’Tis, ’tis a baby’s voice;
and they joined the Signor in his mirth. He left the stage for a moment, and returned and sang in his exquisite style “Out on the Deep.”
[THE ACTOR’S ONE TOPIC—HIMSELF.]
Actors are charming people, but unfortunately they are so keen about their work, that their thoughts constantly recur to it, and they cannot keep their own latest achievements out of the talk. A lunch at an actors’ club is apt, in consequence, to be a trifle monotonous.
A SIDE-BOX TALK.
Roguy and Poguy.
Roguy. See that girl looking at me, Poguy?
Poguy. Don’t I? I declare she can’t keep her eyes off you.
Roguy. What women care for, Poguy, my boy, is not features, but expression.
[He pokes Poguy in the waistcoat.