Dismayed, abashed, he stood,
Deserted all at once was he
By those whom he admitted free,
“What! hissed by deadheads!” Alec cried;
“What, by my own packed house defied!”
Then D’Albertson, the smart and the sedate
(With rich moustache with curlèd ends),
Said Farnie could not take a call—
“Yah! we don’t want him!” cried the “friends”—
“Ugh! good job too!” did others bawl.