The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1902-02-25
There Was n Resemblance.

When ne got on street car bound for
down town he shuf1led we'll UP front to get
a seat and here his type struck two we'll
dressed men back of Inn and they poked
little quiet fun at him. One declared
that he would make good unnerstudy
for 10 WEIGH Their respect for him
went up several legs when, upon being
asked for his fare, ne again produced a
large bill.
Hes there with the coin, anyway"
said one of them.
+ Our hero left the car at Hennepin and
after a confidential talk with big police
man again got his bearings for the central
police station. After much buffeting about
he managed to make the entrance of the
alley, where he stopped to make a small
purchase from trinket man who looked
enough like hin, to be a cousin.
What will you have, my good MANI"
asked Jailer Robert Wilson, as the
stranger entered the station. The latter
started in with a long story about having
sympathy informed him that police head
quarters was the place to report his loss.
He Told of R-r-rObbers.
At police headquarters in the center Of
an interested circle-With Chief Ames' at
tention arrested for the moment by the
dialogue-he again made known his
troubles.
He introduced himself as Abraham ia
cobs, and the detective force is now looks
ing for a long and a short man who are
accused of having eloped with six over
coats from Mr.. Jacobs "cloding store on
Washington avenue N. .. 3. -.
With tears in his eyes, he lamented the
loss of the coats which he had expect
ed to realize a snug profit. His tale so
impressed Detective Harvey that he took
pains to secure minute description of
the thieves and promised that no stone
should be left unturned to apprehend the
miscreants. .-.
eff man could only make himself look
like. that on the stage, he'd have this
man WEIGH at the Bijou} backed off the
boards" said Captain Coffin, convulsed
with laughter at the simple, unaffected
mannerisms of the unfortunate.
isn't he hit?'' exclaimed Captain
Hill. IF man could copy his makeup,
he would make his fortune on the stage"
Occasionally a twinkle lurked I'M the
corner of Mr. ia cob,s eye 80
They Weren't ..Wise."1
They never suspected that they had
been! talking with 10 Welch in s'dis-
geese" f.
Accompanied by a Journal man, Mr..
WEIGH, who: was out. doing a little ode
fecktive" work on the side, continued up
persons right and left. In the Wisconsin
Central ticket Office he declared that the
regular fare, to Milwaukee was too much,
whereupon the ticket clerk, with fine
scorp offered to give him pass.
10 WEIGH, now with the .Orpheum show
at the Bijou theater, is the man who
created the sYiddish type of comedian,
now familiar on the. vaudeville stage,
along with his Irish, German and colored
colleagues. His makeup defes detection
on or off the stage. Tt takes him nearly
two hours to grow his beard before
going on for his half-hour turn, and when
he has put on the last finishing touches
it is impossible to tell it from the real
thing.
Mr.. WEIGH ''created the part'' at the
National theater on the Bowery, New
York, several years ago, and now has a
host Of imitators. He grew up in New
York, where he made close study. of
the Polish Jew. His characterization has
the merit OF being drawn true to life,
and his success has been due chiefly to
that fact.