The line was growing longer rapidly, and before the doors were opened a couple of hundred people must have been on the street waiting. As soon as the doors were opened there was a grand rush and scramble to secure tickets. I held my own in the push, though I was nearly suffocated and squeezed flat, but managed to secure a ticket after a little while, for which I paid twelve cents--six pence. Cheap enough if the show is any good. I rushed up the spiral stairway after the crowd, but before I got half way up I was obliged to stop and blow off steam. The steps were many and winding. I did not notice anyone else stopping for a breather which led me to conclude that the Scots are a long-winded race. Two or three times did I have to stop before I reached nigger-heaven, my destination. The gallery was so high up and so close to the ceiling that I could have touched the ceiling with my hand when standing up. Below, clear to the orchestra seats, or "pit," as it is called, was gallery after gallery. Some of these were divided off into queer contrivances called "stalls." To me the stalls seemed like huge dry-goods boxes, with the part facing outward, toward the stage, open, from the middle to the top. The lower part was boarded in. They were queer-looking contrivances, and the people in them looked as if they were caged. The stalls were supposed to be private and exclusive--in a word, private boxes. Some little boys in livery were wandering about on the various floors crying out "Program" with the accent on the first syllable, and as I wanted one, I hailed a boy who gave me one and charged me a penny for it (two cents). Printing must be dear in Glasgow, I thought, to charge a fellow two cents for a printed piece of paper. I said nothing but scanned the program. Here is what it said: No. 1--La Puits d'Amour, Balfe; Band. No. 2--Mr. John Robertson, Baritone Vocalist. No. 3--Drew and Richards in their specialty act, Old Fashioned Times. No. 4--Mr. Billy Ford, Negro Comedian. No. 5--The Alaskas--Ben and Frank--Comic Horizontal Bar Experts. No. 6--Mr. Edward Harris, London Comedian. No. 7--Miss Josie Trimmer, Child Actress, and the Forget-me-nots, Vocalists and Dancers. No. 8--Selection, Yeoman of the Guard. No. 9--Sallie Adams, American Serpentine Dancer. No. 10--The Gees, in their Musical Oddity, Invention. No. 11--Collins and Dickens, in their Refined Specialty act. No. 12--Mr. Charles Russell, Comedian and descriptive Vocalist. No. 13--National Anthem. Quite a lengthy program this and it looked to me as if it might be good, especially the Serpentine Dancer, who was a countrywoman of mine, and the darkies, who were probably countrymen.