Show She Loved Him AJyoung lady at the opera the other night sitting in front of a young spooney and a girl in a Gainsborough bat having enjoyed a deliooaa treat narrates the following scene more realistio than any makebelieve business busi-ness on the stage The girlOnt I wrote such a long letter home today seven pages HeWhat seven > She Yes and the postman didnt come and I opened it and wrote seven more HeI wish you wo uldwrhe me a letter I She tenderly Willy what could I write He Yon need not write but three words i SheThree words What can they be HeThree nice little words SbeOh my Aint yon arrange This knocks the young man out ol J time for a minute and during that period the music had a chance But I he comes up again smiling a little disfigured but still in the ring HeOh you know EheNo indeed I dont HeWell Ill tell you some other time The chorus comes down towards the footlight with an unmistakable intent to howl and during the preliminary pre-liminary fiddling the not too curious butjustcuriouslyenough youn girl says with a sweetly shrinking timidity tim-idity Cant you tell me while theyre singing Then a fiendish i yell from the chorus breaks on shorter than could possibly he anticipated and his voice is beard with startling distinctness I love you Couldnt you write that 0h my yes and ever so much more And then the tenor clutches the prima donna by the back hair and yells bloody murder into her right eyebrow and the young man and the young woman lean so hard on the arm of the orchestral chair that her vaccination blushes like an aurora borealis |