The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1904-10-23

SOME SHARP EPIGR AMMATIC
HITS BY WILTON LACKAI

. HITS BIZ WILTON LACKAYE. .
. A man has no right to an opin- .
. ion unless he has a brain capable q
. of an opinion and the education .
. which permits him to sit In judg- .
. ment.
. A critic Is one who runs behind .
. the bunch and cries. Come on .
. The work of a lifetime and bril- .
. liant career may be ruined by a half q
. stick Of cold type.
% The show me" of Missouri Is not .
Q the evidence of superior ability. but .
a Macedonian cry for help. .
- A striking feature Of the Fair Is .
. its unpopularity with certain classes .
. Of the aristocracy who consider it .
. ill-mannered to come to St Louis. =
Q One blissful feature of the art e1-
. hibit at the Exposition is the alb
. sence of the absinthe-frappe class =
. Of landscapes
. After all. the painter Of pictures .
. who can leave his work behind him .
. is the true artist and the man who .
. reaps his reward for living.
~grogzery during the consultation. While
he sits in apparent drunken stupor. the
penitent one says: Where can I fnd one
who will take this newsT The navy,
jumps to his feet. with the words. I Will
Am who are you"
The book provides the answer. Hawk
shaw, the detective as wig and false
whiskers are snapped off. Well. 1 was
Hawkshaw, and the house was damned
to the doors. while General Rosecrans
and his distinguished companions occupied
the sole box. I had made elaborate prep
arations in makeup. and hao provided
a new wig and an ideal representation o.
the navy Matters were approaching a
crisis and / was asleep as all good drunk
ards should be. The despafrfng cry was
raised for a trusty messenger, and true
to programme came the demand. Who
will take this note9
Throwing my soul into the action OF
the sentiment I staggered up and cried, I
will!' I was awaiting with bated breath
the denouement when I should reply TO
his. And who are your with disclosure
of my feature from under the s
Instead, the incons;derate hero advanced
genially, grabbed my beard and lifted
whiskers, wig and all OH. with an on.
it's YOU. Hawkshaw, old man. All right,
you're the very thing The humor in that
nights proce edings did not strike me until
years afterwards.
NEVER SUCH A FAIR BEFORE.
Eyes. I nave been to the Fair. Taken
altogether. should say that I had spent
two months among the beauties of the ES-
position. One thing hat strikes me most
strongly about it is its extreme unpopu-
larity with those classes Of the so-called
a-istocracy. who consider 1t in-mannered
to come to ST. Louis for such an Exposi-
ton as is found here. Society of Cleveland.
Pittsburg. Cincinnati and those cities in
the neighborhood have turned up their
noses and deemed it too common to at
tract their heightened attention. II this
Fair were over in Switzerland or some
other European locality. there would not
be enough steamers in commission to carry
across these self-same society danes and
their necessary adjuncts. the men.
Their never was such an exhibition and
there will not be another for fifty years,
anyhow. The Art Palace alone Is attractive
enough to suit anyone who lays claim to
am education whatever. l am proud OF the
showing which the United States has made
in the display of paintings and works OF
art. There IS a distinct absence OF that
absin ;he-fra style of landscapes which
formerly .ined the walls of art exhiSs-
Out here we see wonderful portralts, may
nlficcnt specimens of the handfwork Of the
artist. who, after all. Is the only man In
the world who can with satisfaction turn
his back upon earth at the n of life
with the full and comfortable knowledge
thar he has done something for his fellow
man. and that he leaves a legacy Oh per-
-oror$ 1-oyt,a IN the Odd WOrsd