Bride—“George, dear, when we reach our destination let us try to avoid giving the impression that we are newly married.”
George—“All right, Maud; you can carry the suitcase and umbrellas.”
Francis Wilson was speaking at the Players Club of New York City, not long ago, of the all too prevalent ignorance of dramatic literature in the country to-day.
“Why,” said Mr. Wilson, “a company was playing ‘She Stoops to Conquer’ in a small Western town last winter when a man without any money, wishing to see the show, stepped up to the box office and said:
“‘Pass me in, please.’
“The box office man gave a loud, harsh laugh.
“‘Pass you in? What for?’ he asked.
“The applicant drew himself up and answered, haughtily: ‘What for? Why, because I am Oliver Goldsmith, author of the play.’
“‘Oh, I beg your pardon, sir,’ replied the other in a meek voice, as he hurriedly wrote an order for a box.”