Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-04-01
LOVED HIS OWN VOICE

In q, n 50 eet ID rding mouse tneFe Is
young man no lol b the sound Of his own
voice.
He Il noi rarfi} larly taikative at the
table. It Is the litude of his own room
that he dol Is on bearing his own vocal
emissions
He recites 10 hin elf in his ro0m-recites
''Curfew SfI IL Nd = ETC., the one about
the soldier ho la dying In Algiers. An
tonys calorI condensation over the body
of Caesar. ienxrs whoop-' em-up taIkfest
with the ROD ans al Victims, '.Jim Bludsoe. .
and thus on.zad inf6itum, ad nauseam. nux
vomica. to the end 81 the recitation books.
When he gets tired Of reciting he bursts
into song-song of the waw-haw-haw-haw
basso profundo variety, about spit-curled
bo'sun's mates who were buried In the de-
heep. THE Fri-har of Holy o-hor-ders. .
THE Joy-hoys OF Whine" and that sort
of thing.
The young man in the K street boarding
house has about as much of a singing voice
as thirsty camel nine days from desert
mirage, and he e1ocutes like lushed long
shoreman striking stevedore for mixed
ale money in advance.
Yet he. loves the sound of his own voice
From the time that he seeks the seclusion
OF his room. after the o'clock boarding
house dinner, until he's ready to turn in,
about four hours later, he entertafns him
self with weird vocal manifestations OF his
own creation.
When he begins to grow sleepy he emits
explosive, nelodramatic yawns, just like
he's heard drugged stage heroes yawn when
the villain Is lurking in the off1ng with the
deadly snickersnee up his sleeve.
When he awakens in the morning, at an
early. hour, he likewise gves-yent to prac-
tice yawns that can be heard by the nanny
getting breakfast down in the basement
kitchen.
of his own voice occupies middle second
story room. The mingled wrath and grief
of the young law student who holds down
the adjoining room may be left to the mag
room and tore at his hair over it for sew
eral weeks before he finally thought out a
scheme.
Last week he hired a photograph.
He planted the photograph in buggy.
drove out into4the country, and there he
spent an hour believing into the thing. He
shouted about a dozen pieces from the reel
tation book particularly favored by the
man who occupied the adjoining boarding
house room, and then he opened another
crate of photograph rolls and bawled into
the machine eight or ten of the best-liked
basso bowls of the young man who loved
the sound of his own voice.
Then he took the photograph to his room,
fitted to 1t the biggest trumpet that he could
rent for money, and invited half dozen
of his fellow students to his room on the
same evening. linen tney all SloOu ny loi
the next room torment to come up from the
dinner table and open up.
The party didn't have long to wait.
The young man who dotted on his own
vocal exudations was in his room by a
quarter to seven. and while he was getting
into his smoking jacket he began on the
Hamlet soliloquy.
The law student started the photograph,
and away 1t cantered. with the song
Rocked in the Cradle of the Deep as a
starter. sa"
They're Off" bawled all the young men
in the law students room.
The Hamlet solilequy suddenly ceased
But the monograph didn't. The law stu
dent damned cylinder after cylinder into It
1t went ahead for a solid hour now shout
ing and now falling into burlesque basso
song. -H
Meanwhile there wasn't sound from
the next room. When the>last cylinder had
been worked. off on the monograph, the
law student wore beatifc smile.
There may. be a rough house over this
between that chap and me, but I've got to
do something. and the game goes as 1t
lays" he said.
Just then there was knock on his door.
Come n'Tsaid the law student
First the countenance. wearing sheep
ish grin, and then the shape of the young
man who loved the sound of his own voice
entered. <.f-
"Says fellers,i I'm buyin',' said the young
man who loved his own voice. What Il
you all have, and III send the waiter Out
for it?" s,