Buffalo Bill's Wild West In England (Part2)

A MAN named Cody, said to be the nephew of Buffal Bill of the Wild West Show, was recently bitten by a cat at Coun-cil Grove, Kan., and dies from hydro-phobia. The facts have been cabled to Wild West Bill, who now has the show bills to describe him as "Hon. William Cody, the Bad Spirit of the plains and the uncle of a man who was killed by the raging cat."

THE BOY AND BUFFALO BILL.

An American Lad Among British Princes and Dukes.

NEW YORK, August 10. -Messenger boy No. 1223, who went to London about six weeks ago to deliver souvenirs from Manager Dan Frohman, came back this morning by the steamship Germanle. His comrades arragned to give him a reception on the dock, but the steamship arrived four hours sooner than they expected, so no one was on the dock to greet him except his aunt and Mr. Frohman.

"I had a bully time," he said enthusiastically "I was in the Prince of Wales's house, though I didn't see the prince, becuase he was out. I went through the Duke of Marlborough house, too, and spoe to a whole lot of his wigs with long titles. You should have seen the way they treated me. Buffalo Bill was awfully good to me. He gave me a dinner and a serenade and all that sort of thing. Wherever I went I was treated splendidly, and I felt quite big, you can bet. I didn't see the sight much, I was kept so busy, but I had lots of fun Going and coming on the boat everbody was very kind, and we had splendid trips"

"How about your arrest for violating the Postal law?" asked the reporter.

"Oh, that was all a hoax."

"How long did they keep you under arrest?

"They didn't keep me at all."

"Do you mean to say there was nothing the the story of your arrest?"

"No, nothing at all It was only a hoax"

THEATRICAL GOSSIP.

Buffalo Bill is to add another new feature to his show at London - a typical American bar - and has sent to Omaha for a drink-decoctor. Starting from London Sept. 1 he will move east-ward to San Francisco pausing there so as to spread the trip over eighteen months. On leaving the English capital the show makes a six months' stand in Paris, whence it goes to Vienna, Rome, Constantinole, Jerusalem, China, and Austrailia.

SHREDS AND PATCHES

Buffalo Bill must now be regarded as a rich man. His wife has applied for a divorce. --Picayune.

Machinery will do almost anything, and what machinery can't do, a woman can with a hair pin. --New Haven News.

Of all the various deabts we own to our fellow men, that of [?] is the one most frequently disregarded --Chicago Ledger.

A small hand is said to be a sign of refinement. How vulgar, then, must be the man who holds four aces. --Baltimore American.

The Boston nine indeed!--here are the Puritan and Mayflower and Volunteer--what do we want of any other six? --Boston Herald.

What is the difference between a High Churchman and a Baptist? The one uses candles the other dips --Martha's Vineyard Herald.

Of course people in Iowa can drink. They can get drunk. But they are not permitted to put on any style about it. --Sioux City Journal.

The Princess Pignatale is said to be a waiter girl in a second-class Vienna cafe. It is supposed the Prince's hand organ gave out. --Rochester Post-Express.

There is a town of 2,200 inhabitants in Michigan without a dentist. It has a blacksmith, however, who does plain work in that line. --Burlington Free Press.

An Ohio lover shot his sweetheart because she refused to kiss him. Our girls do not require such extreme modes of persuasion. --New Orleans Chronicle.

A writer on political economy says "It's the looks that toll." Yes, indeed a little look will give you away as fast as an overgrown onion. --Yonkers Statesman.

A rather alarming result of the higher education of women is the tendency of those who have secured a measure of literary culture to shower advice and instruction upon other women. --Indianapolis Journal.

John (just from the club and about to retire for the night)--I say, Tom, there's a brick in my bat sure this time. It's so heavy it breaks off the nail heads. He had been trying to hang up his hat on a fly. --New Haven News.

"Come, Bobby," said the old gentleman, "you must go to church this morning. When I was a boy your age, I had to go to church twice every Sunday." "I s'pose I'd go to chruch twice every Sunday, too," said Bobby, beginning to get ready, "if I had to." --Indiana Farmer.

Burglars broke a glass in a window in a Boston store a few nights ago and stole eighty stylographic pens. They escaped arrest, but they will get all the punishment they deserve, and more too, when they attempt to write with the pens. --Norristown Herald.

Nebraska Farmer--"Socialists? Socialists? Oh, yes, I know what you mean. I've met a good many of ye!" Omaha Socialist--"Eh? In your parts?" "Plenty. Yes, now I think of it they do want everything in common--except work. Out our way we call 'em tramps." --Omaha World.

"Willie Wafflers," said the teacher, "which is the shortest day in the year?" "Twenty first of December," replied Willie, who was correct, so far as the writer knows. "And Tommy Tuff may tell us which is the longest day," said the teacher indulgently, "Sunday!" shouted Tommy. --Life.

Two Thompson street ladies became involved in a wordy difficulty, "Yo' is lazy an' [shif'less?], yo' brack trash, yo'." said one. "Mebby I is lazy an' [shif'lie?], mebby I is, but I ain't lazy an' [shif'lie?] 'nough to patch de old man's trousers wif fly paper as yo' does," said the other. --New York Sun.

FROHMAN'S MESSENGER BACK.

Young Sanger's Experience in Distributing Souvenirs in London.

New York Times.

Eugene B. Sanger, Mutnal District Messenger boy No. 1,222, craned his neck over the shoulders of his fellow-passengers on the deck of the big steamship Germanic, of the White Star line, yesterday morning about 7 o'clock, as she was slowly brought alongside her pier. He was looking for a brass band and a phalanx of his brother boys in blue, but in this he was disappointed. Some such demonstartion had been intended, but failed to catch time by the forelock. Manager Dan Frohman, of the Lyceum Theatre, was there, however, and with him were Eugene's mother and aunt. It had taken the messenger just 32 days to deliver souvenirs of "The Highest Bidder," E. H. Sothern's paly, which had so long a run at the Lyceum Theatre, to upward of 75 prominent people, theatrical and otherwise, in London, and yesterday he reported to Manager Frohman with most of his messenger tickets duly signed by the persona to whom the souvenirs were addressed.

As soon as Sanger arrived at Liverpool he was met by Mr. Curtis of the Midland railroads, and hustled off to London. Once there, Charles O. Overton took charge of him and his souvenirs and instantly set to work to make a list of the person to be seen. This was soon done, and No. 1,222 was packed off in a jiffy to Vandeville theatre, where Mrs. James Brown Potter was at the moment rehearsing. He caught her in the second act. She received him with effusion, and said he was a pretty boy as she signed her name on the ticket provided for that purpose. Eugene, however considers that he reached the pinnacle of glory at the Wild West show. Frank Richmond brought him out before 20,000 people and introduced him as the most improved product of American civilization. Buffal Bill himself, riding Bucephalus, Jr, ordered out the Deadwood coach and lighted her up in the aprroved fashion. No. 1,222 was on top, and to the wild strains of "Yankee Doodle" was carried around the ring, while all the savages present gave their distinctive war whoops, the cowboys fired their rifles, and the British lion roared loudest of all. After that he was seated in Colonel Cody's private box and flattered with the stares of the crowd.

Sanger was only four days in London. So rushed was he toward the last that he was forced to take the Royal Mail steamer from Liverpool in order to catch the Germanic at Queenstown. Manager Frohman and Mr. Sothern and others gave No. 1,222 a little reception at the theatre yesterday morning. Hereafter Eugene will be connected with the Lyceum company, and may eventually blossom into a killing leading man.

Sanger brough from London, from Mrs. Potter, a letter and one of her photographs for Mr. Sothern, and the same compliment for Mr. Frohman.