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Penniless and half-starving, he suddenly thought of his uncle, Moses Kean, who lived in Lisle Street, Leicester Square, a queer character, who gained a precarious living by giving entertainments as a mimic and ventriloquist. The uncle received his nephew warmly enough, and seems to have cultivated, to the best of his ability, the talent for acting which he recognized at once in the boy.
"Now, tell all these nice little girls and boys how old you are." "T-ten." "Did you ever go to school?" "Yes, sir." "Now tell that little girl with the pink hair ribbon who's sitting in the third row, what you learned yesterday." "Ya-ya-ya," interrupted the younger member of the Peck family. "Ya-ya-ya!" "Why, George," admonished the ventriloquist.
Lastly I applied to CONSCIENCE. She informed me that she was indeed a perfect ventriloquist, and could throw her voice into any place she liked, but that she was seldom attended to unless when she spoke out of the pocket. Thus baffled and friendless, I was about to depart, and stood a fearful lingerer on the isle which I had so dearly loved when tidings were brought me of your approach.
When one of these gentlemen is doing a bit of nightingale he roars in one direction, then in another, now with his head up, and now with it down; and when you add to it that he roars loud and roars soft, he seems to be quite a ventriloquist, and you are puzzled." "But I think the animal came nearer, my dear," said Mrs O'Halloran. "I think so, too," said Mrs Strong.
Sit down, please, there are plenty of chairs; and I will tell you my story." So they sat down and listened while he told the following tale. "I was born in Omaha " "Why, that isn't very far from Kansas!" cried Dorothy. "No, but it's farther from here," he said, shaking his head at her sadly. "When I grew up I became a ventriloquist, and at that I was very well trained by a great master.
I happen to know how you done the trick. You're a ventriloquist. The horse didn't talk. I was jest testing you to see if you would try to soak me by selling the critter to me." Bearover fibbed, for, although he had finally hit upon the truth, it was an afterthought conjured up by the laughter of the spectators. "Do yer mean to say the horse didn't spake?" demanded the Irishman.
He was a ventriloquist. Babet said: "Claquesous is a nocturne for two voices." Claquesous was vague, terrible, and a roamer. No one was sure whether he had a name, Claquesous being a sobriquet; none was sure that he had a voice, as his stomach spoke more frequently than his voice; no one was sure that he had a face, as he was never seen without his mask.
Meantime, the other had already begun to play the ventriloquist. He said: "Here, I raise my mask a little ... Oh, only a little! ... You see my lips, such lips as I have? They're not moving! ... My mouth is closed such mouth as I have and yet you hear my voice... Where will you have it? In your left ear? In your right ear? In the table?
That there was more than one creature was evident aye, and it was equally evident that there was more than one kind of creature; for so varied were the voices, it would have puzzled a ventriloquist to have given imitations of them all.
"All of a sudden he had an inspiration. He tells the story himself, sir, and I assure you he'd make you laugh Morgan is a wonderful mimic. Well, he remembered suddenly, as I said, that he was a mighty good ventriloquist, and he saw his chance. He gave a great jump like a startled fawn, and threw up his arms and stared like one demented into the tree over their heads.
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