"For instance: a fellow I know was feeling all cut up last Friday because he was just too late to get into Symphony Hall on the twenty-five-cent admission.

Half an hour afterwards his disappointment was turned to joy--a friend who had an orchestra chair couldn't use his ticket that day, and so handed it over to him." Billy turned interestedly.
"What are those twenty-five-cent tickets to the Symphony ?" "Then--you don't know ?" "Not exactly.

I've heard of them, in a vague fashion." "Then you've missed one of the sights of Boston if you haven't ever seen that long line of patient waiters at the door of Symphony Hall of a Friday morning." "Morning! But the concert isn't till afternoon!" "No, but the waiting is," retorted Arkwright.

"You see, those admissions are limited--five hundred and five, I believe--and they're rush seats, at that.

First come, first served; and if you're too late you aren't served at all.