SCENE--_An Evening Party; Miss FRESIA BLUDKINSON, a talented
young Professional Reciter, has been engaged to entertain the
company, and is about to deliver the favourite piece entitled,
"The Lover of Lobelia Bangs, a Cowboy Idyl." There is the
usual crush, and the guests outside the drawing-room, who can
neither hear nor see what is going on, console themselves by
conversing in distinctly audible tones. Jammed in a doorway,
between the persons who are trying to get in, and the people
who would be only too glad to get out, is an Unsophisticated
Guest who doesn't know a soul, and is consequently reduced to
listening to the Recitation. This is what he hears:--_
[Illustration: "I am only a Cowboy."]
_Miss Fresia Blud_. (_in a tone of lady-like apology_).