I turn to Hon. Eye-Glass next by me who still read Opera Book.
“What was he said it?” I require chivalrously.
“He say, ‘Farewell, farewell, my faithful swan!’” he snub maddishly.
“Are he still talking English?” I narrate.
“Hush it!” he snarrel. “Between your noise and the orchestra I cannot hear the opera.”
“If my absence will make this art easier for your mentality I shall cease to blockade,” are sharp report I make while withdrawing Cousin Nogi outside the theater.
Although Nagasaki by birth, I am Glasgow in my soul, Mr. Editor. It pangs me to spend money without some come-back for what I pay.
So I enrush up to box-office with money-back expression.
“I require get at leastly 35c return rebate on these stubbed tickets,” I say so to merely financial gentleman who was there.
“Why for?” dib Box Officer hashly.