"Where do you want to go?" asked the agent.
Shoving the money at him, Frohman said, "How far will this take us?"
The agent looked out of the window, counted up the company, and said, "To Billings."
Turning to the company, Frohman said, with a smile, "Ladies and gentlemen, we play Billings next."
Just then he received a telegram from Alf Hayman, who was on ahead of the company:
What town shall I bill?
Frohman wired back:
Bill Billings.
Hayman again wired:
Have no printing and can get no credit. What shall I do?