The morning times., 1896-01-13
"DOlN' DE LIVIN' PICTERS.
Visit of Messrs. Hennessy, Bauermeir
and Flynn to the Art Gallery.

| Mr.. Roast Hennessy visited the Cor
coran Art Gallery on Friday night. Mr..
| Hennessy was accompanied by Mr." Socks
| Bauermeir and Mr.. Archibiand Flynn, who
| are guests OF Mr.. Hennessy in box stall
| over at st. Asaph.
Mr.. Flynns pet name in the social set
| in which he moves is "Coldslaw," owing
to his fondness for that delicacy when dis
| played on the lunch tables in the swell
| bIrfets OF jackson City.
All three gentlemen are prominent in
the turf circles OF st. Asaph and Alexander
Island. Mr. Bauerrneir and MIR. Hennessy,
until recently. advised strange gentlemen
on business connected with the betting
rings. Flippant people call them "touts."
Mr.. Flynn only weighs ninety-four pounds,
but with the aid OF his strong arm has ex-
erciscd a strong pail on both race tracks
| across the Potomac.
They had reached the gallery, in which
| stood Powers Greek Slave
"weii, de cop dat pulled her aughter be
ashamed" said Socks"
"Bats So" said Roast, " .yez can't
blame de lady, Wat kin de poor ting
do wild dem cuffs on her." said Mr.. Hen
messy.
At that moment 'Coldslaw'' saw the
name of the sculptor.
..HulIy gee. dat wuz made by Matt
Powers old man, wot used to ride Hard
Times" said Mr.. Flynn. He allus sed
dat his daddy wuz a stone cutter
They gazed intenuy at the grand cid
painting, THE Sunset"
Oats where Frank Herold gifts his hair
from" said Mr.. Hennessy.
"Yes, but George Dasch's complexion
would make dat ting look like Boston
fog" said Socks"
Benjamin Constants" Judith" the woman
with the sword, attracted their critical
attention.
"On de dead asphalt said Mr.. Flynn,
''if she don't look like one of Sam Jacks
beauts wot used TO lead the Amcrzon
parade in d. last act.''
More than three minutes the three turf
gentlemen looked at that splendid work.
.The Pastoral visit" Pointing 10 the
face of the old. colored minister, Cold
slsw'' gave chu0e:
"WeIl, If he amt a ringer fur old "Bnt
Bricks. dat used to rub Bitter" said
Mr.. Flynn 81 bet stable of skates to
a meal ticket"
aCIDcS tIlt Gdiifly "b1S'cN
ing when he said: .'Youse mugs cum over
here and see de real ting" The real thing
was W. j. Hays "Buil Dog" The face Of
the canine appealed to them strongly.
II know somebody wat he looks like,
but can't git me tink tank wurkin'," sug-
gested Socks
"Why, amt youse next said Roast"
"dat S a picter of our old friend Jack Adlers
brindle pup, 'Tatters,' wat chewcd the
ear NV Frost Pagan de night he had de
scrap wild the guy at Gutenberg
'Git onter de livin' picter from Bellevue
Hospital said Mr.. Flynn, as they saw the
armlcss Venus of Milo, ''dat's anuder case
of Brooklyn trolley
The armless Venus gave away to the
legless Hercules in the line OF the visitors
criticism.
Oats our old fren' Sandowe." said
Socks" guess he's been playin' Brook
lyn. too"
Mr.. Hennessy and his guests had enjoyed
the exhibition. Not even ripple had arisen
to cause discord of critical opinion, until
they stood before the magnificent sculpture
representing LAGOON and his SONS in the
power of the serpents.
"pere's the snake guy dat used to be
at Coney Island" said Mr.. Flynn.
"Yer off yer trolley" shouted Mr.. Bauer
mier in disgust. "Dat's de ting used te
be OH de label of the bitters wat Fader
Bill Daily used to drink at Brighton Beach,"
"Youse mugs don't know nawthin'." broke
in Mr.. Roast Hennessy, Can't youse to-
males see dat dat is st. Patrick givin' de
snakes dere getaway day in Ireland"
ssRafsitp' shoutasl the deriSiye Mr. Bauer-
mier and Mr.. FlynE.
''Worser dan rats" said Mr.. HeDnessy, in
a sort OF an absent minded manner, as he
left the gallery with bis guests, to rest at
st. Asaph after their introduction to art.