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Show UT O NIA NNineteen TwelveThe Adventures of the Dramatic ClubTHE overture was finished and there was a last tremulous flutter behind the scenes. Everyone clenched his chattering teeth more firmly on a Dr. Babcock's throat tablet. The girls flitted back for a last look in the mirror, the boys hurriedly conned their lines, and that inimitable Dr. Cozens tenderly patted the tonsorial masterpiece which he wore upon his chin. There was a sound like the starting of a phonograph; the curtain rose, and lo! the performance was begun.It was Effie who started it; Effie-that dainty Scotch lass whose superior genius was restrained only by her servant's garb; but then she has a habit for starting things, and none can deny that it was well begun. She took that door sill, which looked' about three feet high, with a graceful leap, stood poised for a minute on tip toe, tripped over to listen at the key hole, and, if we follow the old adage, the first performance was half done. Every one then forgot his fright and the play at Provo passed off splendidly.122 |
