The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1903-02-21

man before he wore inc fnOLley, out ne
never returned to the burnt cork after
he whitened his face. William, to tell
the truth, was a happy go lucky fellow
and spent his money freely in the sun
shine without a care for the forthcom-
ing frost and financial panic. In adj
dition to a good fat salary the clever
clown also controlled with generous
profits the sale of his song books on
hymns" as he facetiously called them.
BY the time Billy had squared up with
his manager and paid off other winter
scores he was reminded by the celebra-
ton of Independence day that the sea-
son was we'll advanced and no deposits
had been made for the frigid future.
Annually William mentally promised
financial reform, but as his habits and
expenditures remained unchanged and
managers continued to loan in advance.
he maintained a summer of surfet and
a winter of debt and self-denial.
Billy Burt was quite surprised to
hear from disappointed performer the
startling intelligence: Bailey is not
advancing a cent this year." The
statement received immediate and dis
maying confirmation from several sorry
sources, and the usually sanguine jes-
ter viewed the future with dismay.
The dread intelligence was promulgated
just as the clown was contemplating a
negotiation, and the news that other
managers had assumed a similar stand
as his now added to his discourage
ment.
L1o1 ham n DIM wing
the civil war and perhaps his military
service had something to do with his
scheme of feeling the enemy. On occa-
sional days he dropped in at the mana
gers office and passed the time of day
| without expressing his uppermost
| thoughts and desire. Bailey, the most
industrious of managers, was always
engrossed, and as no opportune OPEN
| ing occurred, the clown was too shreWd
! to risk his chances and force his re-
quest to abrupt and unalterable refusal.
Patience is virtue; willy William had
virtue, but no money. After repeated
unpromising trips Billy Burt consulted
| himself and concluded:
Bailey is an early riser the first
man about the office after the janitor,
and may find him in a humor to tao
kle."
The very next morning the clown pur-
sued his outlined policy and found
| Bailey at his desk before great heap
of already opened letters. The mana
ger had fragrant Havana between his
| lips and that bespoke composure; an in
! Vitation to smoke was encourag ing, and
the jester proceeded to pave his way to
favor. Burt knew that the manager
enjoyed story and he edged in with
the remark:
IT was at Proctors last night. Good
show" The clown eyed the manager as
he spoke. and as he read his face he
ventured on. "Of course you know, Mr..
Bailey, r. r. Proctor, Of the many the
aters, used to be F. F. Levantines. of
| the circus and the variety theaters of
the world. Levantines was most per-
sistent and indomitable worker 7 new
err saw his equal in his line, and his
superiority came from constant and la
borious practice. Perhaps you remem
Der his act: no one could touch him in
kicking a barrel, Maltese cross. globe or
table 1t was a wonder to see him ma
| nipulate the objects with his feet.
| When we were with Den Stone a cham
payne agent. prescribed Fred with a pair
of gigantic bottles manufactured for
advertising purposes. and so large that
the tops would come up to a fellows
shoulder. One morning Fred was kick
ing the big bottles in the ring and
,,Aty1 with nd day
terity. was looking on. You know 1t
always affords me good deal Of pleas
ure to see another person work. Den
Stone Joined me at the ring bank and
remarked:
IT wonder what Fred will kick next"
"Of course Stone being clown had to
answer smart:
''If he don't let up on so much prac
tice he will kick the bucket"
Fred didn't take to the big shows
three rings, hippodrome track and
several platforms thrown In. | believe
that his trip with Stone was the last
under tent although Adam Fore
paugh made a bid for him. Speaking
of Forepaugh. that reminds me the old
man made two improbable trips to
New England before he caught on.
Adam was a great kidder and fond of
his joke, but the Jays used to make him
rather warm by asking him at the door
at every performance:
Adam, where's Ever"
Down in Maine town gily came
up to the front with his ticket and
asked, Are you full, Adam?' OF course
the jay referred to the business, but the
governor took him the other way and
answered:
"'Not in Maine
1.-The countryman was just as ready
as the old man, and all the reader be-
cause he had had several swigs from a,
black bottle supplied by saloon on