Now Her Equipage Is Lost In The Throng And The Great Actor Continues
On His Way, Making A Mental Note Of The Fact That He Has Promised
To Attend Her Next Sunday Afternoon Studio Tea.
Near his own stage
door he bumps into Commodious Rotunda, the stout comedian of the
comic theater, and they pause to swap the latest Lambs' Club
repartee.
This done, Commodius hauls out a press clipping and
would read it, but the other remembers providentially that he has
a rehearshal on and hurriedly departs. If there are any press
clippings to be read he has a few of his own that will bear
inspection.
Superior Maxillary, managing editor of the Pompeiian "Daily
News-Courier," is also abroad, collecting items of interest and
subscriptions for his paper, with preference given to the latter.
He enters the Last Chance Saloon down at the foot of the street
and in a minute or two is out again, wiping his mustache on the
back of his hand. We may safely opine that he has been taking a
small ad. out in trade.
At the door of the county courthouse, where he may intercept the
taxpayers as they come and go, is stationed our old friend, Colonel
Pro Bono Publico. The Colonel has been running for something or
other ever since Heck was a pup. To-day he is wearing his official
campaign smile, for he is a candidate for county judge, subject
to the action of the Republican party at the October primaries.
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