ADVERTISING AS A FINE ART.

Wairarapa Daily Times, Volume VI, Issue 1876, 30 December 1884, Page 2

ADVERTISING AS A FINE ART.

A town tramp airs his views on the ■ subject—a characteristic ohat. A. melancholy tramp sat on a bench in Union' square yesterday afternoon regarding hungrily two Bparrows that were fighting for a piece of bun a child had dropped in the middle of the walk. He was not a handsome individual, for his ; nose of a brilliant hue, stood out from his clay-colored complexion, like the one strawberry in a IQ-cent Bhortcake, and his clothes: looked as if they might have been gleaned irorn an ash barrel, but there was a twinkle of intelligence in his eyes not at all in keeping with, hia mouldy exterior. " I knowed the big Wild take the cake," he remarked philosophically to his neighbor on the bench as the largest of the birds flew otf with the remainder of the bun to a neighboring tree," The weak don't got none o' the pie o' this world. The rich gets all the trimmin's, while the poor has to whooparoun' for tlie leavin's. They .call this a free country, Bah! Why, there ain't nothin' free about it—no;,not even the free luHches. The poor islike.nut'megK the wealthy uses on their grates to giv« their lives a flavor. After they've got the nutmeg all woro out it's thrown aside." He gave a hitch at hia trousers where a suspender , should have been and again addressed the air: ''lt's money that does everything. - Money that makes the American eagle Sap his wings and the British lion wag his tail or growl, 'cordin' to circumstances. Jes'. look at that advertising business 'lone. In a few years ef it keeps on at the same rate literature-11'have to take a, back seat. A man ain't sure "nowadays when he starts to read a poem or h story but what he'll run up agin'the advertisement of a liver : pad or an eletric plug hat 'fore he's got-.half way through it. Talkin'. about • sdvertisin' business, Jim Slaweon killed the other day -had the most ..original ideesonthe iiibjeot nor any two men put together. Him and bjs paint-brush was inseparable imd you can jes 1 gamble be .left hisimpression on this great an' glorious country as 'll never be wiped out." The tramp blew his nose vigorously and went on: " But how them country folks that had fine plaees aped to curse' Slawson an' his brush, for they didn't know when-he was comm',down.on 'em, to paint everything he l&id his eyes on, : I remember he got'into- a man named Silsby's.plaoanear'.Yonkera. one night and raised the very devil, The park had a atone wail round it, and when the old snoozer that run the place got up the next morning to take a walk , through;hin grotmds he found' Boxer's Balsamic : Bolivers for the throat' painted on that wall in pea green' letters,' six feet long ia. metallic paint that no amount o'scrubbin' would wash out. •• •• " Old Silaby had a statoo of Hercules in his front yard, that he was prouder of nor a political party with a campaign .lie, 'cause some I-tallian feller had chipped the durn image out for him, • ; "Well, the'day after ■ Slawson'B visit Silaby had. a lot o' friends from New York down to..dinner,.an' what must he do afterwards but .take 'em all out in the garding to see the. dummy. Well, what do you think 1 If Jim Slawson hadn't gone an' painted on its breast:" This is how I look, artertakin' Higgin's Horn o'Hoalth,' Well, them guests come'near bustin' theirsel's a-laughin! Was old Silsby mad? Well,l just guess yes I Madder i nor a bull pup with a flea in his ear, but he had the gall to turn explain to them friends o' his that that'^advef*' ■ tisement wascn Herc'u-breast'when-fee was dug up in Rome,' and- called their . attention to the fdet of iU being perhaps 1 the oldest patent' medecine " ad" in i existence. • Ah,hedidn'thaveno nerve, ' he did'nt • and connitlerin' the paint was'nt dry. when. Jio got off this lie it ! was'nt strange, none on'era believad it," k The tramp borrowed a tihaw ofjobacoo , and expectorating with dangerous aim iV' a«patent bita wl&ww.

passing drew a lont* breath and (proceeded : "Sittin'herein this park makes me ' think of the high old time Slawsoa used to have on these very benches,' He used to have a couple of patent ■ medicine stencils'with which he used' to go printing things wherever he fouud. a vacant space, even if it was on top of a bald-headed man, Well he used to thinkjt lots o' fun to paint 'ein off on •the pSrk benches an' then hide behind a tree an' watch the result as was sure to folly. Pretty soon .some noodle wouldicome along with his Gussie and set down to chin. Well - "when they'd get up and sail up Broadway the bosom of his lavenders would be fres'.Nixon's Neuralgia Neutralizer "in red.text, andhewlawri dress I would .have perhaps 'Kildwo's Quick Colic tW. beautifully printed on its dado, This would alius make!Slawson kiigh fit.to-m his ButLguess he gotn» bis finest licks in' '-the West, there ain't been a. traveller that's gone out and-climed someV thcin high moutitaius;tliiakin' nil "the time as hiMliscovwciintj that diiln.'t find printed on the, (upmost peakan' just a leetle nor lie could get himself;: "Boxer's Bullion" fiiiters, 11 - put' th&e by SlaWson. some ypijrs be« •. fore/; But the- advertising business . 'killfl.Srawson arter all, I aiii'ti afraid ' 'to jjqi; Aough that if he'd lived- he'd 4-<-j&Mfa mwuso*paintin'theadver* -'••s*• ■ ';ti§e|oent".'o' a liver pad ! on tile-face o' - '.the sun, An ef be hadn't been took off entirely as' the ; sayin'.. • ' is|l;knswed he; Would. 1 " 'Here thes' 'tranifi picked up his beer.- •- « .sadly before proceeding. way;? ' he comes to lose his grip this/. 1 JArter he'd nse.d up all the tonfcbitones, • ■ mountain peaks, 'clnwh steeples an' dead ."Walls 'afid the - country..ian unfortunate idea-entered • ,h)B'hram : ihat it 'ud be a great'scherao • .<• to paint some advertisement on all the steers-and horses on the ranches, in the West,,,. Well, at first it worjeed well . b ■ enough, byt one day he tried lb'.paint "Dobson's Diabetes Deliverer"' on 6 mule-in Calaveras Countv.v gob ... kicked- so- high up among the i cloutl»" •'« thipt neither him nor his paint, brush ain't been heard of stnee, though tor a . ;

month arter a gang of reporter® wero ~ out with spy glasses him, But I ain't given him up tßSgh.*- He -:.. were a man you couldn't Some day I don't doubt but -what I'll . see 'im astraddle a cloud as gay as you ■* please,'with a paint brush in his hand ■. and- a pot oi red-black, his favorite colors—jußtcoveriug the wholebusiness ;- with 'ads' till it looks like an old- ' fashioned crazy-quilt. T tell you thera ■: is no end to the injguiity of that ■ Slawßon, aii' if he gone from this world an' its tribulations to the one upstair, I aint no doubt but what he'd still continue in the same old , business and peahaps enter into nego-' : tiaiions to paint a notice of the' 'Chris- •: tiaiv CofiktSil Company" outlie gates ajarl for ne was an out-aia ) corker .••• in hia way and make no umtSsA Did ' - you say beer! Well, Idont care ef I ■. dof