.. emanates...
new 10‘. Saturday.
a new“! dinner provided by n
welt-re organisation I noted I
. woman who enjoyed her task serv-
ing the hunt?! youngsters. One eheurved
had eaten enough dinner -to content A
husky Ionahoreman, yet when he .1!“
served with apple pie .h. ate'thatmflso.
with undiminlshed gusto. ma’lauy walt-
rcss seeing this leaned over blin‘andflth
an air of this-ia-betwun-you-and-me.
whispered. “Jimmie. how would you like
. ‘1'
another piece of pine?" .. ‘Greati‘ he an- 1
awered. She brought it. and as she pieced
it by his plate he lifted up one of her
hands and kissed it. ' .
She saw that I saw. and asked me. "Now.
why do you auppoee he did that?" -
“From a gallery seat he saw the hero
of a play kiss the hand of the herolpe." I
answered. ‘
“That's too matter of fact.” she com-
plained. "I think it was an untaught ex—
pression of natural gallantry." She was
probably right. '
One afternoon not long after that, walk-
im: on the Bowery looking for story ma-
ierml. i saw that same young woman 'tO
whom. ns she passed him. a Bowery boy
raised his hat and received a smile and
nod in rcturn. Then the boy stepped back
of her. interrupted thc progress of a man
who had been following the lady-n pick-
pocket perhaps or a deluded "masher."
The Bowery boy-410 was in fact rt young
mzin »('onvlncc<l the follower that his per-
sonal snicty dtpt'lldt‘d upon making a de-
mur. The boy explained to me when I
questioned him tlmt "Dc bum had :i right
no' to be fullvyin' a loldy, a silk haired
dumb, “hill done good for de boys and
guilli 'rrluml llt‘l‘i'."
1 roturmwl to the office and wrote the
first “t‘hlmnliu Hidden" story. naming my
lli‘l‘u “L‘lllllllllli'” only. using the have inci-
,l»5~r.t.-z l haw: rr-latml no the basis of a Sun-
lxy supplvnwnt tittion feature. Two or
fl:1‘-~c- (lays litter the story was published
l3... {liy (‘illit‘ll‘ risked me the full name of
:: hwro. and when I told him I had not
.. \’ 1- Ll him with it full name he said.
', LIll't‘ him a name and write some
.i mlt him. Mr. Dana's orders." This
"l
l . ‘ ‘le :1 chance for a. series. and I
r. - - . ihat it would be wise to establish
a sliv'llllClllfll relation between a typical
Rummy boy and a lady: devotion and loy-'
ally on his part. sympathy and under-
standing on hers. I had to take my char
acter away from the Bowery to give him
variety of opportunity for mischief and
let him view new social conditions upon
which to comment. I thought if I could
do this yet keep his Boweryism alert, I
could interest a larger group of readers
than if his activities were confined to the
Bowery.
Events justified my decision. for, besides
running as a SYN story feature, the stories
have been syndicated; written exclusively
Dr mngnzines; made into a play; used for
two motion picture comedies, and in their
various cnllcvtlons and editions in book
form. in this country and England. have
sold more than 200,000 copies. As I have
been t-hnflcd by friends for the many uses
I here mfil'lo (if the character for purpose
of xvrufit; i should, to complete the record.
Frt down the fact that l have also read
{mm the stories on tour. with the lat.
Jullll Kendrick Brings. .
'l‘lw lrrmlp of characters which grew up
ill":‘.llul “I‘hlmmle” gave material for short
till-illl-nts. and that is what the series
lawlwpnll into, short stories which some
l' '. .4 Lolimcd might have earned popu-
Exirl‘y it written without Bowery dialect or
i“ .::l. I do not think so: it seemed need-
{,1 - as: rmdcrs should never lose sight of
tin “I; i as well its the degree of (inference
in l . lv‘unnle's" and "Chimmie's" social
: v x if he talked the airline kind of
I “113; site did it would present a prob-
fur the author to keep readers from
uomioring if her interest in "Chimmie"
might not be developing into a. tender pas-
sion. Thnt sort of story is abundantly
supplied by newspaper reports of every
day life. To have let my stories so de-
glxrmrute would have been a confession of
luck of invention.
('lmx-lcs A. Dana came from his inside
culilorinl rooms one day. set on a corner
of my desk in the city room, and asked
plllmply. "What is making the success of
‘t‘hlmmlo Fadden': the slang and dialect?"
E'Hl".
l‘ ‘1.
THE REALROMANC
By EDWARD W. TOWNSEND. , *
. Veteran Author
nie‘ti’hb loyalty “.mn: ht sym-
patlv mm- , ~~ ,
After. pause of some.M hesaid.
"Oh!" slid oi! my desk nndhu-otted heck
tohleroom. , '5
Winn Hr. I‘m. unblhher of mews.
pictumque the English language.
hape I should any. to introduce it. pics
tureeduenI-s into polite society. have told.
.iearnedthatlmprenaringsemeffmhnmmédjmw- . l “mafm
mi.— and other stories for book form he three 0‘ us had émmmt we
summtooserm‘eonéceumhu
gm Ch. er ‘ ‘ ‘ Gould 5 ' ~ ‘ 4 were suppoeed to employ In our per-6M1
" ' ‘10.“ W3. ‘ who. ‘3 3m“ tall: the language of out-fiction characters.
Geo'rxe Ade; George V. Hobart. now a site.
time. was a court receiver-Joi- apublishing
Who... Immortalizeslhe 5'“BoweryiBoy‘* in
Story Divulges ' Secrets of How Famous '
Character Came Into Being ‘ «
0,9“— 1 m ‘henrd two newsmy. diseases-nu nuhobls as welcometo member-ship's: 1.
“citing incident at Peck sup. East. _the youngster thrilled’by theexhtht, donor
River. the, holding up: of a brewery mun
arm:- by “a. fresh cop from as 'oak'atiset
Sting and
_ his nrst canvas. the production ofbisnm
play or score. thegede lot-his first story or .
house. So I called on Ir. Gould. a cor- . ‘Ger-
. - - ‘ ' ' ceesi’ul playwright. but then writing {
”mm“ “W”. “’m‘ m “”313 “1““ man dialect stories. and 1 were seated at: . t‘ ‘ 5
filfuymbm. ] "ml I mu ° .mnm- a club table talking. A club than: ' '
d I!" ' nosed not within“ 0 so 3‘03
“I we. aiSOut to send for you to call on me p “8' and "
about this very matter." Mr. Gould pub-r
lished for me two books of short "oflu’mitted’therel" We were discussing ”and.
“d my 5”" “we" "A ““3““ °‘ ‘1“ ism invEnglish which would be endured, at
Tenements." and we became 1nd remain least. by the most sympathetic reader of ,
our: hearing said to a
what
friends. not. a custm'nary relation between the.4flanflc Monthly.
publishers and authors, I am told.
In the evening of the publication day I
dined at Mr. Gould’s home with three or
four other guests, industrial and financial
of "Chimmlc" was placed. This caused
11!. Expletlve
'Clilmmie's”
to our host to identify Incas thr. author.
but as he did not do so and seemed to be
enjoying the situation as it stood, I did
not identify myself. Conversation over the
after dinner cigars was all Greek to me.
polyglot murders are helm: 00m-
expletive.
caused many fore-landings of evil results. _.
men, his clients, and at each plate I CODY A clergyman wrote to me ~. sermon a a
letter urging me to abandon my ways of
enough chat abOUt the stories ‘0 give a 0‘10 literary sinning, and let the Bowery boy
friend. “MY 50“-
Efiective.
"What t'ell! '
‘ -’ HIS poet’s
station." and art-lye at a. satisfactory un-
eyes afiame, he would walk up Broadway arm in arm with
the proud and mighty John L.
‘-
the acceptance of his design for a bun-
relating to finances of Mount Everest
height. so I was the first guest to depart.
Then Mr. Gould, as I learned from him
later, casually referred to me as the author
of "Chimmie Fadden." and enjoyed his
joke. The first of the guests to recover
his breath spoke what seemed to be the sen-
timent of the others. He said: “Well, I'll
bcdnmi" I relate the incident because it
was the first of many which afforded me
and my friends em ent: strangers
meeting me expected. it was often appar-
—whom. he said, he liked—use cnly lan-
guage found in polite Literature, else I
would corrupt the purity of speech. I W93-
der if he wrote such a letter to George
Eliot? I came upon “What the helli' in
"Middleman-ch." liked it, treasured it. and
used it at the first opportunity in pre-
cisely the sense George Eliot's character
used it. The expletive is of British origin
and was picked up by New York long-
shoremen from British sailors and became
a medium of eloquence among that class
derstanding of the freshness of the police
officer and the boldness of the driver by
using a few other words than the expletive.
but with many ingenious inflections.
O 0 0
There had been a dozen. perhaps more.
attempts to found a club in New York.
designed as to membership and purposes
after the Bohemian Club in San Francisco.
All had failed. This proved the correct-
ness of an opinion expressed by Mr. Dana
in an editorial. that such a club as the
Bohemian could succeed in no American
city except San Francisco.
The Bohemian Club in its half century
of active and ever enlarging life has he;
come an influence in Pacific coast art and
literature. Its success is due to its sturdy
maintenance of its original purpose: the
association of professional workers in the
four arts, and those in quick sympathy
galow. Otherwise, not. That “otherwise
,not" is what, has prospered the Bohemian
Club: its non—observance what had de-
feated attempts to establish such a club
in New York. While I was vice-president
of the Bohemian Club its president was a
banker. later a United States Senator,
James D. Phelan, who buckled down to the
no small matter of control. direction and
supervision of the business details and
operation of the club. and with enthusiasm
also performed his part in the club's high
and low jlnks entertainments. It was that
spirit displayed by all members which built
the club upon a solid foundation into one
of the, most notable institutions of its
kind anywhere
Undismayed by former failures. a group"
of writers and artists again undertook to,
establish in New York a club similar to
the Bohemian. We named it the Cloister;
mmfiom
bum, emu-m3 W, .m5
antimyhodidforulnthewcfmeak
floor-inlets were turned loose to decor-ht.
the, mutmmfwhat they my dedared
were their notions of scenes can cluster
life.~'andwiththemapoittonrlteappx.¥
xii-late leitflfilenh for the arm ‘m
Williamg. Gibson. an editor of mm
toldtodowhatwunmrinthehigh
Mement terms-he it look like a. monastic
retectoryi He went to where the old New,
York Hotel was being wrecked. bought I
truck, 5 load of solid wooden windttfi’ shut-
tersiynh which he paneled the m:
from the warehouses of house wrecker:
he {bought .artistic salvage from i the
wrecked houses of Knickerbocker mix...
and Med and had built wall bench.
and dining tables Presently we had I
’ quaint. artistic and consume hm
7:73am Gibson we hail from Puck's stair
Henry Leon Wilson. now novelist; Henry
0.: .Bnnner." poet slid emyist; Frank
,Hntchins; artist. and R. K. Munldttrick.
poet; ,{trorn Tall: Son, George Malian and
7 Albert Lee; and I recall among other early
members Paul Potter. then dramatizing
"Trilbyt" Robert W. Chambers, novelist;
Alfred Quentin Collins. portrait painter.
and James L. Ford. literary and dramatic
crith. ‘
For two or three years the club pros-
pered. The cocktail hour—may one even
mention such a thing now?—was interest-
ing. and no one more helped to make it so
than Poet Bunner. A child or the dumb-
est citizen of Main Street could tell at a
glance that he was a pee; An actor play-
ing the part of a poet made up to look
Jike Bunner would need no identifying line
on a. program. But Bunner’s enthusiasm
fi'asépugilisml John L. Sullivan, then in‘
the glory of his ring triumphs, always met
Bonner when he came to New York. and
Bunner, delicate in frame and features, his
poet's eyes aflame with excitement, would
walk up Broadway arm in arm with the
proud and mighty John L., discussing fine
points of footwork, blocking and knockout _
blows. We used to spell each other try-
ing to make Bunner talk of the poets. He
would listen to our earnest efforts politely
and then tell us precisely what happened.
and why, at. the previous night’s principal
prize fight.
Silence VII. Golden.
A lastingtriendship I made at that time
waswith Mr. Gibson. new art director of
the Cosmopolitan Magazine. He is taci-
turn usually. though he talks well and wit-
tily When he cares to. But our friendship
began. I think. .when he discovered that.
while I can be garrulous with the gala-u-
lens. I know the luxury of silent compost-I
ionshlp. One Saturday Gibson and I
lunched together at the Cloister in agree-
able silence until I suggested a great ad-
venturch'a trip to Coney Island. He
5 agreed by a nod, and as we started oi! Jim
Ford exclaimed, "There they go, the jolly
chatter-boxes! Not a word to spell other
until dinner time." I am not ‘sure that
either of us spoke until we were dining at
Manhattan Beach. But it was an agree-
able party. ‘
I must return to the club. Some idle
rich heard that it was an evening’s relief
from boredom to dine at the Cloister, and
through invitations from our few non-pro—
fessional members they came—and wrote
"Finis" on the club's walls. There were
members who thought it a fine thing to
have swagger people to dine with us. but
there were more members who. when this
infliction befell. began to walk a block or
two to the Brevoort House or around the
corner to Martin‘s for dinner. An active
and urgent minority had its way, as is not
uncommonly the case. We were too far
down town. they urged; we should have a
bigger, better house in the Forties, more
convenient for lady diners. The move was
made. I never saw even the outside of
the new club house. as Mrs. Townsend and
I were in Europe when the uptown move
took place. and upon our return, belt/ring
dolefui tales of the triumph of the Philis-
tines. we dined either at our hotel, the
Brevoort, or at Cherriere's, 'South Wash-
jhgton Square. where “rare. old, crusty via
ordinaire." as Arthur McEwen named that
popular vintage. was but 40 cents a deml
and the sauce in which the snails were
"i think not." I said.
"I think it is‘the
cut. to find in me a Bowery type. Some or
my fellow workers in the attempt to make
of street urchins whose vocabulary of Eng‘
llsh seldom exceeds more
than 150 words. with them. An
industrial or financial
hired an old three story brick‘dwelling
roasted was the creation of an artist.
Auto-Suggestion
and Elmer Niggle
(A Man From Longeddy Tale)
By MAURICE MORRIS.
“NOW you take the case of
Elmer Niggic.” said the
man from Longeddy.
"There is a case in p'int. If he had
but?! what he didn't see. it wouldn‘t
-' -ve hurt him a mite. As 'twas. not
a» cin' it. it was the death of him."
"There's thing‘s I can't see that will
be the death of me." said old man
Ketthum. "But I can hear 'em. ain't
no doubt 0' that.”
"L‘ur’us a thing as I ever knowed
hilllpcn in Ulster county,” said the
man from Lons‘eddy. “and PVC
"So 'twos. Elmer Ophidias Nix!“
he was christened. Named after his
father, the Great Ophidias. He was
a snake charmer with Rooney 8
llombold's tent show that 1113' Niggle
—-Milly Horton she was then—saw
one time over at the Manor and fell
in love and eloped with. He retired
after that and they set up house-
keepin' on the Horton place and he
brought all his snakes with him and
used to give exhibitions. free. of
course, sometimes. but in course of
time most of the snakes died or got
away, all except. one. a his. black
snake. and——-—"
knowed some mighty cur’ul thing *9" "Say, is this a snake lie or a fish
happen when I was livin' there.”
"Huh!” said old man Ketchum.
"This Elmer Nixgle I'm tellin'
about," said the man from Lonseddy.
“I knowed from a boy. One of thee.
biz headed. unsung born. he van.
that was always outgrowth: himself.
Consequence was. him betn’ nn only
child an' all. the width: We
wouldn't allow him eva- to tire him-
lie?“ said on men Ketchum.
Thatwualweysthewaywiththe
oidmenaetartlnzmnfllm‘hm
apendingallthereetofhistimetry-
lnxtoetopthem. Ifhehadn'tm
intothestorebrastlnt‘aboutahus
he'd caught the day before. he
wouldn't havebeenanofenitch
then. Buthedid.’"'l.'ellyouwhai:.~
Newt. laughteblaclrbusyfi-
.elf out—that in you until!!!
W adds," honeys, “WI oversee.
In? work. 'Now. don't you our- Hunt have W”
exert yourself. Ophidiee; she'd an
And Ophldias wouldn't."
Will!“ you mid his name was “Well.”-
“mu-r nta Tank wanna.
liadfleOnly See-l
mathematically)“-
eddy.«“ae ions as you-0e what you
catch you're safe. It’s when. you don't
see ’em and can't be checked up. that
trouble foliers. Now. you take the case
of Elmer Niggle. There was a case
in p'int. Why. if he had saw what
he didn‘t see he'd be alive to-daY.
When his father, the Great Ophidins-
or Luke Niggle. to give him his real
name, died. Elmer was about nine-
teen. A long. spindle shanked. bis
headed boy, who, Mis' Niggle was
always sayln'. we. in etch a. delicate
state of health he couldn’t do nothin'
but loaf around the place or down at
the tavern or off fiahin' with Chim-
borazo.”
‘fChimborazo?’ said Late Upshaw.
“Yup. Chinborem was a big black ~
colored snake, the only one left of
the Great Ophidins's collection. Elmer
had been raised with him from the
cradle and they was Just like broth-
ers. practically. Great sight to see
'em talking together——-" '
"ranting!" snorted old man Kat.
chum. 5
—-» “Chin: twined around Elmer's
neck and touchin' his ear with his
long, dartin' tongue.’ They slept in
the same bed and wherever Elmer
went Chin: went. too.. If you didn't
and 'em of! nelnn’vGooee Greek or
the Beaver-kill. you’d be sure'to dud
’em at More Tavern, leevin'
W Niggle to run the fauna, Ehner
got quite . recitation as enhermu.
but 'twnsn't nnthh' to his repulsion
as a drinker. litres what Doe
Bwortwout‘ celled‘an inherited trait."
You?“ Elmer'a’nther, the Greet
Ophidlas. gluten got hit by snakes in
the course 02W m N‘
y a
used to say, he'd been bit so many,
times he didn't think nothin' of it
when he got a bite, but would just
smaller 9. quart or so of llkker and
go on with the job. He wouldn't feel
the whisky an‘ neither would he feel
the snake bite. iThey'd kind of
counteract. each other. an' he'd gluon.
till the next bite happened;
”Well. anyway. whether 'twns
what Doc Swat-twain said. or not.
Elmer could. would and did consumg
red iikker like you would so much
water. Why. I've saw him—1 lint
happened in the tavern once an'
see this—I've saw him put any .
half gallon demijohn in a ankle or
hours an'-berready- for more. later
in the day. 5‘0! course you could
get it in those M”
A Soothing Influence.
Old man Ketchum breatha deep;
and so did two or three others.
"Well. of course. Elmer couldn’t
keep up that sort of thing for ions,
andnotfeeiit. In‘YWOI'loho'
beg-i... seein' things, as the saying is“
—elephanul and ldimyncrades and.
each. sometimes he'd bust out—4'
~w°nder if this yer fish‘ story.
ever goin' to bust out.” said old man
most out inthe middle of the night
and. 'twonldnlue an we Nicele and
(hi m span Mid do to*oontrol
min—them and whither-use.“
W!” said m1: wean”.
Wm. W was the most
new W 5 “my wu- Tiler
gun, 'twne wonderful to see China,
“tap/W in seyu'al folds round 5
mandmtwruhhistallacmss
wt. mm ”mm York am
My. .43
n
.
his forehead. mm of
into a. trance and he'd
throw him ‘he said, kind of purple eyes they filled. and then off with his fishin’
quiet down had, he said. and When they started rod moonln' along the stream tin
and come through all right. There to bite him he screamed so loud it late at night. Never seemed to ketch
ain't any doubt in my mind that woke up Chim, who was sleepin' by nothin' and never seemed to want to.
Elmer'd be alive to-day if Chin his side as ustml. Well, what did any more. Wouldn't even perk up
could have lived. But it wasn't to that faithful snake do, Elmer said. when people twitted him on his luck,
be. Ono mornin'—I remember it but come to hb rescue. He swal‘ as lots did.
well. I'd gone down to the Horton lei-ed them rate. one after the other.
“He mated to brace up slittle when
place to get some of their little green es test as he could, gulp 'em down. file“ We hired the big six horse
apples that was specially good for but goin' slower and slower, and on harvester from owr Orange county
yard. and you was welcome to‘. all
flavoring apple sauce—noted in the the last one he seemed to choke and. way to help with the hayin’. but that
county them little green apples was. Elmer said, sure enough. when he was only temporary.
They was several trees in the door come to, there was Claim“ iyixig-'—-"
Next day he
5 was back at his old tricks. The last
“Well, the queer part 01 it WES" day of the harvester Elmer was gone
that M’M ”“1 3 I“ d“- Wh” said the man from LonseddY. “that all day, and he hadn't showed up
I got there that mornin‘ I found as Chixn lay there stretched ollt full when it started home that evening.
Elmer mournin', over the body 9! Wk With Elmer 5 mournin"'over Fact. poor Elmer never showed up
Chm. not to m m. on somp_ him ’0“ could “9 blobs “310118 his again, for next mornln' he was found
thine M91. The poor blackiehad body from nose a'most to tell, like In. crushed to m on the mad
died in the night, and-—,-"
Upshaw.
"Well. that I couldn’t rightly ray find out?‘ said Tun]: Whalley.
._ , ,5
for sure. to be strictly ackrit."
“Huh," said old men Ketchum.’
“But I aim. believed the ac-
count 'Elmer gave come clustest to
the rightsofit.”sald themsn from,
Longeddy. "and though there was
them, that pooh-peaked menu you‘ll}
aims Mme people constituted
so' they "won't believe anything
flier—4' ‘- .
“Huh.” said old man Ketch-um. 5
“See. smell or taste.- »Not even?“ a'differentboy. Oldenonghto "Well.
when Item ch... that shit W
:tomake a long story short—~35:
cams-ammo em enema-m Unshaw.
5hrsmdmfiwasirm’ne- W. :9“. people
a string of sassenges. Seamed kind . . .
“What did he die of?" ”k“ I I d Gunman m i _- at the cent of Gages wood. Lyle
‘ onhisheqhewausndneerhim
.“Why didn’t they cut it 0P0! “‘1 onthegmundhisrodandthequeer-
. estlookln'fishyouevereeeeood
”iron“ 8. Sacrllege. shellfish it'was. weighed mebbe five
“Elmer wouldn‘t hear to that. ermwmdhutenheade‘moshit
Somebody did suggest it. but Elmer 'seomea. Somethin' like a. bull pout
ssld'twouldbeeacrflcgeflmosh'and would look thro' one 0' them comic
"_,chie,halcked him unwell. mirrors -in. the city—greet wide
mouth. Ind-m. classy. .0881! O?”
_ _ nadaiittleplnchedofltan—allhead
“Like Newt'schoese. there.“ no ”annual and no body. and—4"
wanna-.tniammmm mwmrmm
stra‘eeidthemenfrom
on.
wmmmmolmmtvu thoughtof'himesmore’n thing..ndsomennother.but
edlikelnlaxgesise pieces.
aluminum, and would soonest
the! in then!!!“ he’d nodes. of his:
so». only Wmmm'ou‘tnege 5 his“! to avoid, lowesnybo'df
' '5'3’5wpat least. I didn‘t. Wouldn’t
"was, «Immameg membm.mwwmn‘tsfiam it's a is: mystery to thisdsy.‘
cwld'he'mnndssamtterot,
hernias; but yum-5W there
“status. .3. thought brim mmto'hln. ‘ .me the momma was a tot-la whet mm ml
listen by amen ailment-hints} mm every m. m' net mm said." - ~*
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