"Irish Billie Carrol" was standing in the wings at the old Olympic Theater in Chicago, watching the show. There was a chap on who was one of those men who can never let well enough alone; if he said or did anything that the audience laughed at, he would immediately say or do it right over again. Billie watched him awhile, then turned to his friend and said,
"All the trouble with him is, he always takes three bases on a single."
Barney Reiley, then with the Old Homestead Company, now the manager of a theater in Indianapolis, and I were walking down the street in Baltimore, when the sun, shining through a magnifying glass, set fire to an oculist's show window.
"By Golly," said Barney, "it's a lucky thing that didn't happen in the night, when there was nobody around."
Boston newspapers one week contained the following interesting announcement:
"At Keith's; Cressy and Dayne; Don't fail to bring the children to see the Trained Dogs."