"He fell!"-- bang from the big drum and blue limelight.

In a recumbent position he appears to have immediately started singing "God save the Queen." How Anarchists are made.
Sleepy members of the audience would be hastily awakened by their friends.

We would stagger to our feet.

The Sisters Trippet, with eyes fixed on the chandelier, would lead us: to the best of our ability we would sing "God save the Queen." There have been evenings when I have sung "God save the Queen" six times.
Another season of it, and I should have become a Republican.
The singer of patriotic songs is generally a stout and puffy man.

The perspiration pours from his face as the result of the violent gesticulations with which he tells us how he stormed the fort.