Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1893-09-02
CLAD IN EGYPTIAN ROBES.
now the Artist Got His Friend Into
trouble and Branded as a swindle.

How the Artist Got His Friend Into
trouble and Branded as a Swindle.
From the Chicago Evening Post.
Inc artist did not mean to get his friend
into trouble, but he did 1t Just the same.
They were on the Midway Plaisance and
the artist had taken a fancy to some Egyp-
tan robes. He thought there could be
nothing finer for dressing gown and he
bought one with a red fez to go with it. or
course the artists friend did likewise and
when they emerged on the Plaisance again
each had bundle under his arm.
Now, possibly il was the devil himself
who prompted another friend Of the artist
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 IL was the devil
or whether it was the koot hoomi of the
theosophists, somebody or something put
1t into the head of some one to dare them
to put those robes on and. of course. in
side Of five minutes they had them on and
fezes had taken the place of hats
That was all right as far as it went. 1t
was great sport for the artist and his
friend and also for the friends of both. 1t
was evening, and of course the costumes
attracted very little attention on the Plais-
ance. Occasionally some one would glance
at the party and couple Of Turks in pass
ing made some remark 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 tell we this here was all faker'
exclaimed the countryman, addressing a
man who was with him. Didn't tell We
the hull thing was got up just like play
boozle people! LOOK at that fellow there
tryin' to play hes Egyptian. Hi, you!'
he called to the artists friend, "seein' as
how you're tryin' to bamboozle some of US
old dodgers. let's hear We talk little
'Gyptian.''
My dear SIR" began the artists friend.
trying to be conciliatory.
"Oh. We needn't be Altered O. me-" inter
you was blamed swindle so / amt feelin'
bad about 1t. l reckon you must get most
a dollar day for runnin round in them
there togs."
artists friend again, but the old fellow in
terrupted him.
'Oh. that's all right" he said 81 reckon
we've got to have some way to make money
durtn' hard times, but darn me eff
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 artists friend
and the artist and the crowd that had
gathered. The artist and his friend passed
out of the gate as soon as convenient and
OF course. they had no chance to take OF
Tic EOUeS cu TIE lllllOlS central
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 Egyp-
tan robes, and every little while the art
lists friend looked at the artist reproach-
fully, as much as to say: IF 1 stick by
you long enough I'll land in n police sta
ton or the detention hospital" He has
solemnly vowed-he never swears-that he
never will take part in any Of the artist &
pranks again. but then he has made that
vow before frequently.