over my tickets to the fella at the door and we was took right down amongst the high polloi. Say, I thought the dress Bess was wearin’ was low; ought to been, seein’ it was cut down from fifty bucks to thirty-seven. But the rest o’ the gowns round us must of been sixty percent off.
I says to the Missus:
“I bet you wisht now you hadn’t swapped costumes.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” she says. “It’s chilly in here.”
Well, it may of been chilly then, but not after the op’ra got goin’ good. Carmen was a human refrigerator compared to the leadin’ lady in this show. Set through two acts and you couldn’t hardly believe it was December.