friend did like
wise and when they emerged on the Plat
sance again each had bundle under his
arm.
Now, possibly it was the devil himself
who prompted another friend of the ar
fist to dare them to put their Egyptian
robes on then and there Who but the
devil would know that an artist would
never take a dare? But whether it was
the devil or whether it was the kOOt
hoomi of the theosophists, somebody or
something put it into the head of some
one to dare them to put those robes on
and, of course, inside of five minutes they
had them on and fezcs had taken the place
of hats
That was all right as far as it went It
was great sport for the artist and his
friend and also for the friends of both.
1t was evening, and of course the cos
tunes attracted very little attention on
the Plaisance Occasionally some one
would glance at the party and couple
of the Turks in passing made some re-
mark about american Egyptians" but
that was all That is, that was all for
something like half an hour. Then the
party was brought to a sudden halt by an
old cOuntryman who had stopped near
them
Didn't l tell We this here was all a
fakelN exclaimed the countryman, ad-
dressing man who was with him.
Didn't tell We the hull thing was got up
just like play actors get up things on the
stage TO bamboozle peOple2 Look at that
fellow there tryin' to play he's 'Gyp-
tian. Hi, your he called to the artist
friend, "seein as how you're tryin' to
bamboozle some of us old codgers, let's
hear We talk little egyptian
My dear sir" began the artists friend,
trying to be conciliatory.
"Oh, We needn't be Altered o. me-" in
terrupted the old fellow II know'd all
along you was blamed swindle, so !
amt feelin' bad about it. l reckon you
must get most a dollar day for runnin'
round in them there toys"
you entirely misapprehend," began
the artists friend again, but the old fell
low interrupted him.
"Oh, that's all right" he said. 81
reckon ye've got to have some way to
make money durin' hard times, but darn
me Of l wouldn't rather beg than go
round tryin' to fool folks by putin on a
colored night-shirt"
The old fellow waved his forgiveness
and passed on, and so did the artist S
friend and the artist and the crowd that
had gathered. The artist and his friend
passed out of the gate as soon as conveu-
lent, and, of course, they had no chance
to take OFF the robes on the Illinois Cen
trail platform so they wore them into the
city. 1t wouldn't do TO take them OFF on
the street, so they solemnly promenaded
home in their Egyptian robes. and every
little while the artists friend looked at
the artist reproachfully, as much as to
say: "If l stick by you long enough I'll
land in police station or the detention
hospital" He has solemnly vowed-he
never swcarS-that he never will take
part in any of the artists pranks again,
but then he has made that vow before
frequently.