The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1920-10-21

and the way he could make them eat
out of his hand, half an hour after
being formally introduced 10 them, was
a sight worth going miles to see. He
always had immense crowds at his eX-
hihitious, and il seemed that his future
was assured But one day he was
loafiug around a livery stable, just
because he liked the atmosphere Of
the place, and an old, weary hack
horse reached out long, crooked limb,
handed him one with it, and broke his
leg
"IIe had to go to a hospital for a
while, and when hc came out, his Oc-
cupation was gone. He was as good a
horse breaker as ever but people
wouldn't pay their hard-carned money
to see the exploits of conquering
hero who had been manhandled by nm
old hack horse. You must admit that
there was some sardonic intelligence
back Of such a joke as that If the
man had been hooked by a COW, or run
over by a traction engine, or chewpd
up by an honest watchdog. 1t wouldn't
have hurt his renown and prestige.
But, no A blamed old relic of horse
had to put him out of business.
"a long time ago, a very important
case was tried In an Irish court. The
people were greatly wrought up over
n, and the courtroom was crowded,
When It was announced that the jury
was ready with a verdict, the judge
addressed the audience, saying he
knew there was much feeling over the
case, but the hall Of Justice was no
place for a display Of it, and if there
was least sign Of disturbance when
the verdict was made known, the gull
| ty parties would be arrested.
"The jury brought in its verdict, and
tne people heard it in silence, but Just
then IA whole doggone gallery, with
about thousand people in it, came
crashing down and the noise could
have been heard forty miles out at sea.
After the judges solemn warning
against disturbance, the fall of that
gallery has always seemed to me like
a painful Joke.
"a long time ago, I was called upon
10 address crowd Of voters on the
! living issues Of the day, and | framed
up a speech that would have been a
credit 70 any orator | swiped It from
Roscoe Conklng, and | have always
insisted that he was one Of the great
est Of American speakers. The house
was full of refined and cultured peo-
pie, and | was determined TO make the
hit OF my life. was just getting
warmed up 10 my work, when the
lights went out and the hall was
! plunged in black darkness. There's
nothing makes n man feel more idiOtic
than to have the lights shut Off at
such a time. The women In the audi
pnce were giggling, and the men haw-
having 1t seemed funny to everybody
but me
81 thought | knew where the little
table wns. that held the pitcher Of ice
water, and l moved toward it, and
fell over a chair. and flattened my
nose against the edge OF piece OF
scenery When the lights were
flashed on again as suddenly as they
went out, the audience behdd the
silver tongued orator ON his hands and
knees. climbing slowly to his feet, and
trying to mold his nose into its origi-
nal shape
~ never saw such a delrlOus crowd
I'm my life Some Of the women
laughed themselves into Mysteries, and
the fool men weren't much better.
They never heard the balance OF that
grafton. and the last part was the