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Updated: June 13, 2025
"Thanking your reverence, she be a deal improved since the mistress was here, last Tuesday it was, I think." "I'm glad of that. It was only rheumatism, I suppose?" "Just a tich of fever with it, your reverence, the doctor said," "Tell her I was asking after it. I won't mind getting down to-day, as I am rather busy. She has had what she wanted from the house?"
You must see him do the headwaiter hear him blarney and flabbergast the complaining guest, observe him reckon up his criminal bill, see the subtle condescension of his tip grabbing. This Tich, I assure you, is no common mountebank, but a first-rate comic actor. Given legs eighteen inches longer and an equator befitting the rôle, he would make the best Falstaff of our generation.
"An' now listen agin," said Tich, commanding and obtaining silence by turning over his "Press", "some more exemptions. Just listen to this 'ere summary. Six months' renewable. Six months 'ere again. An''ere's a poor blighter wots only got three months. Wot ARE the Tribunals doin' to give 'im so short a time before 'e goes to the cruel wars?"
Was it the moaning of a lost wind in the dark woods that reacted so upon that rudimentary, instinctive Fear of the Unknown, the Night; inherited from the primitive man who watched trembling throughout the wakeful hours when Fear was his sole companion? "I I don't fancy this," Tich whispered hoarsely, "it puts a feelin' of death on me." Fatal prophecy!
Millet's "Angelus," "Ally Sloper at the Derby," a splendid lithograph of "The Angel of Pity at the Well of Cawnpore," Lottie Collins, scantily attired, in her song and dance "Tara-ra-ra-boom-de-ay," Sir Frederick Leighton's "Wedded," a gruesome depiction of a Chinese execution at Canton, an old-fashioned engraving of that dashing, debonair cavalry officer, "Major Hodson," of Indian Mutiny fame, George Robey, as a nurse-maid, wheeling Little Tich in a perambulator, the grim, torture-lined face of Slatin Pasha, a ridiculously obscene picture entitled "Two coons scoffing oysters for a wager," that glorious edifice the "Taj Mahal" of India, and so on.
At Nine Wood all was quiet except for the unearthly sounds emanating from the nostrils of one Tich sleeping in the reserve troughs with one side of his features buried in an inch of brown mud. Desultory conversation came down from the wide trough "Old man Casey" had dug and had adorned with an empty whisky bottle found in the grass.
One of the two Guernsey scouts from Headquarters pushed open the door and in the general pause said: "Heard the latest?" "Now, no funny games," Tich ejaculated. "Not at all. We're going up the line again." "Oh, 'ell," said Nabo, "wot for?" "Stunt. Another Big Push." "Oh, 'ell," repeated Nabo; "'ere, scout, goin' back to H.Q.?" "Yes." "Then tell 'em I'm indisposed ain't 'ad a long enough rest yet.
The technical effect of Shaw's scheme is like the same scene, in which a crowd should carry even more gigantic shapes of shield and helmet, but when the horns and howls were at their highest, should end with the figure of Little Tich. The name itself is meant to be a bathos; arms and the man.
which I always carry in my pocket, I struck an attitude, and then turned "Ah! the applause, the delirious, intoxicating applause! That night I felt my power, that night I knew that I had wished I could have held them indefinitely! But I am only one of several gifted beings on the stage who are blessed with this mysterious quality. Dan Leno, Herbert Campbell, and Little Tich all have it.
He is the emergency football man of the South. Whenever there is a football dispute Tichenor settles it. Whenever a coach is taken sick, Tichenor is called upon to take his place. Whenever an emergency official is needed, Tich comes to the rescue. He tells the following story: "Every boy who has been to Auburn in the last twenty years knows Bob Frazier.
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