A PLAYGOER'S "LAST WORD."
(An Echo from the Pit.)
The Season is—has been for some time—silly,
And lengthy correspondences are rife.
We have, alas! to read them willy-nilly;
They take a deal of pleasure out of life.
To flee such evils here's an easy way—
Let morning dailies idly rant or vapour,
At the Lyceum go and see the play,
The programme there's the finest DALY paper.[2]
Footnote 2: [(return)]
A Correspondent, signing himself "A Knight of the Free Lists," suggests that free admissions to the Lyceum should be known, during the American Company's season, as "The Best Daly 'Paper.'"
MOTTO FOR A DEPRESSED TEETOTALLER.—"Whine and Water."
