Something For Nothing

"Where are your tickets, gentlemen?" asked the doorkeeper of a theater to a line of men who confronted him in Indian file. "It's all right," shonted a man at the tail end of tbe line. "I've got the tickets. There's six of us with me. Count 'em as they go in." "In you go, gents," said the doorkeeper, and he tallied off flve, who immediately mixed with the crowd within. The Cerberus turned to look for the holder of the tickets, but he had disappeared, and five men saw the performance safe from identification in the