The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1909-01-31
Putting in One for Hiram

II .oues through my bein' so will
a. o5d a new specimen to the list
y ,ticed the gent travelin up ana
10 ma ~ stairs past the Physical Cul-
Gown t-,5io for quite some months, ana
Snes r,,ass without readin' his palm
tOuiu the ianitor. that he hung out
OF e If them nine by twelve SKY par
rs on the top floor ,,-,-..,-
", o.. th,t's as far as | went. Whethei
% an agent for a patent gas ma
Li,e or a dime museum lecturer,
chuns' tried to figure out. He might
,sys been either; for. II you re ever
n.fr- for any particular kind OF
hul mum. IN New York, you want to begin
llea l',5er the tarEed roofs. It's that
w IN orr buildin'. anyhow. We've
bov-Iegged Pole that gives les
gu 81, tbe bull fiddle, q lady foot doc
and a nutty old antique who does
W. setroIogv act with "A yellow bath
robe on. til 49,,
frames up this party with the
- hat brim and the low cut collar
" balonrin' somewhere in that class
n, has other odd points about hlln'
Tho heavy crop of curly hair was
- aud the rough cut face was an
.,ter Looked as though it had seen
- wear. that face of his did-all
10, 81 nm like a clay bank after a
t.s,,y rain. 1t was a face that would
- nassad for a map OF trouble, II
=. hadn't been for the eyes. They didn't
--tcb the rest of the outfit, being the
l5irkiest. cheerfullest set of lamps
you'd want 20 see
whatever if was he'd been through,
tbe effects must have all been on the
outside. with a pair of eyes Ike that
I come near takin' a fancy to hlnl, Just
an account OF EN- But say, / couldn
get over the Lord Byron collar and the
art student tie. Funny. amt 1t, how we
an forgive a man most anything eX-
cent dressin' diff rent from what we
tbink ought to be his style2 And q
collar m tie like that on 1S0-pOund
man that's husky enough for an out
s;de porter. was the limit So, when
NE masses on the stairs, and I sees
him irwin to look friendly, gives him
the granite gaze. He takes the hint,
too.
But one day something comes up that
scrambles the decision. I'd been hav-
in session with Kirkland Folkes-you
know. Foxy FOlkes. Not that he's on
my reEIar list. He was rung in on me
bv Mr.. Gordon. who thinks that Foxy S
one Of the real right things in New
York. lust because he has his name up
in big type so much.
That don't 20 with me, though. Any
body with a wad can lawsonize them
selves, seem that the supply of .ad
columns and billboard space always
leads the demand by a length. And
anyway. this Folkes party want just
the kind I like to handle. He didn't
need the medicine ball work, either
What does him the most benefit is to
get off where it's quiet. go into execu-
tive session, and pass himself votes OF
thanks Nobody can tell him how good
he is: for he's discounted the best his
friends can think up. And he's one o.
these shifty, sOft-spoken. greasy kinC
that make me uncomfortable whei
they're around.
So I'd just stepped out on the land
in with him. explainin' how my tim
was all booked ahead for the mex
three months, and how bad I felt abOu
not bein' able to keep him on, and h
was smirkin' away and sayin' 1t wa
all right. and I was waitin' to see hin
started towards the fresh air so I coult
unreef a grin, when / feels some on,
PAWN at my shoulder. I whiTls arount
and finds it's the gent with the home
made face.
Excuse me" says he, whisperin
husky and excited i'm my ear; blu
wasn't that Kirkland Foxes, the grea
theatrical manager"
That's him." says I. He'd admi
the description. too. Friend of yours .
"Of mine?" he gasps. "Oh. dear. no
I couldn't say as much as that; but,
and here he gets his voice down 10 low
water maTk--but he came very nea
takin' a play of mine once"
Did, eh?" says I. You're lucky h
didn't take your shirt, too"
Why" SAYS he. Il don't believe
quite understand. But / should like I
hear more about this great man. T
think that he has been here, in thi
building, Do you mind if 1 step in 70
a noment2"
"Oh, help yourself" says I, and let
him drift into the front office.
You are Professor McCabe, 7 be
heve." says he. My name is Budd
Hiram Lowell Budd"
wanted TO tell him he'd make a goo
sized geranium when he blossomed out
but I held il in and let him go on.
You see" says he, Il am a ora
matist playwright"
Which kind?'i I asked. can yo
prove it, OF do you only hope it's so?
Il must admit says he, flushin' u
some. that so far it is only a matte
Of hope with me-"
The lofts are fun Of your kind, Hi
RAM says I. Might 7 ask from wha
section Of the buckwheat belt you ble7
I'm from2"
furnip City, Indiana" says he Tt
near Hoover. YOU know"
Well, well.' says l. Near HOOvei
en- That places it for me, of coursl
could so to it with my eyes shU
now. But one more. How far bac
vas Il that YOU swallowed the bug?
En- says he. "Oh. you mean whe
ilFSt began the play?"
AT that his eyes takes on a dream,
ldr-otf look. he settles himself comfort
do'e m chair, and I could see th
sorry or his life fairly Oozing out {
nm Il would have been a shame
eloAe off a thing of that kind; so
sgS my heels up on the desk and lei
"il take his own salt
seems that Hi had been runnin' ''Tt
as County Courier" in Turnip Cit.
SWIM the folks a heightened FAM
weekly. only half boiler plate, and ruI
u'a a job office on the side. But
We any common alfalfa editor. thu
ulih-Spaced on brains and let the Me
eshtndi1r operator write his opinion