Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-03-08

BILE SUBJECTS In the trousers pocket 1 find
the sum of $3.50. OF this amount !
! recognize $50 as my own. The balance
\ will be turned over to the club. Here Is a
scarfpin which I do not recognize. With
1.-The kings permission, ii will be presented
| to the steward. These pawn tickets will
1 be set aside for future consideration. This
knife. bunch of keys, revolver and cold
| chisel are presented to the club museum.
THE clothing will be turned over. with the
kings blessing, to the Salvation Army. The
| king has no more to give away
The king watched the distribution of
! royal gifts with some alarm.
| Now, your highness." said Mr.. Wilson,
| your subjects would be pleased to listen
to royal address on matters pertaining
| to your kingdom.
| Silence and a scowl.r
Or song" called member
''Or a recitation. Let him recite Mary
Had Little Lamb
| The king sneered.
He neither sings, recites nor crates. "
announced Mr.. Wilson. but he desires to
entertain us with feats of strength and
! agility in the gymnasium
."HoOray!'' yelled the club. Come on.
old boy and they led him from his chair
and escorted him down stairs. First they
! put him on the parallel bars and be-
| seeched him to do many push-ups, prod
| ding him gently to further exertion when
he showed signs of fatigue. The king
/ flunked miserably on the tenth and hung
| helplessly. On the horizontal bar he was
persuaded to chin himself twelve times
and was unexpectedly hooted when he
failed on the thirteenth. In Skinning the
cat the royal pie plate and gorgeous cape
became entangled in his legs and the king
/ fell head down upon the mat. Then there
| was royal broad jumping high jumping.
! club swinging. weight lifting. pulley ma
nipulation and other feats of which the
| members of the Greenlawn Golf Club
We're fertile in invention. The king pant
| ed, perspired and became wabbly, but he
endured it silently The committee on
| persuasion had wonderful knack of get
! ting the royal consent.
THE king desires to give an exhibition
| of boxing with his humble subject Nc
Ivor.' said Mr.. Wilson. A pair of heav-
| lily padded gloves were placed upon the
royal hands. while the grinning McIvor
donned suspiciously skinny looking ones.
/ 1t was not a spiritual set-to-at least. not
upon the part of the king. He was wilted
| before he began, and he positively
| faded when McIvor got through with him.
! But there were other things in store for
| his highness.
! Can you swim. 0 king?" queried Mr.
Wilson. as they famed damaged royalty
Lock me up. boss said the king meek
ly. You amt got no right to do this
The king says he can swim excellent
ly.' reported Mr.. Wilson. and they led
| him to the tank room.
Whats the temperature of the Water?"
| asked Mr.. Gates.
"Fifty-two. sir said the steward. The
! tank is fresh filed
| Excellent said Mr.. Wilson. Get
| Gates, extensively red bathing suit
| They got it and into it they put the
| king.
| II can't SWIM he stammered family.
but voice from behind answered: Too
late my lord and over he went. He rose
gasping and struck out for the edge of
the tank.
why. he's regular porpoise," said
Mr. Gates, kicking the kings fingers
gently when they sought grip on the
| tiled edge. Swim some more"
| They wouldn't let him come ashore. but
| importuned him to paddle under water.
fetch his back, do the Australian
crawl and wiggle like a polliwog. When
his teeth chartered and he began to ship
water they hauled him out and put him
back in his royal robes
Then lunch was served. They sat at
the round table, and the king, his velvet
doublet having been covered with an
he baked, the committee on persuasion
found a way. When he dropped things
they threatened to take away his crown
and spank him. After lunch they did
other things to him: in fact. until
o'clock in the morning he was a very
busy king Then they dropped him on
the throne again and the master of cere-
monies addressed him.
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Your royal highness. King OF All
Burglars" he said, I'VE are about to re-
turn you to your kingdom. You came
to us in the humble garb of the peas
ant and you go away in the imperial
robes of state / regret that Fanshawe
will have to get a new suit. bat it is
t.ly L.
that we treated you right royalty. You