Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1914-03-01

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until he faced us, and when, with extraordinary gravity,
he had accomplished this difficult feat. he wnked de-
hberately at Jack and once at me.
"Ahcm." said he and, winkng again. stepped round
the corner. | nudged Jack or he nuiged me, and we
followed. As we came up with him he said, SSH
mvseriously and proceeded strip his face OF set of
ecclesiastical whiskcrs variety of hirsute appen-
dage still to be found in the section OF the country that
Mark Twain called the Whisker Belt.
"Maurauding Cats.7 Jack Kissed. II it isn't Old
Seuth!7
Which remark proved he didn't know the man.
Hello, Bimblc!~ said l. ~What's the idea OF the
makeup Thought you agreed never to follow our
show again.
"Aw | say, Mr.. Coleman, l don't deserve that!
Didn't pronise Mr. Harkns not to work around his
tops? Didn't make good by BLOWN after MCGEE S
gang O dips frsked the human mattress wat S her
?-Fat-Fat-t hanks-thats the moniker-Fat
Florence
He looked so hurt that l apologized to Mr.. Ezra
Bimble the most expert candy butch and balloon
man who ever worked street. Then waited.
you see, | was jest standin there on the corner
watchin the rubes an thinkn, when | sees you two
gents come along 'Hulo.' says to myself. Vat are
a couple of guys with 19l4model clothes dom here"
Then lamps your rug-pardon me, Mr.. Coleman
pipes you closer, and knowed it was YOU lust as
was about to open my trap and say Welcome to Okra
you stop, an l can't help overhearin the CONVERSE
ton. That's how come to answer the question.
But what are you doing here? | asked.
Answered what question:! said Jack.
ash! Do you gents mind walkin along space?
There's the dick OF the Frisco comm down the street
That's right, you got me: dick spells detective 1t
a warm day; but | suppose got to put this mutt back
on.
We walked with Bimble up another side street
while he readjusted his disguise
Queer about cops, said he Seem to have it in for
everybody watts tryin to make honest Twin. Par
don me, Mr.. Coleman, but amt this the young gent
with the sister,
"A JoLn Nc(' Tr has |
1She's in San Antonio We're all going back to
New York together from New Orleans But you're to
answer questions, not to ask them.
DGHT-O! as the English comic says, he amt
~ English. But first | to put myself right
Your friend here's probably got sized up for short
change artist watts ere to fsk the circus crowd Well
l amt. I'm business man, first an all the time. I'm
a gent with grudge once in awhile J ust now I'm
both. That's why mentioned the nuts.
"The WHAT
"The nuts. Don't you remember YOU was askn II
Mr.-the ladys brother here-you was askln him how
you could put the Rock Me to Sleep Mother sign on
these ere grave diggers an buttermilk enthusiasts
an pull crowd to the circus? OF course you do An
I says quiet like, Hoang Ho.' You remember that
too. l thought So Well, Hoang Ho is the answer to
your question. Hoang Ho is watts goin to pin the
Grape on both conventions. Hoang Ho is goin to make
the conveners take afternoon off at MIR. Harkns
show An Hoang Ho is a nut Get me?'
"Nlr Bnble," said Mccain, you clear as"
a know! I'm clear Missouri River water rainy
night the air in a tunnel, mud! If you gentsl lean
up against this fence and try concentrate the og1
lift an you'll understand that Old Mr.. Fixt an Yours
Truly are an the Your eyes will open, your
minds will thaw out an you'll appreciate the value of
knowledge of folks like mine, knowledge of folks
married to knowledge of nuts
"Go on Professor said Jack
We both leaned. Bimble carefully worked the end
of cigar through his false beard lighted up, and pro-
ceeded Once when small boy had teacher who
almost careful in communicating to me system