Thrills of a Bell Boy by Samuel Ellsworth Kiser

I WENT to see the show last night, the one / She's playing in, you know, but all the fun / I thought I'd have was spoiled, confound the luck, / I bought a forty-cent bouquet to chuck / Down at her when the second act was done.

I got a seat in front, all right, and, oh! / How grand she looked away down there below! / I thought of angels every time she'd look / Up at the gallery-but when I let / My flowers tumble down the villain took / And give them to the putty-faced soubrette!