The Birmingham age-herald., 1920-02-28

7I NOW any Irish? His Nibs" the
 IN "City Editor" asked me yester- day.
 Folk or language?' l Quizzed.
 "Talk," he answered laconically.
 "Cead mile faethe," 1 quoted proudly.
 He shook his cked-full-to-the-top head of knowledge disappointedly, and said I'm afraid the Tcpitition Of A Thousand Welcomes wouldn't keep the conversation going-long. It might go on all right for a sentence or two. ouI if you kept repeating it, your Irish 1rlend
 might think you were making fun or nm and well--they do awful things III lre- land to people who are suspected or coil- nlng' The Irish butcher you know - one of the most important dignatarles Ill tbe land. and when they want to sho@ him especial honor they hand over a cou- ole of people to him to decapitate-
 sounds sort of spooky' eh shrugged and then mastering up my courage and determination to be man, added; "Im not afraid of any lrisu- man that ever lived and just to siio" you that I'm a good fellow, m soins over to call on Mir. Chauncey Olcott tne ronular Irish Matinee Idol and get iine on the Irish from him, for he's all Irish you know, from the crown or nl9 handsome head to the tips of his grace ful boots. -,
 That's good. replied His Nios' smli- ing while a wave of his nice affirmative hand bade me proceed upon my erranN adding: ,,,4
 "That Irish tenor is handsome, brilliah- popular and attractiye-loveiy to lau'e' and-married, so be careful. Whatter recommend 1 shouted, quot ing my friend Shorty McAbe'" and then began to ''primp- powdered my nose. ! adjusted my new spring bonnet to Ju9e the right angle, pulled on my gloyes, and sauntered forth determined to mane ,, some sort of impression even if 1t wash anything better than "a good bad impres- sion" for that beats no impression al ali all to pieces. o,o++ even in the vast throng when suIse1 through the foyer of the big TutWller yesterday-for few people ever look like this stunning Matinee Idol,' but before had time to mediate upon all his eh- dearing young charms the most muslcdl and delightful of voices said
 You were looking for MT. Oicott? "Of course am," replied, so flabber- gasted by the attractive manner or .iio charming Irishman, that l gulped one DE gulp right after another, ana coulun talk to save my life.
 IT won know nle-vou know I must have been badly "flabbergasted" if I couldn | talk. because few things ever phase me when I go "a-interviewing, but be1ore this tall. graceful, straight-as -an-arroW Irishman, just simply stood limp Honest Iniun, don't believe if MT. oi- colt were to put on big black brigand mustachios, and a horrible long biack beard and one of those wicked unattrae- l tive wigs that they sometimes wear oil the stage, and generally reprNent the 1 "Old Clothes Man" that he'd be any
 thing but just Prince Charming in
 disguise.
 l i've come to talk to you about the Irish,9 I said nervously, looking into his
 Irish eyes and listening to his magical laugh which sounds like babys when l it has gotten hold of somebody's halr
 that it has been dying to pull for days
 and just been able to satisfy it's desire. i How nice-er-er-what shall I tell you?'' Mir Olcott said, turning inter
 viewer himself
 Just whatever you think" I answered
 Being Irish myself he replied, nat
 urally arn strong for the Irish I car recall the time when I had such a | brogue as to be almost foreign in my language. Reared in nny grandparents home, where never a word Of English was spoken. until I was quite big chap was as Irish as My Wild Irish Rose.
 live sung it for twenty years now said Mir Olcott. s'and still my audience