The play is Hoyt's 'A Trip to Chinatown.' Listen: "'Oh, the Bowery, the Bowery, They say such things and they do such things On the Bowery,' "Or maybe it's: "'You will think she's going to faint, But she'll fool you, for she ain't; She has been there many times before.'" "I see," said I, for both the theft of ideas and the pretence of innocence were too flagrant; "that your memories are of what we lovingly called 'the golden,' and detractors called the 'yellow' nineties.

We were both young once." But the assumption of friendliness seemed only to irritate.
"The nineties! Why, I was an old man in the nineties! An old, old man! I wasn't a youngster in the eighties, or the seventies, for that matter.
There's another one of the old Avenue buses on this line.No.27.

He says he is older than I am.

He's a liar.

Sometimes I think I am the oldest bus in all the world, and that I ought to be enjoying myself in the Smithsonian, instead of dragging out my existence bumping over boulders and prairie grass.
"Come to think of it," the old bus went on meditatively, "the Smithsonian does not appeal to me after all.