The Butte inter mountain. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1901-1912, 1901-05-10
THE PRESS AGENTS THRILLING
RIDE WITH MISS MAULDY GONE.

From the very first it has been known
that some press agents would see the
possibilities offered by the ride of the
one legged chauffeur down the slide at
the circus now holding forth at the
Madison Square Gardens, but it was not
until last night that one of them real
ized on his investment of time and
energy. Among those he "rides herd
or in a Broadway burlesque company,
i: little Mouldy Bore, shy. retiring,
petite one who shrinks from the glare
OF publicity she Is forced to endure and
who would much rather be back on the
farm doing the daily chores around the
house and barn, than draw upon her
shapely limbs each night the gay pink
tights she is forced to wear, and fiaunt
her curvilinear beauties before the ag-
gregation of fur cloak manufacturers,
lace importers and divorced lawyers who
alright her with their bold glances.
willing to Sacrifice Herself.
Her soul is in her work, however, and
when told by her press agent that the
welfare of her employers depended largo
~ upon tn maintenance of the high
standard of work that has marked the
efforts of the bureau of publicity pro-
motion she willingly offered herself
told. however, that she was to take the
soul frightened ride down the incline in
the automobile with Fitzpatrick she
shuddered a dainty, demure one night
stand shudder. and then said:
I will do my duty"
Last night was selected for the trial.
Early in the evening shy little Miss
Mouldy Gore was waiting in the en-
trance. looking ever and anon at the
long incline that led up towards the roof
Of the Garden. Notwithstanding the
great feat she was about to attempt, she
was gay and blithe and gave no evidence
of the great strain she was under. Only
once did she betray signs of agitation.
Turning to the faithful press agent who
stood at her side. she murmured:
Air you sure all the newspaper men
are here?'
They air." said the press agent.
do you think they'll make a column
of it," she asked. anxiously.
Press Agents Work Well Done.
"An of that" he said, reassuringly.
''There are five artists out there, those
over in the box eating sandwiches and
drinking beer; furnished both. Then
there are men from all the other papers
down in the basement finishing the last
of case of wine. They'll be back in n
| minute, as the last cork has been pulled
You need fear nothing. little one, Old
| Grabspace. the original wonder worker
has this thing in charge"
A few minutes later Fitzpatrick sailed
up to the entrance and little Miss
Mouldy Gore. without a trace of terpida-
ton. seated herself by Kilpatricks side.
How nice it is that you only have one
leg" she said. pleasantly. ut makes so
much more room.''
Mr.. Fitzpatrick acknowledged that lie
| was glad, too. He saw that no story of
| Miss Mouldy Cores exploit could get
into print without some mention of him.
He deserved it.
| An Awe Inspiring Spectacle.
Into the ring they whirled. the whit .
| runabOut squirting gusts Of steam
around the track in terrifying manner.
Then the white runabout mounted the
incline and then ran down again. The
ascent was marked only by one incident.
For a moment Miss Mouldy Gore turned
! as white as cold cream and grasped the
| arm of her companion nervously.
My sakes," she whispered hoarsely.