Years ago when W. A. McConnell was manager of the Brooklyn theater he had
a pet parrot which was kept in the box office. During a “big run” the
ticket seller was wont to say, “Get in line, please; one at a time, one
at a time, gentlemen.”
The bird escaped one afternoon, and McConnell commissioned some boys to
find it, which they did on an old tree in a nearby park, where several
crows were making its feathers fly. McConnell asked if the bird said
anything and the leader of the boys replied: “Yes, he said, ‘Get in line,
please; one at a time, one at a time, gentlemen.’”
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