Omaha daily bee., 1919-08-24
By ROBERT WELLES RICHIE.
(Staff Correspondent Universal service)

BY ROBERT WELLES RICHIE
staff Correspondent Universal service)
LoLndon, Aug. 23.-To William
Quick. proprietor Occidental hotel
Buffalo, Wyo.: Dear Bill-Well, Old
Timer, I've met him-the origina
Curly Wolf of 'Empstead Earth
the bold, bad man of Birdcage
Walk. Anything won want~to hitch
onto him for a handle, Bill, will be
away below weight. | reckon even
the man who designs Queen Mary's
bonnets would look like stray
that'd wintered hard alongside this
ring-tailed shorter. He's got me
plumb scared to death. and I've seen
few bad men out Wyoming way
in my time.
This bad hombre wears red
coat that looks like it might have
been cut from a government issue
blanket upon the Crow reservation
and knee pants, Bill, which're pierre
ing blue; to say nothing about the
white silk stockings below those
pants. Also he's got gold cord
hung over his vest with whistle on
the end of it hitched up alongside
his left shoulder, where he can find
it handylike to blow if he wants to
call his gang in case of knock
down-and- drag-out. His face is of
the old rock-bound pattern, like one
of these pictures of the early Puri-
tan Father picking arrows out of his
kidneys; and his voice
Let me give you the whole plans
and specifications of this institution:
No One Cared a Whoop.
Mister Blawum- Bla- Bla," says
he, like he was announcing a foot
racer down at the Casper fair and
| edge into the main room. all pink
around the gills. But nobody's TAX
ing any notice. l don't count for
a cast mule-shoe on sheep trail.
Why, l say to myself, why the big
bawl-out, just as if I was master
of the kings hound dogs or some
thing royal like that? But soon I'm
hep; everybody that comes through
the bars gets the same brand iron
put onto him. And everybody who's
already through just goes right on
talking through his adenoids and
don't give whoop-hoorah for the
Bad Mans little game.
well, that's where he gets off," |
to myself, feeling all riled
up against him for making ME con-
spicuous to myself. But, Bill, |
made a big mistake when thought
that bally-hoo bird was through with
his chores.
We all sat down-about 500 Eng
lshmen, Americans and various
and I'm just tucking my napkin be-
tween the second and third button
of my vest when there comes a
below from topside, where the
speakers table is. The Lone Wolf
was sure having his howl.
Mister chairman" he begins, my
lord mayor, my lords, admirals,
sheriffs, high commissioner and gen.
tlemen, pray silence for grace!'
His Watch Was Safe.
I was invited to big feed. Bill,
which it was given by Lord North
cliffe for to pay honors to the two
likely boys who flew across the At
lantic. About the SWEETEST and
most recherchay affair I've been to
since those boys in Buffalo invited
me to the badger fight in your barn
three years ago and elected me to
but you remember all that, of
course. Well, sir, shorthorn in vel
vet knee pants took my hat and
it was raining, OF
course, being London-and looked
sort of sideways at my watch, but it
was strapped on, being one of those
dinkey wrist watches, you know.
Then, feeling very humble and all
hands and feet, l breeze up the
grand staircase toward the feed cor
raj, and here at the gate stands this
Bad Man of He'll Hole, flaming like
a barn afire in that red coat. l
start to shy past, but he puts out
his hand.
Mem, please" he roars. Of
course I don't get him right away,
and l reckon he wants to see my
passport.
Mem, please" says he, looking
very threatening, and on a chance
I whisper what my sponsors in
baptism pinned on me in my early
youth. Straightway he turns to-
ward the big room and bawls me
out:
I leaped out of my chair like I
was rowelled. Everybody else riz
up, respectful like. Then this hom-
bre put a whizzer across on that
noble company. He asked bless
ing on the napkins and table tools
and wine glasses we had in front
of US; which they were the only
things in sight to bless at that mo-
ment. And he said it in Latin!
Get that, Bill. The Latin stuff. I