The story of the Opera was simple.

A lot of young ladies all ready to go in bathing changed their minds and
came out on the stage.

Then a tall gentleman came out and warbled at them and the young ladies
went away.

Perhaps he belonged to the crusaders on vice.

Then the lady that drew the largest salary came out and made goo-goo
eyes at the tall gentleman.

He was so embarrassed that he walked right down to the footlights and
took a couple of high notes.

She took the same.

Then four people came out on the stage and yelled together with so much
earnestness that the women in the boxes had an attack of nervous
exclamation, and the way they talked about whoever was not present was
pitiful.

When you would least expect it the hero jumped on the stage and made
some quick motions with his face and arms which resulted in a solo.

The story he told was simplicity itself.

Plainer than words could make it his beautifully imported voice kept