In New York it is a great honor to play the Palace. It means everything, and there are some small-time vaudevillians who would gladly play there for nothing, who would be willing to pay a bonus if they could get a week's booking at that house. Just as is the ambition of every social aspirant to see her name in the Social Register and to be invited to an Astor or a Vanderbilt function as the final accolade, so it is the ambition of every vaudeville trouper to see his name someday in the Palace line-up and to park his mangy trunk in one of the dressing rooms, even though it may be up under the roof of that theatre.
