amp. This
young man, however, was not lacking in resources. He knew all the
officials from His Whiskers, the supreme chief of police, down the list.
Making choice of one gateman whose nature was somewhat social he called
upon him in his box, talked in a free and easy way, picked up his punch
and began making holes in paper and cards. When the gatekeeper's back
was turned, he quickly brought out the three tickets, punched them for
coming into the grounds, and then laid down the nippers. The girls, now
officially within the grounds, were grateful to their friend, and to
manifest their regard wrought for him a sofa-pillow which decorated his
room in college.

Something should be said just here concerning the ticket-system of
Chautauqua. It was devised by the genius of Lewis Miller, to whom
invention was instinctive, and was improved to meet every possible
attempt at evasion. There were one-day tickets, good for only one
admission, three-day tickets, week-tickets, and season-tickets, all
providing no admission on Sundays. They were not transferable, and all
except the one-day variety bore the purchaser's name. Two or three
times during the season officers visited every house and every lecture
and class, even stopping everybody on the streets to see that no
single-day tickets were kept for longer periods. Provision was made for
exchanging at the office short-stop tickets for the longer time desired.
If one wished to go outside the gate on an errand, or for a sail on the
lake, he must leave his ticket, unless he was known to the gate-keeper,
in order to prevent more than one person from using the same ticket.
When one left the Assembly for good, he gave up his ticket. Every ticket
had its number by which it could be identified if lost or found; and the
bulletin-board contained plenty of notices of lost tickets.

It is said that one careful visitor carried his ticket everywhere for a
day or two, at each lecture-hall and tent looking vainly for a window
where it might be shown. As it did not seem to be needed, he left it in
his room, only to find when he wished to take out a boat, that he must
go home and get his ticket. When the day arrived for him to leave
Chautauqua, he placed his ticket in the bottom of his trunk, as it would
be needed no longer, intending to take it home as a souvenir for his
memory-book. But, alas, at the gate, departing, he found that ticket an
absolute necessity. Without it, apparently he must stay for