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

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 happens to read the fine print on his theatre ticket

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!

Gee, Rody! Just look what a swell World's Fair we could have!

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.

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

Mr. Milquetoast never feels quite so inferior as he does when passing one of those haughty show window dummies

Mr. Milquetoast writes at length to some market tipsters, giving them a list of his almost worthless stocks.

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

The lady who came to the world's fair in a trailer

Mr. Milquetoast adjusts his garter

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

No Loitering

Astronomy in the Nineties

Trylon and Perisphere at the 1939 New York World's Fair

World's Fair, New York.

Recognition from a master

The days when theatre passes grew on trees

The days when theatre tickets grew on trees