The united opinion. [volume] (Bradford, Vt.) 1881-1970, 1886-10-15

the arm OF her husband, or of the man who
Is for the time being officiating In that ca
pacity The male members OF tho company
stroll off In twos or thrces, and the
chorus, the gorgeous amazons and
fairies of the footlights appear, now
shom Of their glory and clad, some
modestly rs becomes young girls making
Sl5 week and some Gorgeously. suggesting
an outside source of income. These nre the
objects Of admiration of the stage door mash
ers And it is not strange that young girls,
who have to work hard, for life in the chorus
Is ono Of the most wearing employments pos
sible for girl to go into are tempted by the
prospect of jolly supper and an hours fun
| where they can pour the tale of their troubles
into sympathetic ears, and, too, there Is al
ways the possibility of securing a financial
Stacker" For there is not a girl in the
chorus who is not perfectly certain that she is
destined to shine as star All she needs is in
fiuence and little money to start her. To
tell tho truth the hacker rarely matcrializes,
but the girl wears better clothes and some
times leaves her fourth-story hall bedroom
for a comfortable flat. Sometimes she gets
married, sometimes she commits suicide,
sometimes she goes nobody knows where, she
always disappears, and her place is taken on
the stage and ut the restaurant table by
others as fair as frail and as foolish us her.
self
Stage door romances we have in abund-
ance. They are but countless variations Of
the sickening tale of mans inhumanty to
woman. Yet on the whole these stories are
generally ovcrdrawn. There are hundreds of
young women, occupying subordinate posi-
fiOuC tho CT Iyl,n n n n in tbni,
lives, as modest in their demeanor Off the
stage, as good daughters and us faithful
wives as their more fortunate sisters who oc-
cupy the boxes and look with affected horror
upon their abundant display OF figure I'M
morality does not always array itself in
tights by any manner of means. 1t is the
"fast" ones who bring themselves into no
toriety, that is all. Stories of their escapades
are the talk of the town for few weeks and
the whole profession is judged in the
public mind by these by no means fair sam
Piles, and the stories told by the hangers on
about the stage door go to swell the mass of
untruthful gossip. The dude who waits
patiently at the stage door for glimpse Of
the object of his admiration, and whose de-
votion is only rewarded by a cold nod Of
recognition, does not tell the story of the way
in which he was left" at his club or over his
glass of lemon and vichy at the bar. If he is
rallied Oh his amour in a halfenvious way by
his fellow dudes. he has fully developed and
wholly imaginary story to substantiate his
reputation as a Don Juan, or, what is often
worse, he is silent and winks. A wink will
do more to destroy girls good name than
the most ingeniousy concocted lie. Once in
while one of these feTows comes to grief A
friend of mine, who has a pretty wife on the
stage, was sitting with me in the theatre not
long since, when the conversation of couple
of young sprigs directly behind us attracted
our attention.
"Game O billiards after the theatreY" que
ried one.
NAV; got an engagement" drawled the
other.