“It says ‘Pickles’,” replied Rhoda, “but who knows how they’ll do it?”
“Pickles
(a) Onion
(b) Cauliflower
(c) Quartered pickle,” read the program.
When Isabel and Virgie drew the curtains, Betty, Cathalina and Nora stood there decked in green crepe paper, Betty’s costume having yellow trimmings. At once Betty, to the tune of “Reuben, Reuben” began the song of the pickled onion:
“Picnic pickles you’ve been eating,
All the pickles you could get,
I should think you’d hate to think of
All the pickles you have ‘et’,—