The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1903-09-13
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dolls wardrobe. and my boy doesn care
for dolls"
But, Mr.. Alexander"
Precisely. The mummy Ia Mr.. John
Alexander. the artist. He is as much stared
at as was ever one Of his own paintings
He seems so unhuman that people discm
him as if he were a wooden figure. and he
hears one farmer say to another:
"What is he. anyway"
"Why, don't You know? He's a Nor
mon
An acquaintance asks him how he man :
aged 70 reproduce the cerements Of the
real thing in the mummy line
I'VE bought white muslin" says Mr..
Alexander. soaked it in coffee. spread it
out on the grass and sprinkled ashes over
H. We LEI it lie there until the ashes and
he coffee had nuarelled with each other
long enough 70 produce the nnholy mix
ture Of tints you now behold.
And your face
Painted with water colors and then
sprinked with ashes.
1t was Mr. Alexander who painted half
dozen posters for az many different at e.
fractions. Miss Clara McChesney painteo
az many more Miss McChesney also
desert Ell her easnt on the day of the fair
ard was gorgeous in a 1yrolean cost ume
which fairly popped ont the eyes of the
farmers wives who beheld her.
Mime Louise Homer possibly thought
that she would he more Of a novelty to the
public if she did not dress in costume.
At any rate she was quite herself in spite
of the fact that her ashland had developed
horns and a Mephistophelian cut which
should he disconcerting to any wife.
Mr. Carroll Beokuiths role seemed TO
be that of general utility man. He pinned
on medals made appropriate remarks,
toted posters al the rattle and prompted
Nero who cautioned them off
| Nero. who looked almost but not quite
/ as much like Mr.. Denny as he did like the
Roman Emperor, was a lovely sight
mounted upon counter. hammering a
| megaphone with birch stick intended Ia
suggest the fasces and ookingas if he would
| like to fiddle as he beguiled the crowd into
burning their money. that being the sort
Of holocaust auctioneering Neros particu
larly affect
Mrs, Custer, widow of the General, was
| III ~ vi DOotll, Dut " WIS dlInCN'
impossible to discover which one, as she
was being necessarily implored to PLEASE
stand out here just a minute. won't
your" by every one Of the 500 amateur
photographers who were clicking about at
such a rate that it sounded like tele.
graph Office,
Mrs. Custer always assented with good.
nature which certainly was angelic, and
which must be put alongside Of the two
Saint Peters a. additional proof Of Onteora's
resemblance to heaven.
The plain clothes celebrities were equally
complainant. Their progress along the
arena was a new sort of two-step, one
two, click! one, two, click!
II was In this staccato fashion that
Ruth McEnery Stuart and her sister. Miss
McEnery. got good naturedlv about the
place; that Bliss Carman in Norfolk jacket
and, as usual. the reverse Of the priest
all shaven and shorn." sought grassy
spot and contemplated the prize oxen
who regarded him ruminatively in return
So tho crowd men. women and poets
n thousand Of them altogether looked or
nj n scene which was unique. Nothing
! like il was ever seen outside of dream
For il is only in dreams or at Onteora hat
one could see a fancy dress ball turned ont
to grass.