Gus Williams

(iis Williams, the Germán dialect comedian, has a ruemory as capacious as Tammany Hall, and niany people wonder how it contains so much. He has a repertory of yains which mount up ainong the hundreds, and the majority of them are new. When here a short wtaile ago, lie told ahout a cour.tryman who visited Xew York City and dropped inon a sale Oí animáis ou Park Eow, whicli had been widely advertised. The place was lilled vvith showman, among wliom were Baynum, Forepaugh, Coup, Sells, and Robinson, and the countryman looked on as an raterested spectator, without making íi single bid, niitil the eloquent auctioneet put a fierce though beautiful tiger undér the hammer, ïhen the meek looking countryman awoke from his lethargy and raised Mr. Barnum's ürst bid. He kept on raising Barnuin until the old shovvman went over and asked him to let go. "You don't want such an animal,"' sa id he, "because you have no place to keep him." Still the old man kept on :lul Bnally the tiger was knocked down to him. Barman approached him again and said: "See here, my friend, I am F. T. Barnum the showman. and I would liketo have you teil me why you have bought tliat ferocioua tiger." The old fellovv looked at him a moment and replied: "Well, ifvou'iv Barnum I don't mind telling you. The l'act is I lost my wife three weeks ago and I'm sort o' lonesome.