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Evening Post July 27

BIG TREAT FOR WAIFS

Buffalo Bill Entertains thee Newsboys
and Bootblacks.

THOUSANDS AT THE WILD WEST.

Filled with Food and Fun - Rough
Riders Delight the Happy
Street Arabs.

Buffalo Bill was a great man to-day. He
was a greater man than the Rajai Rajagan
Jajalijet Singh, the King of Siam, and Emperor
William, all rolled into one. The
Duke of Wellington in his palmy days, just
after the battle of Waterloo, or George
Washington, just after the election, was
not quite up to the Buffaloan standard. The
magnitude of the great scout and showman
was attested by the utmost stretch of puerile
voice and the wildest extravagance of infantile
gesticulation. For this was "waif
day" at the Wild West Show.

For or five thousand of the city's newsboy
and bootblacks were entertained at
the big arena down by the world's fair, and
to say that the occasion was one of keen
enjoyment in respect of both physical comfort
and mental diversion is only to show
up the English language in its puny weakness
and shortness of scope.

Buffalo Bill is the man for the newsboys
when it comes to a feast and a frolie. He
has correct ideas of what is proper and pertinent
amusement for juvenile mind,
and especially the juvenile mind of that
young American man of business, the newsboy
or bootblack, who has been, for some
inscrutable and alleged Christian purpose,
called a "waif."

Just Suited Their Taste.

The waifs of Chicago have been "worked"
in divers ways for many a year. They
have been fed and filled and feted and
entertained by numerous contrivances and
devices, of which, having been accustomed
to the hotter spice of the city theater, they
have had their own opinion and have not
been above expressing it to their kind benefactors.
For you can't, to use their own
lingo, "flim-flam" a Chicago waif more
than two or three consecutive hours with a
show. He is a good judge and he knows
first-class, prime amusement when he sees
it. And he got it to-day to a degree never
before known in the entire range and history
of waifdom.

Buffalo Bill knows the American boy like
a book. And when he drew aside the curtain
to-day and showed him the life of the
plain and the mountain, the color of the
skin of the pesky Indian, the robbery
of the mail coach and the
wanton slaughter of untold numbers of
the noble red men, he filled the American
boy's cup of pure bliss of the brim and running
over.

The programme of the day's jollity was
well laid out and splendidly executed. The
boys concentrated at Market and Madison
streets at 9 o'clock this morning and were