"How does it look?" he asked of his partner, Aubrey Pringle.
"Looks all right enough," said Pringle, "but it smells like a monkey wedding."
It was Tuesday afternoon in St. Paul; the show was going very badly; the first three acts had gone on and come off, without a laugh; then Frank Moran went on. After he had come off, and was on his way to his room, one of the ladies who had been on before him called from her dressing room,
"Did you succeed in waking them up, Mr. Moran?"
"Um—yes—I woke up a couple of them," said Frank.
"What did they do?" asked the girl.
"Went out," said Frank.
We had received a letter from a European Booking Office requesting us to play an engagement at Glasgow, Scotland.