Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1931-08-30

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with about million bullying eyes goggling up at
me- There was a rummy sort of buzzing in my
ears and then through the buzzing heard the
sound of piano starting to tinkle, and took
a good long breath and charged in.
Well it was close thing The whole incident
is a bit blurred, but seem to recollect a kind
Of mrrmur as hit the refrain. thought at
the time it was an attempt ON the part OF the
manipulated to join in the chorus, and at the
moment it rather encouraged me.
I passed the thing over the larynx with all the
vim at my disposal, hit the high note. and OF
gracefully into the wings. 1 didn't come on
again to take q bow. I just receded and oiled
round to where Jeeves awaited me among the
standees at the back.
well Jeeves" said brushing the honest
perspiration from the brow, they didn't rush
the platform"
NO, sir"
last time perform outside my bath. may be
wrong but it seemed to me that toward the
end they were noting up trifle"
IT did detect certain restlessness, sir, in the
audience. fancy they had lost their taste for
that particular melody. should have informed
you sir, that the song had already been sung
twice before you arrived"
What"
Eyes, sir. Once by lady and once by 3
gentleman"
I gasped at the man. That. with this knowl-
edge, he could calmly have allowed the young
master to step straight into the jaws Of DEATH
so to speak, paralyzed me. I was about to give
him my views on the matter in no uncertain
fashion when was stopped by the spectacle
of young Tuppy lurching onto the platform.
Young Tuppy had the unnistakable air OF q
man who has recently been round to the jug
and Bottle A few CHEEKY cries of welcome, pre-
sumably from some of his backgammon playing
pals had the effect Of causing the genial smile
on his face to widen. He waved a kindly hand
to his supporters and bowed in regal sort OF
manner.
Then the female at the piano struck up the
opening bars of Sonny Boy" and Tuppy.
swelled like a balloon. clasped his hands to-
gether rolled his eyes up at the ceiling In
manner denoting soul, and began.
I think the populace was too stunned for the
moment to take immediate steps. 1t may seem
incredible but I give you my word that young
Tuppy got right through the verse without so
much as a murmur. Then they seemed to pull
themselves together.
A cOSTERMONGER reused is a terrible
thing have never seen the proletariat
really stirred before. and I'm bound to say it
rather awed me. From every corner Of the hall
there proceeded simultaneously the sort of
noise you hear at one Of those East End boxing
places where the referee disqualifes the popular
favorite and makes the quick dash for life,
And then they passed beyond mere words and
began to introduce the vegetable motif
don't know why, but somehow had got it
into my head that the hrst thing thrown at
Tuppy would be a potato One gets these
fancies. 1t was however, as a matter Of fact.
a banana, and / saw in instant that the
choice had been made by wiser heads than
mine The moment 1 saw that banana splash
on Tlppys shirt front realized how infinitely
more effective and artistic it was than any
potato could have been.
Not that the potato school Of thought had
not also its, supporters AS the proceedings
warmed up noticed several intelligent looking
fellows vino threw nothing else.
The effect on young Tuppy rather
markable His eyes bulged and his hair seemed