A TIRED MAN IN A BOX.
Even "Girl From Rector's" Couldn't
Keep Him Awake.
For a time the stage of the Willis Wood theater had a rival in real life in a box. For a time it looked to many of the auditors as if the real show was not on the stage.
Shortly after the curtain rose in the first act Miss Millington, the "Girl From Rector's" happened to glance up at the upper left hand box. The eyes of the audience followed hers, and the smile that flitted over her face was contagious.
In the box a man of about 30 years, whose dress proclaimed him to be from the cattle raising sections of the Southwest, leaned over the railing. Slowly his head swayed. As his chin dropped on the bosom those on that side of the house heard the proverbial "wood sawing" sound. Catching himself, the tired auditor looked about the house and then slowly his head drooped again.
A messenger was sent to the front and an usher quietly slipped into the box. The man slept no more.
