Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-10-03
BAWRY is WAY TO SAY 1T
Such a Clever Raconteur and De-
lightful Companion.
EMINENT IN WORLD OF SCIENCE
Authority on Brick Dust and
Safety Razors Describes His
Doings on Strenuous Day.

Robert de Bowerberry, pronounced Baw-
nv. of Chattenham Villa, Longpoke, Lon
! don. England.
| Sir Robert is the scientist who dis
covered that injections Of acidulated
| brick dust positively are not cure for
rabies in white mice, and Is the author
of two volumes on 1.-The Failure of Safe
ty Razors to Become Popular in the
| Russian Empire
He is a man of most interesting ply
siognomy, having been endowed by ma
ture with most startling eyebrows. which
Overshadow British orbs which never
| light up at anything less sensational
| than the London Punch.
In one of these orbs he wears a mon
| ocle, and his one method of expressing
surprise is to allow said monocle to fall
| to his vest. Sometimes he unbuttons
the monocle from his face by muscular
| movement of the eyebrow which looks
as if small explosion had taken place
somewhere in his head.
! His mustache droops. There is no
suggestion about him of being anything
| but an EngliShman.
Sir Robert Companionable.
A reporter for The Star recently called
upon him at his hotel and asked for an
| interview. Sir Robert stoldly look
| ing into glass containing the remains
of a Scotch and soda.
"Chaw' med. deah fellow chaw'med."
And then he made a motion which the
| man in the white apron has learned to
distinguish as meaning Set 'em up
again.
Sir Robert, what are the features of
Washington which strike you as the
most interesting to person who has
never been here before?"
"Cawn't say
do you believe the movement in favor
of a national board of health will find
favor?"
Brilliant idea, de'ah fellow. But in
London, don't y know, have so much
to do every day fellow just cawn't think
of such things. Now, foh' instance. 1
have a great deal to do. I have to arise
every mawning and take my tub-my
bath-you know. Then l have to have
breakfast.
OF course, sometimes when I feel jolly
good 1 have breakfast at the club. But
then one belongs to so many clubs that
suggest one of the clubs it is a beastly
bore to think of what club to breakfast
in. So if my man is good at bringing
in an egg and pot of coffee and fixing
up the paper where 1 can read it, don't
y know, then l have breakfast in my
rooms.
Jolly nice rooms have. Fine rooms.
Just the sort Of a place a fellow likes.
y know.
"Then after breakfast I have to go out
| on Piccadilly. And If don't take ride
along the row. why, then. everybody
wants to know where the deuce I'm keep
ing myself.
Changes Of Raiment.
Then 1 have to change my clothes and
get a bite to eat, and after that I go to
see somebody. Then 1 have to change
my clothes to go to tea. And SO many
people want to talk, don't y know, 1t
wears me.
Horrible nuisance, being famous.
"Of course. by that time it is ) o'clock,
and have to get in a cab and go down
to the F'lickers. jolly club that. Flick
ers-you know, flick ashes off cigarettes.
I'VE used to call it the King William
no one but descendants of King William s
court. y know. But one day a jolly
sort of chap said all they ever did there
was to shake ashes off cigarettes. And,
by Jove. it was such clever thing.
really-if you could see us there once,
just as we are, why you would know
right away just how clever that chap was.
Flickers."
Such laughter, such British chuckling,
| such a gazing upon the Scotch and soda.
Then, of course, change my clothes
for dinner. l dine at the Queens Club.
Nobody belongs but chaps who had
mothers who looked like Queen Victoria.
| theater. And after the theater somebody
wants to go to the Cecil and have supper.
And, by Jove, after supper, it's time to
| go to bed.
busy. don't y know?'
"What do you think of the exhibit of
live bacilli that they are showing through
| the microscopes
| Jolly little beggars by love! Science
is wonderful Let's a fellow see whole
lot of wriggling little chaps that don't
have any heads or anything. l must tell
! the fellows at the Flickers."
And then Sir Robert had to go some
where in a cab. He asked his interviewer
| to go along.
1t was evening. The bright lights re-
! Elected in Sir Roberts monocle. in his
white shirt front, in his manicured finger
nails. Into his face Sir Robert stuck a
cigar about that long --
But it's hard to make gesture in print
any one will admit. But the cigar was
really one OF those English affairs of ire
mendous length. And he lit it, leaning
back in the cab. preparing for an hour
and half of smoke and comfort.
Interesting as Narrator.
II must tell you a story. old fellow
said Sir Robert. taking the cigar from
his lips and gazing at the glow at the
extreme end of it.
There was chap went out to India
/
going to do something for the govern
ment-et an indemnity. perhaps, from
MahraJapuja or one of those beastly
princes out there. He ran into a girl he
liked awfully well, but she wouldn't have
him around, because her father was a"
Then he put the cigar back in his mouth
and began to smoke stolidly and comfort
ably for several blocks. All the time,
however. he must have been telling the tale
to himself. for the cab ran over-a brick
| in the street and Jared Sir Robert so
| that the cigar was lifted down from his
| mouth. and he spoke:
| But by that time the shin was two days
out and the captain said he'd see any man
in Hades before he'd allow those two
| women to-
But the cigar went back into the mouth
| again and the cab went on for another
| block and crossed a car track. Earring
| the artist Ocratic frame of Sir Robert again
| and out came the cigar:
| so when they dug his body up and
everybody crowded around to see if he
had been shot. the most extraordinary
| thing happened-'
| StoppePed again.
| And il was another cab that bumped
| into Sir Roberts that set him going once
more:
And If the king hadn't set his foot
Il