Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-08-26
PORTSMOUTH FANC|ES
Newcastle Folk Poured Out
to See ENJOYS.
POKOTILOFF'S COATS
BIG FIELD FOR AUTOGRAPH
FIENDs OF ALL AGES.
The Wentworth Hotel Beauty and Her
Daily Stunt-Lights Out
at 8 O'Clock
POKOTILOFF'S COATS
SpecinI pisnnfch 10 The Star.

Special Dispatch TO The Star.
PORTSMOUTH. N. H. August 26.-Going
toward Newcastle there is quite HILL and
over the brow Of 1t late yesterday after
| noon rose pillar OF dust. through which
loafers upon the hotel piazza could mako
out the vague outlines of many legs and
bodies moving in concord. The folks on
the piazza rose to their feet, and secret
service man started a trot for the dust
cloud. He knew the Russian ENJOYS and
| some of their suite had gone down the is
land for a stroll and he did not know what
| had happened. He felt easier in his mind
in minute.
1t was the adult and ablebodied popula-
ton of Newcastle feasting its eyes upon
two highly embarrassed peace pienipoten-
tiaries and a minister to Peking. Witte.
Rosen and Pokotilon, with n secretary or
two along. were walking down the pretty
road. when somebody recognized them. The
impression prevails here that the fire bell
must have been rung by = quick witted
citizen, for in half a minute ali the inhabi-
tants OF Newcastle except eight who are
bedfast or babes in arms were pouring out
doors to see the strangers
1t was worse than photographers, this
battery OF curious eyes. So the pedestrians
decided to turn back to the Wentworth.
but tnat ulQ not keep the villagers, VINO
| went right along with them. not saying a
word. but never taking their eyes on tho
moving pictures.
When the procession hove in sight OF the
hotel Witte. in the middle. was limping
| along looking more fiustered than Komura
has ever seen him look. On one side tripped
the dapper Rosen. and on the other shuff1ed
the lubber-gaited Pokotilon They also
were feeling little mite shy. The New
CASTERS turned back at the edge OF tho
Wentworth grounds. 1t is believed that
hereafter events in Newcastle will date
from the day the big Russians came
through afoot.
A Corking Good Joke.
Pokotiloff told corking good Joke to q
lot of the correspondents. His great bar
rel of body shook and his Jungle beard
wagged as he told 1t this morning.
The Peking minister. like most men who
| live in the east or the tropics Is partial
| to white clothes. His fancy turns to linen
coats with large pearl buttons and patch
pockets. Early this week he confded four
Of these coats. slightly soiled. to the laun-
dry. When his bundle came back the
coats were not there. He went to the
clerk, and the clerk went to the wash lady
or the wash gentleman. or whoever 1t 10
that runs the laundry, and directed that e
tracer be sent after Mr.. Pokotilofr's linen
not be found. The management stood
ready to pay the cost of the garments. but
the big Russian did not want money. lie
An American, wise in the ways Of summer
hotels gave him tip. He took It. He
sought out a smart bell boy. told him hia
troubles and offered him 25 cents bonus for
every linen coat he received.
And do you know that, gentlemen" said
Pokotiloff. thanks to the bell boy.
now have seven linen coats-Iny own four
three which mo hes ,lfi -
The Russian Good Humor.
Little things like this kept all the Rus.
slams in good humor except Korostovi.E,
He has Hampshire ache in his jaw Hia
| face is badly swollen one side. and in
the privacy of his bed chamber they do say
| he is coming attractive new Muscovite
cuss words. He drove to Portsmouth yess
| terday fast auto could take him.
| and dentist dug down into the msbeha
| ing moar and put some cotton and stun
| into 1t.
| The pain ceased for a while. and the sec.
| retary came back with a personal knowI.
| edge of what a New England dentfst's
| thumb tastes like. but calm look in his
| eye toward night, though the nerve woke
/ up again feeling rather peevish, and II did
rushing business until daylight. There
| may be a tooth-pulling to chronicle in COM
| nection with his peace conference before
| dark.
The autograph fends big and little. are
|
| are many and the harvest is good. II has
| been about three days since the business
| started. One of the Japanese correspond
| ents appeared with a little plush album q
| small edition of the kind we used to have
| in the grammar schools, and began holdS
| ing up the natives for signatures.
| Boom in Autograph Albums.
| A boom in autograph albums followed.
All the children and a good many OF the
| grown folks caught the disease, and today
almost anybody, above the grade Of hired
| hand. is good enough to write his name and
an original sentiment in book.
A little girl waylaid one of the Jap sec>
retaries in the big road today. She put her
album in one of his hands and her fountain
pen in the other. Then she held his cand
| for him while he squatted down in full
view of the hotel porch and wrote for hef
| something which resembed the tracks q
| cockroach would make If il fell into an
| inkwel and escaped alive. Another of the
| Japs, who takes his work pretty seriously,
| did a serial story for her which covered
two pages and continued over on third.
Sato has probably been called on to wrtd
his name oftener than any one. and after
| him Takahira. Not even Pokotiloffs big
Chinese man servant. is allowed 10 escape,
His name, in Chinese characters, glorifiea
the albums of several lucky summer gfrla
| and boys
The Wentworth Beauty.
There is one woman here who does no1
| auto golf or swim. She doesn't carry d
| kodak, buy souvenir postals collect
| autographs. Every summer hotel has ona
| or more official beauties, and she is the
Wentworths. She sits hour after hour ON
| the piazza with her profile turned at just
the proper angle to give the rest of US q
real treat. Her expression rarely changea
There is something uncanny, deathly I'D
| the official beautys calm of countenance,
Once in a great while she smiles just the
| least little bit and then puts her face in
| the coffin and screws down the lid. She
| Is fairly good looking, official beau<
| ties CO. and dresses as well any womaHj
here.
Some self-sacrificing patriot of NeWt,
Castle stays up every night until o'clock
at which unseemly hour he sleep walks
down the road toward Portsmouth and
turns out all the electric lights which
line the way as far as the corporate lin1
between the two towns. To burn theu2
later would b clear WASTE os mone3