[Frame became a full-time music-hall artist in the mid-1880s]

After that I came more and more into touch with my colleagues in the profession, and even now I can remember many pleasant little incidents associated with the names of some of them. […]

[…]

[T]here was Ruth Stanley, the real comedienne of the halls. To hear her was a treat. Who could forget her inimitable rendering of―

“Tim M'Loy's the boy―the G.P.O.,
The office in the city where the letters all go.” 

W. G. Porter was another old timer, whose impersonation of the celebrated actor Fitzroy was much appreciated. Alex. Godfrey, the Green Orator, also belonged to the grand old school, and entertained the people with such songs as “The Poorhouse,” one of Leggatt's by the way. Godfrey had not an over-melodious voice, but his patter kept his audience in a roar.

Amongst my contemporaries I may mention N. C. Bostock, the man with the robust voice, who created a furore in the Britannia with “Coal Jock”:―

“I can whistle, I can sing,
I can dance the Heilan' Fling,
I can hump awa' a basket or a poke;
I can drink a pint o' yill,
Frae that tae hauf a gill,
An' that's aboot the size o’ Coal Jock.”

Bostock is to the fore yet, and long may he flourish.