The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1915-09-02

crate patrons once more crowding the
auditorium and seven recruits added
the pleasurable excitement OF the part.
ners In their venture will be under
stood by any one who has seer a met.
ropolitan manager strolling about the
foyer Of his theater some evening dur.
ing the earlier stages OF an assured
phenomenal run"
From the first there was no question
which feature OF the entertainment
was the attraction extraordinary. Yer
man-Nerman, the savage tattooed wild
boy, speaking only his native foreign
languages-Nerman was a triumph!
Bcaming, wreathed in smiles, melodi-
Gus, incredibly fluent, he had but to
open his lips and a dead hush fell upon
the audience. Breathless, they leaned
forward, hanging upon his every semi
syllable, and. when Pcnrod checked the
flow. burst into thunders Of applause,
which Nerman received with happy
laughter.
Alas, he delayed not Ger long to dis
play MI the e~greglousnCss Of a new
star, but for a time there was no
caprice of his too eccentric TO be for
given, During Periods lecture upon
the other curios the tattooed wild boy
continually stamped his foot, grinned
and gesticulated, tapping his tiny chest
and pointing TO himself as it were to
say, wait fer me; | am the big show
So soon they learn; so soon they learn,
And (again alas this spoiled darling Of
public favor, like many another, was
fated TO know in good time the tickle
ness of that favor.
But during all the morning perform
ances he was the idol Of his audience
and looked il. The climax Of his pop
ularity came during the fifth overture
of the Schoneld II Williams military
band, when the music was quite drown
ed in the agitated clamors Of Miss
R~ennSdale, who was eudeavoring to
ascend the stairs in spite OF the phys
zeal discussion Of her governess.
Il won't go home to lunch!' scream
ed Miss Rennsdale, her voice accompa-
MED by a sound of ripping. Il will
hear the tatooed wild boy talk some
more. It's loyely-I will hear him TX!
| will! | will. / want to listen TO
Verman-I want to- want to-
Wailing, she was borne away, of her
obscurity nor the last to champion its
e%loquenCe.
Verman vas almost uncomfortable aft
er this, but, like many, many other man
ayers, Schofield & Williams restrained
their choler and even laughed fulsome-
ly when their principal attraction es-
sayed the role Of q comedian in private
and capered and squawked In sheer,
fatuous vanity.
The first performance Of the after
noon rivaled the successes of the morn
ing, and, although Miss Rennsdale was
detained at home, thus drying up the
single source Of cash income devel-
oped before lunch, Maurice Levy ap-
peared, escorting Marjorie Jones, and
paid coin for two admissions, dropping
the money into Sans hand with a
carelesS-nay, a contemptuous-gesture.
At sight of Marjorie, Penrod Schofeld
flushed under his new mustache ire
painted since noon and lectured as he
had never lectured before. A new
grace invested his every gesture, a
new rang in his voice, a
simple and manly pomposity marked
his very walk as he passed from curio to
curio, and when he fearlessly handled
the box of rats and hammered upon it
with cool insouciance he beheld, for
the first time in his life, a purl of ad-
eddying in Marjorie's lovely
eye, a certain softening of that eye.
And then Verman ~spake-and Penrod
was forgotten. Marjorie's eye rested
upon him no more.
A heavily equipped chauffeur ascend
ed the stairway, bearing the message
that Mrs. Levy awaited her son and
his lady. Thereupon, having devoured
the last sound permitted (by the man.
to issue from Verman, Mr.. Levy
and Miss Jones departed to a real matt