Crazy for it, but see here, Mr.-Mr. wilkins, why don't you play in public?
"Melomaniacs"
James Huneker
"No, brandy," said Mr. wilkins, looking into his empty glass, "now it's whiskey.
"Melomaniacs"
James Huneker
The sad pianist with the flaming hair turned to the boys: "My wife, Mrs. wilkins, gentlemen!"
"Melomaniacs"
James Huneker