The vaudeville team broke up after a long and checkered career. For many several years its two members lost track of each other.
Finally one of them entered a dilapidated hash house on the lower East Side and recognized his waiter.
"I don't believe it," said he. "You ... a waiter ... and in this joint."
"True," replied his ex-partner with the greatest dignity, "but I don't eat here ..."
------------------A Final Thought ...
"Beggars, actors, buffoons, and all that tribe."
- Horace (65–8 BC), Roman poet