Life, 1896-12-31 · page 14 of 21
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DONALD IS HERE! ES. Donald Macslushey is with us! Donald Macslushey, the writer of dialect, the author of ‘ Sentimental Soosie,” “‘ My Wee, Wee Galoot,” and “In the Bonnie Briar Pipe,” is really here. As he stepped upon the wharf a great shout rent the air, and when the American woman realized that a Scotch story-teller was so near her she fainted by dozens from pure hys- teria. Hundreds fell upon his neck, and would have clung till now had it not been for the stiffness of his crimson whiskers and a strong odor of Inver- ness. DONALD MACSLUSHEY AS HE LOOKS TO-DAY. page of any one of Donald Mac- slushey’s volumes will bring tears to a woman's eyes. Like others of his countrymen, he prefers a minister for a hero, It is whispered in literary circles that his forthcoming novel, “The Ticcit Parson,” is a master- piece of its kind. Perhaps his most popular novel to-day among the wo- men of America is his touching story of ‘*Goody-Goody MacGoody.” Of course it is difficult to surpass Jan Maclaren or James M. Barrie in the lachrymose field, but Mr. Macslushey holds his own. HIS LECTURES. He has been offere thousand dollars a night’ ninety-two. ra series ARRIVAL OF DONALD MACSLUSHEY IN THE LOWER HIS APPEARANCE, Mr. Macslushey is tall and short, red and yellow, with light-blue eyes. He wears no trowsers. His head and nose are bald; his voice is full, and so also, at times, is Donald himself. His legs are thin, but his feet are wide, and altogether he is a splendid specimen of what haggis and oatmeal can accomplish. HIS WRITINGS. He employs dialect to a great ex- tent, which, of course, renders his books incomprehensible to American readers, but this has no evil effect upon the sales. His great power, as with other modern Scotch authors, lies in making his feminine readers weep. It is asserted by his pub- lishers that the perusal of the title- of eight hundred lectures on The Supertority of Scotch Dialect Over Other Modes of Expression, vis ex- pected by his friends at home that he will make some money while he is over here. At his first lecture, night before last, all traffic in this city was stopped, and it is estimated that three hundred thousand people were in the streets about the building