A CONSTELLATION.
The following conversation occurred between a theatrical manager and an aspirant for Thespian honors:
"What is your pleasure?" asked the manager.
"An engagement at your theatre," said the applicant.
"But you stammer."
"Like Hatterton."
"You are very small."
"Like Kean."
"You speak monotonously."
"Like Macready."
"And through the nose."
"Like Booth."
"And you make faces."
"Like Burton."
"You have badly shaped legs."
"Like Wallack."
"And brawny arms."
"Like Forrest."
"An obese person."
"Like Blake."
"But you unite the defects of all these stars."
"Th-th-that's just it. If you engage me, you will need no stars at all."