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Show Caruso and the Tax Collector. I was dressing for "Pagliacci" when a man walked into my room, tapped me on the shoulder and said, "Give me 140." I looked at his and asked, "What for?" He replied, "Income tax." I was already late and said, "Come again. I have not got the money here." Whereupon, with the rapidity of a conjurer, he produced from his pocket a paper, apparently a warrant for my arrest. This seemed to me to be carrying the joke too far and so I asked thn manager to be kind enough to pay the man the money. He did so at once and the good income-tax collector replied, "And now may I have a seat to see the show?" And he got it. That's London. Strand Magazine. |