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18 THE THEATRE ON A BENEFIT NIGHT.
"We didn't know what for to do,
For we couldn't make our way out; "We were jammed up like plums in a puddingy
And were shamefully knocked all about. "You fool, take your hat off I" says one; •
And another, alluding to me, Says, "I wonder where he picked her up?"
What an insult to poor Mrs. B. 1
There's a small chance, etc
At last we got settled a bit,
Not heeding at all what was said; But we hadn't been sitting down long,
"When I got such a thump on the head! My hat was knocked over my eyes,
And I was quickly unable to see: "Lord! I want to skedaddle," says I;
"So do I," says my dear Mrs. B.
There's a small chance, etc.
"We managed to squeeze our way out—
My nose being nearlj'- cut in two; My wife's clothes were all sadly torn,
And my visage was quite black and blue. I went off to get my wounds dressed,
But the doctor first asked for his fee: I hadn't a postage-stamp left,
And neither had poor Mrs. B.
There's a small chance, etc.
"We made the best haste to our home,
And a pretty nice state we were in— Broken nose, broken bonnet and hat,
And our pockets both eased of their tin! And, although we went to the play,
Not the first single scene drd we see: I ne'er went tu the theatre since,
Nor I never brought sweet Mrs. B.
There's a small chance, etc |
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