THE MATINEE BRIGADE.
Copyright, 1876, by Wm. A. Pond & Co.
Words and Music by Sam Devere. Arranged by Henry P. Keens
I'm going to tell you what I know of a nice society,
The ladies, almost every one, declare they are K. G,
You'll always find them at their post at every dress parade,
To stand outside the theatre-doors in the Matinee Brigade.
On the mash they cat a dash, cheeks as hard as rocks;
On the street from morn till night, like geese they come in flocks;
All In a line, rain or shine, these rosebuds all parade;
They stand for ladies to admire, in the Matinee Brigade.
Jawdge and Charles And Jerome are there, got up with wond'rous skill,
And When they wink their naughty eve it never fails to kill;
With ten-cent canes And dizsy suits, by sheeny tailors made,
The choicest plumbs in all the land are the Matinee Brigade.-Chorus.
They always strike an attitude to give themselves a tone;
They live on love And dutch free lunch and smell of bad cologne;
I'll bet two cents, if the truth was known, their wash-bills wasn't paid,
But nobody knows how hard they mash in the Matinee Brigade.-Chorus.