Source: Chicago Sunday Tribune, 10 May 1925, pt. 8, pg. 3.
Dear Miss Tinée: What's the big idea of going to McVicker's theater on Monday morning at 11:15, the time the show is advertised to start, and having to stick around in the lobby, jammed, in like the well known sardine or else decorate the sidewalk until almost 12, noon?
After paying guests can no longer be crammed in the entrance, they are requested by a handsome soul in uniform to "Please stand on the edge of the sidewalk after you buy your tickets!"
If it's a game I don't like it, and if it isn't a game, what is it ouside of a damned outrage?
