Chapter X
The Last Summer of Rose
Once upon a time a charming young man with the high sounding title of William Shakespeare hauled off and committed a play called "Romeo and Juliet." This frolic could easily be rated a first-class success as it is now in its fifteen thousandth week, with every indication that it will be a riot on the road. Along around the second act of this delightful evening at the theater, Romeo steps boldly to the footlights and hurls the following at the dumfounded audience:
What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet!
By any other name would smell as sweet!
From then on the fun waxes fast and furious, but as the critics say, I won't disclose the plot and spoil the show for you. That one speech is all I'm going to take up now. Far be it from me to argue with Bill Shakespeare, but honestly I'm satisfied that the world's
