The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1880-03-27

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/, ,isers is any young lady in all the
circle of our readers who longs to go upon
the stage as ballet-girl, let her thought
fully read the following, and at least
sleep over it before deciding to try it.
You have seen the ballet-girl upon the
stage? OF course you have, if you ever at
tended theater or an opera. Those girls
that dance so painfully like turkeys on
hot floor, and dress so closely that fly
sometimes turns its head to blush rather
than witness the splendid 'splay" of
legs, arms, busts, etc., that conspire to
make up the tout ensemble of the pretty
ballet girl; some of them are mothers
with daughters old enough to wash sheep
Or weed onion beds on shares.
A Eoung lady writes to us from Osh-
kosh that she wants to be ballet-girl,
and wants to know how to get on the
stage.
Well, about the best way is to walk
on, and be careful not to fall 1t is not
difficult matter. You first apply to the
stage manager for a position. If you are
not wanted, he will puff a cloud of cigar
smoke in your eye, and with a wink tell
you to come again. If there is vacancy
in the array of angels, it is not so easy to
fill as you may imagine. The manager
invites you into his private office-a nice
little place, full of odd things that you
would like to look at, but you are afraid
to. He asks you to remove your hat or
bonnet, so as he can look at your head,
hair, ears, neck, eyes, nose, chin, mouth.
Then he shakes his head, and then you
may 60 home; or he mods his head, and
you may stay for further examination.
Next he asks you to remove the dress, so
he can see your-your-your bust, and,
if you are timid, you bust out and run. If
not, you shiver a little, blush, drop your
eyes, and do as he requests. Then he
looks at you, turns you around, feels of
your shoulder blades to see if you are
1.-the, timber and fabricated in your upper
joints, 80 that you can get yourself into
shape without cracking your bones into
pipe-stems.
Then, as you prepare to slip your dress
on and scute for home, he says: "Wait a
little till I see your legs"
Then you sit in chair and reach down
for the hem of your skirt, and show him
your toes. He says:
"A little higher, my dear"
Then you show him the instep, and he
says:
"A little bit higher, please"
Then you lift the skirts SO that he can
see your ankles, and as you are about to
drop the garments he says, in the coolest
manner:
"a little higher, please
Then you look at him in alf-scared
way, to find him as cool as crowbar in
January, and raise the skirts about a
quarter of an inch. He says:
Up, up up; little higher"
You wonder what he means by three
ups and with boldness you wonder at
hearing:
halse the skirts to the knees"
Inc manager then takes hold of your
feet and twists them in this way and
that. He tries the toes to see if they are
corn-covered or not. Then he feels OF
the bones of the ankles to see if thew are
solid or pithy. Then he slides the hand
under the calves to pinch them, and see
If the muscles run straight up and down
or twist like hemlock. He then tickles
the calf, and you jump up with kick,
drop your skirts and say:
"Oh!"
Inc manager then says.
Don't be scared, Miss; there is nc
one here but you and I; but I'll lock the
door SO we will not be interrupted"
You look for window, and wonde,
how TAR it is to your home, the earth O,
heaven, and stand all in shiver The
manager says:
Now raise your skirts, and let me see
your notion"
You are all in tremble, but raise them
to the knees, when he says: