Tuesday evening several gentlemen made up a purse for the bagpiper and thereby induced him to play in front of a Walnut street drug store, from which he had previously been thrown into the street.
Bagpiper Busker
He had blown off a few agnozing rounds of “After the Ball”, when a glass full of water was thrown through the screen door striking him full in the face.
He merely “houched” a few inches to one side and after a long, discordant blast which was vivid reminder of Sells Bros’. menagerie, he bellowed forth the well known strains of “Boom De Aye”
Third Antiquated Tune
ll of water was trickling down his neck, and without an instant’s cessation of the horrible shrieks he made another step to one side of the doorway and struck up a third antiquated tune.
Just as the merriment was at its height a bucket full of water made sloppy by washing soda glasses was thrown out of the doorway, entirely deluging the bagpiper and two Salvation Army women who happened to be coming up the street behind him.
Pay the Piper
And still the discordant blasts from the old pipes continued until the crowd made up a dollar and induced him to quit.
In the hobo bagpiper we hardly recognized the spruce advance agent for the Kitson-Commons Theater Co.
Got So Crumbly
Tuesday night he got drunk was thrown into jail and “got so crumby” that he burnt all the clothes he had on bathed in sackcloth and as he’s and bought an entire new outfit.
