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Dave turned from him to kneel at the feet of Winona. "'A book of verses underneath the bow " he began. Winona shuddered. She knew what was coming; dreadful, licentious stuff from a so-called poet far, far different from dear Tennyson, thought Winona who sang the joys of profligacy. Winona turned from the recitationist. "What? Repulsed again? Ah, well, there's always the river!

"Really?" said Van Bibber, with a polite accent of proper awe. He decided that he must see more of this Cinderella of the Hotel Salisbury; and dropping his partner by the side of the lady recitationist, he bowed his thanks and hurried to the gallery for a better view.

Who was she? they asked. A professional? Dorothy was delighted at Mary's success. The girl was her "find," and it was she who had taught her how to use her voice so well in the pathetic lines. True, she found an apt pupil in Mary, and Dorothy was but too glad to accord her the entire triumph, when the recitationist bowed again in response to the hearty applause and retired.

But the organist made his profession clear by explaining that the committee had just invited him to oblige the company with a solo on the piano, but that he had been hitting the champagne so hard that he doubted if he could tell the keys from the pedals, and he added that if they'd excuse him he would go to sleep, which he immediately did with his head on the shoulder of the lady recitationist, who tactfully tried not to notice that he was there.

You sometimes hear some bar-room comedian and booze recitationist, who draws a hamfatter's salary in a continuous vaudeville, declare to half drunken listeners that there are good women on the stage. So there are some. But they are so rare that when they are found they shine like the jewel in the Ethiop's ear.

Verily, reader, these days at the end of the nineteenth century are greatly similar to those last days of Rome. Yvette Gilbert, the songstress of the vile, the recitationist of the vulgar, and Le Loie Fuller, the dancer of the serpentine, live off the fat of the land every day.

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