advertise some kind o’ hair tonic. I wisht I had Bishop along to tell me what the different names meant in English. I suppose most o’ them meant Goatee or Spinach or Brush or Hedge or Thicket or somethin’. Then they was the girls’ pitchers, too; Genevieve Farr’r that died in the Stockyards scene in Carmen , and Fanny Alda that took the part o’ the Michaels girl from Janesville, and Mary Gardner, and Louise Edviney that was goin’ to warble for us, and a lot more of all ages and one size.
Finally I got up to the ticket agent’s cage and then I didn’t only have to wait till the three women behind me done their shoppin’, and then I hauled out my two tickets and ast the agent what would he give me for them.
“Do you want to exchange them?” he says.
“I did,” says I, “but I heard you was sold out for tomorrow night.”
“Oh, no,” he says “we got plenty o’ seats.”
“But nothin’ downstairs, is they?” I says.
“Yes,” he says “anywheres you want.”
“Well,” I says, “if you’re sure you can spare them I want four in the place o’ these two.”
“Here’s four nice ones in the seventh row,” says he. “It’ll be ten dollars more.”
“I ain’t partic’lar to have them nice,” I says.
“It don’t make no difference,” says he. “The whole downstairs is five a wallop.”
“Yes,” I says, “but one o’ the four that’s goin’ is a little skinny fella and another’s a refuge from Wabash.”