The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1898-01-28

There was an exciting time towards
the wee sma' hours of yesterday morn
ing in a Wyoming avenue billiard room.
1t was certainly the hugest of the sea-
son.
A good-sized crowd of the boys about
town were lounging about the parlors
when in came Special officer Bryant,
who is. or thinks he is, professional
hypnotist, despite the rough experience
his hypnotist show had down the state
last summer. Among the loungers was
Johnnie Steele, the well-known foot
ball player. Stelle had headache, or
at least said he had. If there is one
thing more than another that a SEMI
professional hypnotist can do it is to
cure a headache.
Stelle was willing to submit to the
operation and in less than no time he
was in Tranceland. Then Bryant be-
gan to drive out the headache. He
went through the various customary
manipuations and mental operations
and after he was satisfied that it was
all day with Mr.. Headache, he clapped
his hands together, shook Stelle by the
shoulder and shouted: You're all
right, wake up"
WOULDN'T WAKE UP.
But Stele wasn't all right, and Stelle
didn't wake up. Bryant clapped his
hands, shook Steele's shoulder and again
assured him that he was all right and
that he might wake up.
Stelle was dead to the world; moth
ing would rouse him. Fifteen minutes
passed and all ordinary means proving
futile, Bryant proceeded to take desper-
ate measures to resuscitate his subject
A billiard cue was broken across the
soles of Stelle's shoes and pins were
jabbed into him as if he was a PIN
cushion, but nary move.
Bryant was pretty well excited by
| this time and so was the crowd. A gall
vanic battery was sent for, but an
hour passed without the messenger re-
turning. White as a sheet and with
his knees knocking together the hyp-
notist at last gave up in despair and
said he would go for a doctor.
"No, you don't" said the crowd.
| "You stay here
One of the crowd volunteered to go
! for a doctor and in a few minutes re-
! turned with one that he found loung-
ing about the Westminster lobby.
A TERRIBLE RIvELATToN.
"Hum! This man can't recover.
He's been cast into a controptigolaptic
/ transposition and no power on earth
! can revive him." said the Westminster
| lobby doctor, after feeling the urchn's
| pulse and listening to his heart beats.
Some amateur hypnotist has been
| guilty of this, l suppose. Who was it?"
This man." said the crowd, pointing
| to the quaking constable-mesmerist.
us there an officer here?" queried
! the doctor.
Pm a detective" said one of the
! young men, stepping forward.
Take this man in charge until re-
| turn. 1 would not think of making a
move in this case without a second
! physician being present.
Fifteen minutes later two Westmin-
! ster lobby doctors returned. They be-
! gan to work on the victim. Small
! doses of whiskey were frequently
forced down his throat but it was like
pouring it into a rat hole. Despite the
/ fact that no effect was apparent, the
/ two doctors persisted in their treat
ment. One tablespoonful after another
! was dumped into Stelle's mouth, until
/ fully three-quarters OF a pint was
! gurgling in his "innards."
Two hours and forty minutes after
Stelle first sank into the trance the per-
! sistent doctors saw their faith in their
| treatment rewarded.
| STEELE REVIVED.
With a whoop that would do a Com
manche credit, Steele leaped from the
| pool table and commenced to stand
| things on their heads. Twelve men
| grappled with him, but could not hold
| him.
! Bryant, in great joy, shouted direc-
tions what to do. Steele tossed chairs
around, kicked over cuspidors and had
a general jolly good time. After some
minutes he queted down and gradually
resumed his normal condition. Bryant
wanted to go and they let him off after
he made vow he would never do any
more hypnotizlne.
Steele said: Gee, fellows, T can
stand pins and billiard cues, but Pm
no tank. 1t wouldn't have been so bad
If you'd thrown in a little wash once
| in a while"