Openface.—It is even so; I will get you a government appointment, but! but, sir! hereafter beware of taking up with strangers in matters of business; bad associates have ruined many a man. Let the phalanx move.
(Music continues.)
Policeman.—Forward, march!
(Procession countermarches.)
Dupewell (will).—It’s all wrong! it’s all wrong! it’s all wrong!
[Curtain.]
—Geo. M. Vickers.
Go Fan Yourself.
When moist with perspiration,
When the mercury is high,