Argosy All-Story Weekly — page 161: what you’re looking at

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" . £% \ Ny ol | af. By C. S. CALLAHAN if either Kinkel or Kunkel were to ‘‘ go up” in his lines; but if such a surpris- ing thing should happen there isn’t the slightest doubt that any vaudeville aud- lence in the country would be able to prompt them. The act is as much an institution as the Constitution or the Fourth of July. More- over, the Constitution has been amended nineteen times; while not even the oldest _ inhabitant can remember any addition to, or raction from, the Kinkel and Kunkel [ would be in the nature of a miracle : hey made their début in the days when lle was variety and not considered jle form of entertainment. Its mostly in beer halls and = na rtners were fond of times when they gave ten performances a day for thirty dollar a week joint, and had to share their dressing room with Achoo, the trained seal; Kuao, the missing link, and the two- headed boy. But that’s all past and gone. Now they headline at the Empress, and their salary runs into four figures. Kinkel is a little fat man, who adds to his embonpoint on the stage with the aid of a large stomach pad. Kunkel is tall and thin, and increases his height by wearing high heels and a built-up wig. Their acting clothes are checks of aston- ishing pattern, and their hats the flattest of derbies. They both sport chin whiskers, and employ a splintered German dialect in their dialogue. There is always a round of applause when the partners come trotting out. Then Kinkel says to Kunkel: com