You Can Search Me by Hugh McHugh
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"A Foofoo is something that tried to happen and then lost the
address," I explained. "Did you ever pipe Stale's cheery bits of humor as exemplified in one of his burning criticisms? Well, I'll put you wise, Bunch: "I went to the Kookoo theatre last night, I and myself. _Voila! tout bien_! I have seen lots of shows before, I have, but I have never, I solemnly declare, seen any show so utterly banal as this. The libretto was written by some obscure person who never reads my criticisms for if he did he would know that I abhor Dutch dialect. One reason I hate it so much is that some people can write it so well that they make more money than I do writing English undefiled--oh! the shame of it! _Voila! tout suite_! But to return to our muttons, as we say in Paris whenever I go there. Tottie Coughdrop played the principal part but a merciful Providence gave me a cold in the head so I couldn't hear what she said! _Voila! tout fromage de Brie_! To my mind Tottie looked like one of yesterday's ham sandwiches, and a 'gent' sitting near me said she was all to the mustard, so you see great minds run in the same channel--oh! la, la, la! But to return to our muttons. The show is said to have cost $25,000, but what care I? _Voila! tout coalscuttle_! I'd roast it if it cost $50,000, otherwise how could I make good? _Voila! tout blatherskite_! But to return to our muttons. I went out after the first act and never did go back--great joke on the show, wasn't it? Oh! la, la, la! Still I insist that Tottie Coughdrop looked like a ham sandwich. _Voila! tout fudge_!" "So that's the kind of piffle that managers and actors have to go up against," laughed Bunch. |
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