Mr. Milquetoast happens to read the fine print on his theatre ticket

When the girl of the gay nineties saw her first Gibson picture and realized that all men were not the snub nosed, freckled, gangling roughnecks she had become accustomed to in her own little town.

The days when theatre passes grew on trees

Mr. Milquetoast is asked by a Californian and a New Yorker if he is going to the World's Fair.

Hm - my dear, don't you think it might be safer if we didn't keep in step while crossing this bridge?

Mr. Milquetoast, a few minutes late for the curtain, misses the entire first act, rather than disturb the person next his aisle seat

Mr. Milquetoast, whose bank account shows a balance of $16.05, has been told that fear is largely responsible for our present condition

What! You haven't heard about Henry? Why he was the 19,583,691st person to enter gate four at the World's Fair! Mr. Whalen sent him his photograph!

The inspiration to become an autograph collector

The days when theatre tickets grew on trees

Whenever Mr. Milquetoast meets a friend at the steamer he imagines he is suspected of smuggling

Mr. Milquetoast never likes to be seen looking at undraped statuary

After miles of walking at the fair, you finally arrive at home, kick off those hot, tight shoes, and spend the balance of the evening wriggling your grateful toes.