Patrons of this theater will confer a favor on the management by reporting any inattention on the part of the employees (or the audience).
Tickets picked up on the sidewalk are worthless, and will not be received at the door.
The management begs respectfully to call the attention of the audience to the unique electric-lighting defects.
The piano used on this occasion doesn’t seem to be here.
As the curtain began to rise, the audience gave way to wild and enthusiastic applause, more boisterous indeed than might have been expected from the sedate and decorous friends whom Aunt Molly had invited.
But the curtain was not fairly up before the flustered girls on the stage perceived the reason of this outburst.
The front row of chairs was entirely occupied by the Middleton boys whose presence they had so insistently forbidden.
There were Marjorie’s two brothers, and Nan’s one; there were the Burleigh boys, Ted Lewis, Dick Morton, and Roger Hale.
With faces on a broad grin, they proceeded to make both manual and vociferous protestations of delight until the opening chorus began.
But this did not entirely silence the happy ones in the front row. No; the airs of the operetta being familiar to them, the boys joined their strong young voices to those of the prima donnas on the stage, and the result was truly fine.