The Cockney Gallery God
Charles Mathews had reached the allo tted age of man bef ore he played his "farewell engagement" inLondon. One night there was an unconscionably long "wait" in the performance of "My Awful Dad. " Af ter the statutory ten minutes had expired and the curtain showed no signs of rising one of the "gods'' vociferated, "Do hurry along, or else Charley will be too oíd to act" The wit of the gallery is proverbial, and it ■was never more keenly exercised than on the first night of a London production some years since. The leading actor - a well known nian - took an unconscionable time dying and ladled out the "lengths" -with tedious elaboration. Whereupon a voice from the upper regions exclaimed, "We hope we're not keeping you up, sir. ' '
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