The Worcester spy. [volume] (Worcester, Mass.) 1898-1904, 1899-12-14
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Town Tales
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At a fair which was held in Worces-
ter this week, one of the features was
two girls dressed in regulation Chi
nese costume. When asked by the re-
porter for their names, they both re-
fused to give them. AS they walked
around the hall they were very con-
spicuous, both on account of their dress
and their good looks. They said that
they did not put on the attire of the
washer washer man" merely to at
tract attention, but solely for the
cause Of the society that was giving
the fair.
They were not aware of a clause in
the statutes of Massachusetts,, and also
down in the local police regulations,
that dressing in mems costume was
against the law. However, they get
around that, to their own satisfaction
by assuming that the blouse and wide
trousers are the garb of the Chinese
woman, as well as that of the men.
That they received the general atten-
ton of the audience at the fair, 1t is
needless to say. They are in it for the
good Of the cause, and they have es-
pecially asked the papers to keep out
their names, as it might interfere with
their work as Sunday school teachers.
One of the best of the good things that
q man will offer as an excuse to escape
paying a bill was furnished Sunday
evening Ten young colored men had
been promised 50 each to sing at rally.
They had no rehearsal, but all knew
snatches Of rag-time melody, and were
willing to take a chance with sacred
music.
The young men passed an uncom-
Portable afternoon, and when the even
ing meeting began, all were of the
opinion that the 81 was not such easy
money as at first supposed. The humili-
alton of being ordered to sing sacred
songs without books was a staggerer
for the songsters, but they warbled
through in harmony, and were happy
when the ordeal was finished.
The man who had promised the two
bones was stopping at the Bay State
house, and as efforts to have him shell
out availed nothing, the minstrels fol-
lowed him to the hotel. He had not
been in his room half a minute before
four men piled in and demanded two"
each. Cigars were passed around, and
the lecturer found it convenient to talk
about the weather and the kindnesses
shown him by the newspapers.
Half a dozen men lined up in front
of the hotel waiting for the quartet to
file it's report on it's search for the lee
turer and the promised two dollars each.
The quartet came empty handed, and
said that the lecturer would pay them
the next day. There was wrath in the
manner of the young men, until one of
the four who had executed the touch
for money made up the following state
ment: ooh, he was willing enough to
pay US, but he said he was too nervous
to sign a check"
Two men went into a restaurant near
the viaduct last night. When the wait
er came along, one of them said he
would have oysters, meaning that he
wished them raw and on the half shell.
What will you have?' said the wait
err to the other.
IN have oysters, too" he replied.
The waiter was gone some time, and
VIXEN he came back he brought one
man raw oysters and the other an
oyster stew.
Then there was a wrangle. The man
that was given the oyster stew swore
up and down that he never ordered it,
and the upshot of it was that both men
left the restaurant in high dudgeon. 1t
was nearly an hour later before it
a mistake.
They were talking about curious mis-
takes in the types and odd advertise
ments, last night, in The Spy composing
room while waiting for time to be CAL
led. Some pretty good stories were told
when it came the turn Of the new Sub
who had worked in England.
We'll" said he, "Ill tell you Of an
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can be made when the spelling of words
sounded alike is confused. A man out
Of work sent an 'ad' to one of the papers
for situation. In the old country a
job is called a berth, and the adj read
this way: I am out of employ and
would like a birth, being a married
man To this day I'll bet that fellow
does not know that he perpetrated a
capital joke
Actors are great raconteurs and they
swap stories when they get together.
The man who looks like Shakspere with
a shave had just told a good one in the
lobby of Lothrop's, yesterday after
noon, when Barry Sullivan, the famous
tragedian, was mentioned.
IT'S an old story" said the actor,
"but it's a good one. Barry was playing
in one of the English towns in the char
acter of Richard the Third. He came to
the line, A horse, a horse, my kingdom
for horse One of the irreYerent gal
lery gods sung out, Would not a donkey
do, Mr.. Sullivan? 1t was an embarass-
ing moment for the manager. who
feared the tragedy would be turned into
ridicule, but Sullivan's ready wit saved
the day Yes, he said, turning upon the
god like a flash, come around to the
stage door, The laugh was on the chap
in the gallery then, and he skunk out
while the play went on better than
ever"
Last evening I dropped into the Park
theatre for a few moments, and it fell
to my lot to be seated in the midst of a
half dozen women. Every one of them
had different opinion to offer on the
artists, and in. one or two cases there
was a warm argument on what con-
stituted joke.
The majority of the artists, however,
made a favorable impression on the
fair sex, but on no particular one did
the opinions vary more than on Miss
Giacintha Della Rocco, the violinist
She is certainly an attractive young
woman and created a favorable impress
sion on the audience in general.
Her real beauty was matter of
much concern to those who sat near
me, however, and she had not been on
the stage two minutes before a woman
who sat on my right insisted that it
would be much better for the pretty
violinist if she kept her eyes open.
Another thought different, and they
kept up an incessant discussion until
one young woman who sat directly be-
hind me underneath Maud Adams hat
which was tipped over on her left eye
nudged the woman who sat at my side
and said in a stage whisper She
makes me sick" The remark could be
heard for three or four seats in each