Evening Republican, Volume 15, Number 254, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 27 October 1911 — The Manicure Lady [ARTICLE]

The Manicure Lady

“GEORGE.” SAID THE MANICURE Lady, "did you get a flash at the Hick that just went out? I might have known it I might have.” ■ “What’s the matter?” the Head Barber wanted to know. “Oh, nothing,” replied the Manicure lady. “When I’m stung I don’t make any roar.” “What’s, the matter?” the Head Bar-, ber persisted. “Well, sir,” answered the Manicure TSdy. “B wW to that PW* Ron who has just got through having bis nails did is one of the most Impossible persons which I ever met. 1 oughtn’t to talk that way about him, at that, George, because he Is a clever comedian,. He admits that much himrelf. His act te a seream. They played it all over |he moving picture circuit last month, and he told me that they knocked the audience out of their seats?” > _ “Sounds kind of bunky to me,” said the Head Barber. “I neter seen a moving picture audience that was. eisy to knock out of their seats. Lots of tinem stay to see the same show over again.” * “George,” said the Manicure Lady, impressively, "I have often heard of H'Cks, and I never, really knew what o’.e was until I had this session today with this particular Hick. ‘Take ’t from me. Lady,’ he says to me while he is haring h’s nails did, ‘take it from me, we made good because we gave them the gravy, the good stuff, the knockout drops. There was just wo of. us, the gal and yours sincerely, and we worked in one. with a lot of bat patter stuff—you know, kid, the palter stuff, it was a rioUa scream!’ ” “I've heard a lot of ’em talk,’’ eai<J the Head Barber, indifferently. “ They sure hate themselves, don’t they?” "This one did, anyhow,” replied the Manicure Lady. “He’gave me some of his verses that he and his lady friend sang, and he asked me to take them home and try them on the piano. He explained to me that the beauty about them was that they was now. Listen to one or two of them, George. It will do you good to know that there is some people in the world thicker than you are. Get this one: “Here we are, two Broadway people. Higher than a Broddway steeple, Out where Broadway lights do shine. Always drinking Broadway wine; Broadway boys and Broadway girls, Broadway suits and Broadway curls, Woops! My dear! We’ll sleep by day While at night we roam BROADWAY! “Well, George, after you have heard all this grand outpouring of lyrics what de you think?” '• “The gent was kind of sore or Broadway, wasn’t he?” asked the He?d Barber. “I wonder why is it that the merry, .merry boys that plays ama'eu nights now and then on Ninth avenue is always so keen to boost Broadway a street that they never see excep the first few weekd after they get their regular summer suit.” •“You can searen me, George,” answered the Manicure Lady. “I often wish that I could be back where the red and white elover grows, aw’y from the four-flushing. You do"'’ know how stick and tired I get of th* ‘I ittle Old New York’ and ‘Popping of the Cork’ stuff. Gee! I’d like to meet some natural people again!’’ ;‘My wife* was saying the same thin? the other day,” mused the Head Barber, “and F guess she got her wish, because I happened to gpt home with a little bun on that night and she told me that 1 never looked more natural.”