your life! I don't know where these New York managers find 'em all. Seems like every time I come to New York they've got more of 'em and prettier ones and better dancers. The last night, though, we went to a show without any music, a play—oh, Boy!"
"Was it good?"
"'Good'?" Tinker repeated in a peculiar tone; and he whistled. "I don't know how they get away with it!"
"Raw, you mean?" Dr. Taylor inquired with warm interest.
"Listen!" Tinker said. "My wife wanted to get up and go out right in the middle of the first act; and I pretty near had to hold her down; but after that she was willing to stay to see just how far they would go. Besides, nobody there knew us and we didn't have our daughter with us. A friend of mine from my city had been to it, and he told me I oughtn't to miss it. Well, sir, it would pretty near make a horse blush; and some of the stuff they pulled—well, the gallery laughed right out! What was funny to me, though, most of 'em downstairs sat as solemn as an egg and never turned a hair. If you'd told me a few years ago I'd ever hear such talk outside of some
