John T.Raymond's audiences used to come near to dying with laughter over the turnip-eating scene; but, extravagant as the scene was, it was faithful to the facts, in all its absurd details.

The thing happened in Lampton's own house, and I was present.

In fact I was myself the guest who ate the turnips.

In the hands of a great actor that piteous scene would have dimmed any manly spectator's eyes with tears, and racked his ribs apart with laughter at the same time.

But Raymond was great in humorous portrayal only.