The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1897-08-08
FOUR FAMOUS WRITERS
UNCLE REMUs, BILL NYE, FRANK
STANTON AND HAMLIN GARLAND.
A characteristic Nye Letter and Per-
sonaI Gossip About q Southern Poet
and Western Novelist.

| W ny Dill wye Si1Otlly DSAOAC HIS hCdtAiJ
| and is full Of the humor and fun with which
| he so delighted millions from week to week
during his working life. An extract from it
| is as follows:
at have never been so we'll or so industri-
| Gus as this summer. One book is already in
the publishers hands and new and start
| ling history of England is half done 1t
will make the study Of English history not
| only duty but a delight.
You may already know that Paul NJ
| Potter and L are just putting the last coat
| of shellao on a new play for Mr.. Palmer 8
| Garden Theater. need hardly say that this
| play combines the mastery architectural
strength and heaven-born genius Of the two
| authors in the way that will yield the most
| joyous and instructive results. 1t is called
| The Stag Party And will be complete
| play, enlivened by melodious music on the
| harp, sacbut and bull fiddle. Fair young
| people of both sexes will frolic over the
stage and good clothes in limited quantities
will be permitted between the music.
81 am spending the summer on the farm
| surrounded by loving friends and colored
people who desire toy dispose of their black
| berries.
II have discharged my old farm superin-
tendent and secured one in his stead who
can play better game OF golf. Farmers
must keep abreast Of the time or fall be-
| hind it.
Crops are looking we'll had quite an
| experience last week with a new hive of
bees, which 1 bought at Hendersonville, this
| State. They are called the long wasted or
tailor-made bees. 1 brought the hive home
| by train this afternoon. The Pullman parlor
car conductor was going to put me off, but
| thought better Of if whom cot
Ann bees on him. 1 always hated Pullman
| anyhow, and only patronize his old slum-
bering tanks when 1 need a new cake Of
| soap or a set Of hand towels for the home
| nest.
The only people who have succeeded in
| making anything out of farming in this
| country are two men who have worked for
| me and Vanderbilt for over five years on
| salary, and who now own feed store
| where Mr.. Vanderbilt and 1 are enabled to
| run an account.
1.-THE joys of farm life keep one young and
| fresh all the time 1 love to romp with the
| bull and fool him by bounding over the
| fence a trtfe in advance of him. l bought
him of a colored brother who called the
| animal 1-shi.' Afterward I learned that
| AYRSHIRE was what he was trying to
| calculate.
| 1-shP seems appropriate, however and
1 still use that name as L came near being
| shy couple of nice children on his &C
| count Sincerely yours, e. w. NYE."
| STORIES OF UNCLE REMUS.
| have just heard some new stories Of
| Uncle Remus. They relate to his extreme
| bashfulness. He is so modest, you know.
| that he cannot look a strange woman in the
face, and he has, for years, written at his
| hOma n RI
hunters and autograph-seekers who attack
him at the Constitution office at Atlanta.
He spends only about an hour day at the
| Atlanta Constitution office. He was there
| the other morning when tall young wom-
| an from Boston made her way up the ele-
| vator and found his room. The door was
| open. The Boston girl looked in and there
| sat a little, rotund, red-headed man read
| ing a newspaper.
us this Mr.. Harris" asked the Boston
| girl.
"Yesm" replied the red-headed man
| without raising his eyes.
| Il have called to see you, Mr.. Harris
said the Boston girl. MY name is Bessie
Blank, and you ought to know me- for I
am writer"
"Yes'm," said Uncle Remus, looking very
uncomfortable and still keeping his eyes
upon the paper.
II would like to have chat with you"
| said the young lady, raising her voice and
casting an inquiring look at the chair at
| Mr.. Harris's side which he was too scared
| to offer her.
| ''Yes'm," said Uncle Remus, desperately
But" the woman went on after a pause
II see, sir, that you don't want to talk and
| I had better co.
| 'Yes'm," said Uncle Remus, and with that
| the irate young woman left
| And still Uncle Remus is the soul of
| kind-heartedness. He is so bashful how
| ever, that he could not do otherwise than
| he did He is backward in talking to
| strangers, and it is only now and then that
| he has a caller who seems to just suit him.
| This was the case with Mr.. Vischer of Chi
| cago Vischer is very brilliant young
| newspaper man. have never seen him. but
am told that his appearance reminds one
| of the story of the country woman and the
| hippopotamus. The country woman went to
| the circus, and when she saw this animal
| she stood before him for some time in
| speechless establishment At last with a
| gasp she said to her husband, "Oh. nv
| amt he plain" Well, Mr.. Vischer is a lit
| tie plain, quality which is also possessed
| to certain extent by Mr. Harris Mr.
| Vischer is we'll known in Chicago He is
also known in other quarters, and he
thought, of course, Mr.. Harris would know
him by name So he stepped jauntily into
| tn office and held out his hand and said:
How are you, Mr.. Harris? My name is
Vischer'
Uncle Remus looked up and as he did so
held out his hand, and then burst into a
he arty ha! ha. ha! Why how do You do
Mr. Vischer? Ha! ha! ha! am glad to meet
| you, Mr.. Vischer Ha, hal :" and he went
on laughing as though he would split his
fat sides.
Il am glad to meet you" said Mr. Visch-
er, as he Strengthened himself up a little
| Indignantly. But can't see what on earth
you are laughing att
At this Uncle Remus burst into another
laugh and said, as he rather affectionatelv
laid his hand on Vischer's shoulder: wen
to tell you the truth, Mr. Vischer. l am
| laughing at you / like your looks You see
| l have always had the reputation of being
the uglest man in the United States. but
| you beat me. 1 want to take you out and
introduce you TO my wife"
This was said in such tone that Vischer
could not get angry at it. He rather dis
puted the position which Uncle Remus had
thrust upon him as he looked at him. But
he shook hands, ard a little later on the
two went out to Uncle Remus's home to-
gether. Vischer was delighted with Uncle