“OZONE AT THE BALL,”
and ran thus:
“‘Will you take a little refreshment?’
“‘Thank you, I have just had a sniff of ozone.’
“Question and answer at the ball given last night in aid of the —— Hospital, —— Square, at the Royal Rooms, Kensington. For, besides champagne, ozone was laid on. After every dance Dr. Blank, head of the Hospital, wheeled about the hall an appliance in which, by electrical action, pure oxygen was converted into the invigorating element of mountain or seaside air, greatly to the purifying and enlivening of the atmosphere of the ballroom.”
“My firm supplies the gas used in the treatment of the patients at that hospital,” said Slump. “It’s a turnover of ten thousand per annum. We’re ready to lay it on at the theater, and give the playgoers genuine ozone with their evening’s entertainment. As for the farce, I don’t count it A1 quality, but I’ve made up my mind to be acted and laughed at, and I’m going to bring chemistry in to help me. Think what an advertisement for the hoardings: ‘Real Ozone Wafted Over the Footlights,’ ‘Sea Air in the Stalls and Gallery!’”
“By thunder! it’s a whacking notion!” cried Candelish.
“Colossal!” exclaimed De Hanna, taking fire at last.
“Poot vill de beoble loff?” asked Gormleigh.
“Ah, yes! Will they stand your farce even with an ozone accompaniment?” doubted Mrs. Gudrun.