"Who am I? I am Kohl."
"You belong in the cellar," and Jim turned back to watch the show.
William Cahill was playing Paterson, N. J., and living at his home at the furthermost end of Brooklyn. Three hours and a half each way, twice a day. A friend meeting him on the ferry said,
"You are playing Paterson this week, aren't you, Bill?"
"A little," replied Bill, "but I am going and coming most of the time."
I met Fred Niblo on Broadway:
"Hello, Fred," I said; "I went by your house this morning, and—"
"Thank you, Bill," he said, grasping my hand and shaking it heartily.