Admittance, 25 cents. Doors open at 6; Master of Ceremonies makes
his bow at 7.
PROF. BROWN D. GREEN, AGENT.
Against the advice of the editor of the Times, I dispatched an agent
over to Sidon, with a supply of blanked bills from the same form, with
instructions to arrange for a similar 'sell' on the following Monday
evening in that charming village.
I was sufficiently busy during the interval that lay between this and
Saturday evening in rehearsing my part for the entertainment thus
advertised. I was not entirely free from doubts of the success of a
'take-in' so palpable and ridiculous, and even if a house-full of
numbsculls _should_ gather, I deemed the experiment a dangerous one for
me; but my editorial friend took the risk, remarking that he had
calculated his chances, and knew what he was about. Nevertheless, it
was not without some trepidation that I entered Grecian Hall by the
private door, at a little before seven o'clock, and laid my hat behind
the temporary curtain that had been erected for the accommodation of the
great Humbug Troupe. Applying my eye to a chink in the cloth, I
perceived that the hall was crowded to suffocation. My editorial friend
sat in a prominent position near the stage, and the audience was
manifesting those signs of impatience which seem to be equally orthodox
among the news-boys in the pit of the old Bowery Theatre and the coarse
young rustics who go to 'shows' in the back villages of ruraldom.
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