“Next we come to the bronchial buster, or the man (it is usually a man) who, being in the throes of a terrific throat and tube trouble chooses that night fortheater-going… He will soon learn to pick his pauses with finesse. It does no good to cough while there is a greatdeal of noise going on on the stage. No one can hear. The time is just as the star is about to do a little low speaking to her dying lover orwhen the hero, alone in his garret, goes silently over to the fireplace and tears up the letter. There for a good rousing bark, my hearty, followed by a series of short sharp ones like those of a coxswain! If possible the appearance of apoplexy should be simulated.”
