TELEPHONIC THEATRE-GOERS.
(A Sketch at the Electrical Exhibition.)
SCENE—The Exterior of the Telephone Music Room in the Egyptian Vestibule. The time is about eight. A placard announces, "Manchester Theatre now on"; inside the wickets a small crowd is waiting for the door to be opened. A Cautious Man comes up to the turnstile with the air of a fox examining a trap.
The Cautious Man (to the Commissionnaire). How long can I stay in for sixpence?
The Commissionnaire. Ten Minutes, Sir.
The C.M. Only ten minutes, eh? But, look here, how do I know there'll be anything going on while I'm in there?
Comm. You'll find out that from the instruments, Sir.
The C.M. Ah, I daresay—but what I mean is, suppose there's nothing to hear—between the Acts and all that?