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George Niblo Atchoo! Sneezes from a Hilarious Vaudevillian

I asked; "play bad?"
"No," he replied, "but it is too hot in there; the house is literally packed with women. You see it's the name—'Ninety and Nine'—that catches them. Why, it's better than an actual horse-race or a locomotive, to draw. They fancy that the admission has been marked down from a dollar and can't resist the bargain."
Whenever I meet Chauncey Billings on Broadway the sparks are sure to fly in the fireworks display of dry wit that passes between us, just as though you struck flint and steel smartly.
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George Niblo Atchoo! Sneezes from a Hilarious Vaudevillian

I'm done with you," said the smart lawyer.
Which reminds me of an occasion when an Irish judge was on the bench, and took occasion, in my hearing, to address the jury.
"Gentlemen," he said, seriously, "you have heard the evidence. The indictment says the prisoner was arrested for stealing a pig.
"The offense seems to be becoming a common one. The time has come when it must be put a stop to; otherwise, gentlemen, none of you will be safe."
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George Niblo Atchoo! Sneezes from a Hilarious Vaudevillian

I often squander an hour or two down in Hester Street, where I have some rare acquaintances among the second-hand dealers.
Of course you understand that I only go there to study human nature, and I remember some months ago being delightfully entertained at a Jewish wedding, where my esteemed friend Moses Schaumburg gave his cherished Rebecca into the keeping of young Silverstein, a progressive Broadway salesman.
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