couple one-third their age. As Mr. Lane grew older he became so deaf
that he had to sit in the front row at all the local amateur
theatricals, which he attended faithfully. He often made com-
ments on what was happening on the stage that could be heard well
back in the audience. His best remembered comment oc-curred during a
performance of a play called "The Enchanted April." The scene was a
primitive Italian village, with a steam bath
next to an inn where some American tourists were staying.
A male tourist went in to take a bath, and soon steam began pouring out
through the cracks of the door, followed by an explosion. The tourist
staggered onto the stage, clad only in a bath towel
around the middle. This brought forth much laughter from the audience.
As the laughter subsided Mr. Lane turned to the person next to him
and remarked in a clearly audible voice, "Pity it wasn't one of the