The manager was heard to hiss from the shelter of the wings:
"I'll make you sick when you come off!"
"Oh, go fall on yourself, you old cheat!" the actor seemed to fling back.
Then Little Eva, in her death agony, apparently remarked:
"Give it to the old duffer! He owes me six weeks' salary, and I'll quit dying right now if the ghost doesn't walk immediately!"
This brought laughter and hearty applause from the college lads.
When the applause had subsided Uncle Tom apparently observed:
"He can't get ahead of me. I've put an attachment on the jackass."
This was more than the excitable manager could
stand, and he rushed onto the stage, shaking his fist at Uncle Tom and crying: