Gentleman-at-large, owing to the depression in baked taturs,
We've all on us made up our mind to go to
The gallery of one of the National The-aturs.
TOM.
Let's see, there's Common Garden, that's a
Well wentilated the-atur just at present;
But then the doors open at no time
During the evening—and that's unpleasant.
BILL.
Then there's Drury Lane—a sort of Italian