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is coming from. You get to your hotel, and then your next thought is—where is the theatre? You expect to find a little, uncomfortable, band-box of a place, and you set out to see it with a heavy heart. It is a palace—a marble palace—a positive poem! And your heart leaps happily—only to drop dull again, for you suddenly remember that you have seen—nobody, not even the oldest inhabitant. You turn to the manager.

"'Yes, yes—but, what about an audience, how are you going to fill it?' you ask.

"'Wall,' he replies, I don't trouble myself much about that. I reckon that every seat in this theatre is sold for to-night, that's all!'"

Harry How.


Mr. Kendal.
From a Photo. by Maurice Stephens, Harrogate.

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