THE FIVE REELER And meanwhile something very real happened.

Two men in khaki, but without any pistols in their belts, rode slowly up to the front of the Lyric Theatre in a big blue touring car and stopped.
It was one of those palatial cars "of a thousand delights," a new super six Hunkajunk touring model.

A couple of policemen, safeguarding the public's convenience, had moved the Bartlett car beyond the main entrance in the interest of late comers and it was in this vacated space that the second medley of blue and nickel was now thoughtlessly parked.
No cars came along after it so there it remained with a little group of admirers about it.
The few loiterers in the lobby glanced curiously at the two young men.
These strangers strode in laughing in a way of mutual banter, as if their sudden decision to see the show was quite amusing to themselves.
No one recognized them; they must have come from out of town.

They wore khaki suits, with flapping brimmed hats of a color to match and their faces were brown with the wholesome, permanent tan of outdoor life.

They seemed greatly amused with themselves and their breezy manner and negligee which smacked of the woods attracted the attention of Bridgeboro's staff of unpaid censors who hung out in and about the Lyric's lobby.