Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1898-04-30
HOWARD HOUSE,

plating my deeds and my ways Of going
about So. 50! Oils left arm is governing
| the folds of his decorative cape. The right
| is in the form of a bow in order that the
people may the embroidery of his
| 1acket) Now l salute the president. Good
evening, all. To whom shall l give my
cloak? cfhis is a special compliment on
the part of the matador, who losses it to
some one whom he recognizes on the seats)
An, yes, there | see the Viscount de la
ieiegra The higher the persons rank the
better An there goes my cloak. Now he
| is thanking me for being permitted to hold
| It,: He wouldn't change his place now for
all the kings of the earth. What an honor
| for him, to b, sure,''
The Trumpet Sounds.
The trumpet soNnds-andi the bull pushes
into the arena. 'Cascaras. What horns he
has. and what feet! All, courage. Hail.
queen and mother! Como on, you great
fool. l want to show off. You won't come?
Give one little step. Maria Santissima.
what head he has got! Ho, there. Bless
ed be my mother and my person and NV
grace as a bull fighter, here there is no
one going to shake his cloak better than
L." IMAM
The banderilleros exercise the bull to tire
nm and excite him SO that he will lose
his head Bravo, This bull is a cake and
am going to show myself off at his cost.
Here. you rabbit Bravo! l am here to get
ria Of this bulE 1Whyido they applaud the
olhtio. w nat bfdtSS fNey are, The bull is
smelling at my thetls, dumps the fence
Oh. he nearly had ME that time. Why do
they Mss? L never saw people of so little
coilsi Iteration: Let us go around again and
try to get off with grace
(Ihe bulfs attention Is distracted and
tho matador descends from his place of
saietyo BY the life of my grandfather.
they are applauding the other espada,
What aas he done? He only waved his
cloak What a public! But they are going
to applaud me now, b-r-r-r, you sheep!
IAppiause) Did not say 1t? All, there
is no one to match me in this sort of thiner
Have they finished placing the banderillas?
Lee US make our preparation | believe
that that bull is not punished enough yet
When get hold of a bull completely out of
his four seEseS then | always shine! They
seem to be calling in the banderilleros.
Demohio! If he should happen to make
himself care to me.
crhe last banderlllas are stuck into the
bulls neck until he roarso blessed be
your capa, salerosa! you have given him a
good stroke! With another like that he
would not have single healthy kidney.
Now for the Last Scene.
C'he drum sounds) Come, now, let us
Kill him. o Virgin of Dolors, every time
take hold of the flag the sweat comes out
OF me! But one has to smile to deceive the
amateurs. He now calls to the president.)
Il greet your worship and all amateurs
and all men Of courage! and-ole! We are
gong to kill the bull!
"Letus try him with great wave of the
| flag. Take that, you cursed fellow; take
that. get tired and let me show the
strength of my arm. Help! CA hiss.) They
hiss me because have taken the olive
branch; but did ] have to let myself be
killed? l couldn't strike him then-where
! would the sword have gone? Let US try
another time.
prepares to dispatch the bulL) Now,
hpa6t h a 7
going to put the sword into you. Now for
a stroke. Oof! l hit bone. Little bull,
come here. Remember that L have fam
lily! (Strikes) Long live my merit and
my art! l don't know where l hit him. or
how when!
Great applause. Hats, cigars and oranges
come down like rain from the delighted
audence.) 1T must have been a great
blow! l will pull out the sword by the
side. No, it was only by chance! Thank
heaven they will never know it! And the
experience will give me tone. Ole! the
bull Is dead-long live me and my mother
and my sweetheart and all my family!
How they applaud! Tomorrow 1 will ask
the manager for 1000 pesetas more for
each fight!'
The bull fighters of the old days were
not. as they now always are. profess
SIGNALS; but they were young lovers of the
court. hoping to make themselves accept
able by exhibiting feats of rash daring I'M
der the eyes of their mistresses.
Nowadays the success Of the fighters does
not depend SO much on the applause of
wealth and beauty In the boxes as 1t does
on the fidelity Of the respectable middle
class public IN the reserved seats of the
grada, to say nothing Of the yelling popu-
lace on the stone benches Immediately
around the arena. AS for the modern Span
ish lover. he feels that he is doing a great
deal when he pays the admission price to
the grada for hisssweetheart and her moth
er. The Spanish ioverds. ordinarily, spoony, |
and the Spanish girl observation-disclosures
TO n dppree. thsaS niSh Ofhar IL
often pretentious. and the whole middle |
class and lower glass population astonish- |
ingly democratic and outspoken.
This, then, is the bull fight. and the spir-
it of the bull-fight audience. The audience |
is composed of every type of citizen-the |
respectable ard good, as well as the de- |
PRAYED. Little children suck their oranges |
contentedy while the miserable horses are |
squealing with pain. their entrails protrud- |
ing from their ruined bellies. 1t seems to
be only a question of getting used to it. |
They say you can get used to anything.
STERLING HELLO.