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new york Better.
New York, July 16. This story
ought to amuse A. M. Willard,
who painted a celebrated picture
called "The Spirit of 76." It was
told by a local artist who had just
employed an East Side youth of
about 18. to do odd jobs around
"Say, mister," said the new
boy, "I seen a great picture onct.
Gee! but it was fine. Swellest pic
ture I ever seen."
"What was the name of it?"
asked the artist.
The art criticknitted his brows.
"I dunno the name," he said, "but
there were three soldiers march
in'. One of them was playin' the
fife and another the drum, and the
third-one had a headache."
If there isn't anydevilment the
New York boy can't .think up in
his idle moments it miist be some
thing veiy elusive. .
Two youngwomen ''decidedly of
the "baby doll" type Were walk
ing along Broadw.ay when, as
they passed the cqrner of "45th st.,
a little urchin who was squatted
down near a bootblack stand
jumped to his feet, pointed at one
of them, and pelled:
"Ooh, lady! Look what's com
in' out of yer collar !"
Of course the lady in question
screamed, put up her hand to the
back of her neck andjndulged'in
various excited contortions.
"Oh, what is it? What is it?"
"Yer neck!" yelled the bad lit
tle boy, as he sped away up 45tK
Speaking of bad boys, Tuily
Marshall tells "a story 'of how a
wicked youth in the gallery once
came near upsetting a show in
which he was playing.
"We' were doing stock," says
Marshall, "and had put on a
heavy melodrama. I was the hero,
and in one scene several villians
caught me and bound my hands
to my sides. I had to squirm, and
wriggle, and moan: 'Oh, if only
my hands were' free!'
"Then the chief conspirator
would snap his fingers in my face
and I would hiss through my
teeth: 'Loose my hands, you
"One evening I had just got the
words out of my mouth when a
kid in the top seat piped: 'Kick
him in the shins, Tooley! Yer
feet ain't tied !'
"It broke up the audience, and
pretty near broke up the actors."
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