The poster pictured a bark ashore, on her beam ends, in a sea like those off the Horn.

On the beach was a whole parcel of life-savers firin' off rockets and blue lights.

Keepin' the Fourth of July, I judged they was, for I couldn't see any other reason.

The bark wa'n't more'n a hundred foot from 'em, and if all hands on board didn't know they was in trouble by that time, then they deserved to drown.
Anyhow, they wa'n't likely to appreciate the celebration.

Ho! ho! Well, when I run afoul of that poster I felt I hadn't ought to let anything like that get away; so I hunted up the theater--it wa'n't but a little ways off--and got a front seat for that very afternoon." "Was it up to the advertising ?" asked Pearson.
"_Was_ it?
Hi hum! I wish you'd been there.