We’ve potions and pills, Curing all ills, Dispensed by the great Nokop, was taken up by everyone regardless of time and tune. We were particularly pleased with a gentleman in the second row who conducted the song with much greater success than the salaried official before the footlights. After the third encore, several entire strangers in the second row rose and shook his hand, while a person in a brown bowler hat and knicker-bockers appeared in the wings and made frantic signals to refuse further demands. Von Graussman, who seemed to be feeling the heat in the dress circle, here endeavoured to address the audience to the exclusion of King Caskowiski, who had just made an imposing entrance, and the following dialogue ensued:-- K.C. (_in a dignified manner_), ‘Welcome my dusky subjects.’ V.G. (_suddenly struck by K.C.’s state robes_), ‘You vas a Broctor.’ K.C. (_continues_), ‘Let our wives attend us to the palace.’ V.G. (_apparently reassured on the former subject_), ‘My vriends he vas a Mormon.’ At this point a bulky and uniformed official intervened and von Graussman’s companion, a spectacled scholar of Cecil’s, was hustled out of the theatre without a chance of explanation, just as Sotite came forward to sing his famous song. The chorus of this, beginning: ‘It’s tails I win and heads you lose,’ is peculiarly tricky, and even the energetic sportsman in front was unable to keep the field altogether, for the orchestra finished first by a short bar, followed by Sotite and the Barabbas party, the rest of us being left at the post. Verimisti indeed, continued to sing the refrain through the whole of the next verse.