The Alaska citizen., 1910-09-05

You wouldn't think it. said Sig to McManus in stage whisper. but hes a self-made man, that feller."
 "Self-made?" said McManus, blank ly.
 Sure" said Sigmund in a voice of deep reverence. All his education would you think it, he got it him self Educated business head. And full of fun. too. He's all right since he quit that loafer Little and made me his manager Self-made"
 The call came from the front. The star removed the four-toned plain clothes of the street. The saffron-col the blue trunks. the heelless spar ring shoes and the silken American flag worn as a belt. Permission of George NJ. Cohn. the original pat entee). Once in his stage clothes he turned impish and jacose. He danced about behind the scenes. shadow box ing with himself grinning back at the grinning stage hands and run ming in pretended terror from a de lighted small boy who put up his grimy small fists at him. He was tickled to death. you could tell. with himself. with his job, with his life and with his present eminence. He threw back his head when woman performer. coming off, made a play full slap at him and laughing a great, deep laugh from the depths of his chest.
 Mime. PoIaire Appear
 Mme. Polaire. the lady with no waist, had just lost one of her dia- mond rings, which she does twice week regularly, and was having Gallic fit, which she also does twice a week. pulled off her hair, danced, raved, pulled off her clothes, put some of them on again, threat ened her two maids, wept, spat at a jeering ring of stage hands, ap- pealed wildly in French to a dety who l was reared to believe under stood only English and finally found the ring in the fringes of her shawl.
 Johnson fell back in mock terror as she dashed past him.
 I'd rather fight Mr Jeff than that lady" he gurgled. Then he nov ed over the caves, with his huge flat feet, like two overgrown fried pies, spread far apart and his boa constrictor arms dangling almost to his knees. Sigmund was announcing him.
 'I likes it all but the speeches-l hates that he said. half to himself, and stepped out grinning the golden smile before an audience that ap- plauded wildly.
 Struck Out With the Quickness of Cat
 Let the critics and the first-night- CTS tell you of the stars stage tech hliue. otaiulH5 III tue "ihSS io- ticed this-that he struck out with quickness of cat skipping you, with the quickness almost of a snake striking You didn't see the blow start There would be a little blur of motion and then you saw where it landed. With the fighting tempera- ment behind that lightning fast dab and that physique he's unbeatable. But of the fighting temperament there is no sign anywhere. Here's a cham pion, I'll bet you, that won't last, even if he ever fights again. He is perfect fighting machine without the mental motor to run the machine true.
 From the theater, We repaired, still true to our assignment, to the establishment of the black DelmonicO Barron D. Wilkins, at the Cafe Will kins in West Thirty-fifth street to inspect the temporary abiding place of the star. A servitor, who looked like an old-fashioned black board wal nut sideboard with china knobs and lower lip like the top drawer, pulled out, took us in charge and carried us skyward up four flights to the top of the house. At the level of the first floor we smelled cabbage frying, at the second pork chops, at the third musk perfumery and at the fourth we came to the John John son suite, shrine of all that portion of the population having complexions that shade off from clear Colorado Maduro to lamp-black 'Tis here their hero takes his rest.
 Where Johnson Rests.
 The front room is the parlor. It is twelve feet square and con tains fifteen large pieces of bro- caded furniture, mainly chairs, so that you advance about by stepping from one piece to another and so on to the mantel, which holds probably the only complete collection extant of the work of the Rogers Brothers. There is also a large bedroom done in a warm and feverish tone of moist magneta. 1 suppose it's what stage managers would call a pink interior somewhat pinker than the inter- for of a ripe watermelon, 1 should