In the finale she fell into some of those grotesque attitudes which were at the time popular among the dancers in the theatres up-town, giving to the Bowery public the phantasies of the aristocratic theatre-going public, at reduced rates.
"Say, Pete," said Maggie, leaning forward, "dis is great." "Sure," said Pete, with proper complacence.
A ventriloquist followed the dancer.

He held two fantastic dolls on his knees.

He made them sing mournful ditties and say funny things about geography and Ireland.
"Do dose little men talk ?" asked Maggie.
"Naw," said Pete, "it's some damn fake.

See ?" Two girls, on the bills as sisters, came forth and sang a duet that is heard occasionally at concerts given under church auspices.

They supplemented it with a dance which of course can never be seen at concerts given under church auspices.
After the duettists had retired, a woman of debatable age sang a negro melody.