the show was over, but one boy which was asleep. So the duke said these Arkansaw lunkheads couldn’t come up to Shakespeare; what they wanted was low comedy—and maybe something ruther worse than low comedy, he reckoned. He said he could size their style. So next morning he got some big sheets of wrapping paper and some black paint, and drawed off some handbills, and stuck them up all over the village. The bills said:
At the court house! For 3 nights only! The World-Renowned Tragedians David Garrick the Younger! and Edmund Kean the Elder! Of the London and Continental Theatres , In their Thrilling Tragedy of The King’s Camelopard or The Royal Nonesuch!!! Admission 50 cents.
Then at the bottom was the biggest line of all—which said:
Ladies and children not admitted.
“There,” says he, “if that line don’t fetch them, I don’t know Arkansaw!”