The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1906-12-24
PASSING OF THOMAS LOAFER.
4 BAD INDIAN PRESS ACCENTED
OUT OF NEW YORK.
He's One of S5-COunt Ihem-S5 VINO Ap-
pear 90 the Hippodrome. n n job I'm
Front OF Q Cigar store Appealed 10 Him
"a Higher Art Than Ghost Dancing.

Front Of . Cigar store Appealed 10 Him
q Higher Art Than Ghost Dancing.
With solemn and picturesque ceremonies
that lasted almost t~wenty-four hours Mr.
Thomas Loafer was kicked out OF the Hip
podrome company yesterday, and Saturday
and started toward the Golden West with
a tin can tied to his trailing blue s~uspenders
All the pomp OF the noble red mans inn
pressive rites was brought into play at the
press agent powwow held in the back yard
OF the Sioux Indian boarding house, at 22e
West Thirty-fourth street, yesterday after
noon, and at the conclusion Of the regular
Indians exercises Chief Will
Page-who has been received into the Sioux
tribe on probation Inc is known TO the
other Indians as handed
a bottle Of ap~ollinaris to Miss Omena,
who leads the Lobster Bal let in -Neptune's
Daug liter.
Miss 0mena broke the bottle on Mr..
Loafer's quarter deca "a toe red man started
down the ways. Then Mr.. Loafer was in
duoed TO light out straight into the setting
sur. with the remaining ffty-six Hippo
drome lndians and the tin can following.
MIR. Loafer said his ultimate destination
was the Pine Ridge Agency, South Dakota,
and that he would go there by way of the
Hoboken route. He intends to retire per-
manently from he theatrical profession.
The ceremonies began on Saturday after
noon, when after an impromptu council
OF the Indians a committee of the big
breezes Of the tribe waited upon Little
Father Max Anderson and reported through
Interpreter Jim Gabriel that as a dramatic
artist Mr.. Loafer was a lemon. They said
that ever since the first public perform
ance OF the ghost dance Mr.. Loafer had
always squatted in the spot light to talk
with Nary ullets-in-the-Face Tilly-Not-
Afraid-of-the-Tenor, Observation-Disclosures
the-Sky and the other girls and had
permitted the braves to do all the ghost
dancing. Furthermore, Mr.. Loafer had
refused OF late to turn up for performances
at all and had given his time to wandering
around town looking for a job with some
tobaooonist on the exterior OF the store.
After the Saturday matinee a posse was
formed by Little Father Max Anderson,
and headed by Scout Jim Gabriel the
posse hit the trail for the Bowery Bad
Lands 70 round up Mr.. Loafer. He was
discovered leaning against himself in
front Of Isador Iskowitz's cigar store in
Second street by Chief Press-Agent-True-
Talk-PaRe, who had led the posse TO the
spot with unerring instinct. Mr.. Loafer
had spent the day holding out a bunch Of
stogies tied with baby ribbon, Just as Chief
True-Talk's typewriter had OWNED he
would the night before, and then the press
agent gave the tobacconist a severe call
down.
You ought 10 he ashamed Of yourself,
Mr.. Iskowitz,' Atormed Chief True-Talk,
as he glanced hotly at his typewriter
notes, for engaging this man for a cigar
sign when he Is under contract TO appear
only in the Hippodrome in the most fas-
~cinating picture of early Western life ever
presented on any stage. Furthermore-but
here's what think of this cigar man, already
typewritten,' concluded the press agent,
handing out manifold copies. There was a
page or two OF Indignation that ended with
the cruel reprimand: This conversation
is not TO be released until Monday"
To avoid attracting attention in the
crowded subway trains Mr.. Loafer was
then led back to the Hippodrome on foot
by way of Madison Square, Broadway and
Eorty-second street. In the press Office
Little Father Max Anderson was awaiting
the return of the posse. The exercises that
followed were brief and in order 10 save
the dismissed artist from unnecessary
humiliation there were no invited guests
except the re porters OF the evening papers.
After a short recount OF Mr.. Loafer's de-
the Little Father presented 10
the artist a Christmas card on which were
his stage name and the number twenty
three embossed in gilt. There was also a
ticket 10 South Dakota. one way, to be used
within twenty-four hours of date stamped
on back.
The big tribal powwow that was To result
in the ceremonial dismissal of Mr.. Loafer
from the Sioux tribe did not get under way
until yesterday afternoon. Chief Not
Afraid-of- Porous Plasters, presided and
huddled around him in the back yard of the
house in Vest Thirty-fourth
street was the entire band and Miss Omena,
jim Gabriel and Billy True Talk Page, the
having arrived early In an cleo
cab. All were in their war paint. Scout
jim Gabriel opened the council by droning
n the Sioux tongue TO the accompaniment
a tomtom.
Now, You ~ 49, ~ white livered
The scout kicked Mr.. Loafer thrice, as re-
Iuired by the Sioux liturgy. When the
accused man merely snored in reply Devils
Gabriel again took up the monot-
nous drone, which seemed to be a fantasy
n the Indian tongue made up from Senator
Essays on the Race Question:
the recital got its stride the scouts
quite drowned out the throbbing OF
he tomtom. The rear of Thirty-third
rapidly gave up other occupations
Ind opened the windo Wa.
While Mr.. Loafer still Rlumbered the pic
turesque ceremony Of tying the tin can was
With all the hourishes omitted
I consisted principally of unfastening the
Indians suspenders along the
'ront elevation by the head men of the tribe
md then fastening the can with impressive
nutterings 10 the s~uspenders as they
rallied 10 the eeward in the winter weather.
this had been accomplished six stall
braves carried Mr.. Loafer into the
house and on through TO the front steps
where an improvised shoot the chutes,
With an acute twist toward the West at the
had been provided. The chute
lad been creased with lard.
Miss 0meua laid aside her ermine mum
took the bottle of apollinaris as Mr..
!oafer was placed in the trough of the
'hutes. Billy -True-Talk Page had had it
framed up 70 have a regular bottle of
California champagne but Miss Omena
earful OF opposition from the W. G. T. u,
upon beer. Apollinaris was finally
ettled upon as a compromise.
The tall timber for yours" chanted
Hiss Omena in the Sioux tongue, and as Mr..
.oafer slowly but surely got under way
he frail girl brought the bottle down thrice
vgainst the red man Stats, with merely
nough force TO awaken him.
As the Sioux in their wer paint took up