“Where’s Lulu?”
“Lulu! Lulu!”
“Where’s the switch?”
“Lulu’s asleep at the switch,” sang a chorus of juniors from the audience.
“I’m not,” called Lulu. “I’m here on the job, but the switch doesn’t work.”
“Telephone to the engineer.”
“Light the gas somebody.”
But there were no matches, and the only man in the house was in the balcony. However, he managed to grope his way to the steps leading to the platform, where he suddenly struck a match, to the wild joy of the audience. Choruses from various quarters had been calling:
“Don’t blow out the gas!”
“Keep it dark!”