The Anaconda standard. [volume] (Anaconda, Mont.) 1889-1970, 1899-01-12
THE RUINED PRESS AGENT.
Pair of Spectac1es and a German Paper
in the Hands of an Indian Did Him Up

ialf Oh SpecCacleS ana q German Paper
in the Hands ofan Indian Did Him Up.
The press agent walked into the cafe
| looking pale and haggard His iron
| nerve was gone. There was break in
his voice as he ordered a drink of whis-
key. His friends around the table were
| much concerned.
| Good heavens, Omens!" exclaimed
one, whats the matter?"
! Omens groaned, lifted his drink to
his mouth with trembling hand, drank
| it and groaned again.
Il say, Omens,' asked his friend
| again, what is it, old chap? Can't we
| help your
I'm past all help faltered the press
agent. I'm ruined man. For 10 years
| have labored successfully in the field
created by myself. The reporters came
when I called and hurried away to
write my little stories when I was
through with them. I had the conf
dence of the newspaper folks and you
know my reputation as a boomer"
Yes, yes, but, my dead Omens, you're
| still on earth Why despair?'
| Because the reporters will never be-
| lieve me again, and where is a press
agent when the reporters lose faith in
him? I tell you I am ruined. l shall
apply for job on the cable road to-
| morrow
heads. while Omens took another drink.
How did it happen?" asked one,
softly.
The press agents eyes flashed
After | refused to do any more work
for De Reszke and Sembrich,'' he said,
for the habit was still strong upon him,
Il engaged to bring to the notice Of the
public the sterling qualities Of a band
OF musical Indians. We were to open
last night in Blanktown, N. J. I don't
| know whether we opened or not, for
I'quit. Yesterday afternoon ] summoned
to the Blanktown music hall the repre-
sentatives of Blanktowrs one morning
and two afternoon papers, also the edi-
tors of several weeklies and dailies
published in the vicinity. 1t was a press
reception.
THE Indians looked picturesque in
their war paint and feathers. The press
representatives were enthusiastic. I
was happier than had been since I left
the Metropolitan opera house. I saw
such notices to come as no band of
musical Indians had ever had before.
1t was in the midst of my triumph that
the fall came.
" Are they the real thing?' asked the
representative of the Blanktown Gazoo.
Well I should smoke q herring I
answered in my ocular way.
We'll, I can scarcely believe it, said
"As all the others We're around me I
took this opportunity to expatiate on
the genuiness of our exhibit I made
my usual neat little speech. The man
from the Gazoo listened patiently
When I was all through he pointed over
my shoulder and said in a thin, little
voice:
" If they're genuine, how do you ac-
count for that?
II turned and there sat one of our
band of aborigines, with pair of gold
trimmed spectacles on, reading a copy of
the Staats-Zeitung. / was speechless
When I recovered my breath l made a
hurried apology and left the music hall.
/ went to the hotel, got my grip and
came to town. The musical Indians are
without a press agent now, and I am
press agent without a reputation. I
tell you, am ruined. Those Blanktown
reporters will publish me far and wide
Goodbye, boys. I'm going after that
job on the cable road now. Think of me
now and then and take warning by my
case and steer clear of wandering bands
of musical Indians" And the press
agent went out into the night.