The Dickinson press., 1889-05-18
A COMEDY IN THREE ACTS,
THE NEW THEATRICAL MANAGER
AND THE THINGS HE LEARNED.

| AND THE THINGS HE LEARNED.
Tho Pretty Soubrctte Who Got a Weeks
Wages in Advance and tho Leading Man
Who Carried Her Off in Coupe After
the Performance Was Over.
Tho Leading Man rests his cigar above the
sign. Rules such as these are for ordinary
mortals, not for him. Ho regards himself in
tho looking glass with something of pleasure
IN his gaze He sits down i'll a chair opposite
the dressing table and shouts for his servant.
This worthy rushes in at once and the even
ings transformation scene begins.
With Il deftness learned by long experience
the dresser removes the masters street attire.
The master, in tho meantime, is engaged in
looking over tho evenings correspondence.
Here is letter from u stagestruck school
slrl desiring an introduction The note is
torn up and thrown in tho corner. The Lead
ing Man has long passed that stage of his
his profession. Tho next letter is request
for an autograph Tho dresser, who is a
better writer than his master, attends to this
department Ho takes a certain delight in
writing his masters name and deceivng the
innocent. All drcssers are alike in this par-
ticular.
PUTTING ON THE HANDSOME
Now comes the "make up" The Leading
Man is strictly intent on business He throws
away his cigar, looks earnestly at his rchcc-
tion i'll the glass, rolls up his sleeves and be-
gins to work. First he covers his face with a
grease preparation which serves rs n ground
work for tho paint. Next tho eyes arc pen
cilcd, the wrinkles drawn, tho mustache de-
fined and tho wig carefully adjusted. The
work is done rapidly, years of experience are
brought into play i'll rs few minutes. The
joining place Of tho wig must be hidden.
More paint isuscd, and as tho work progrcsser
to such an extent that tho Leading Mans
mother would never have known her son had
She seen him. a last glance i'll the looking
glass and the work is over.
In tho meantime tho dresser has changed
tho shoes, prepared the costume for the act,
nnd arranged all its minor details.
Tho door now opens and tho manager
enters. His lat rests jauntily on the back
part of his head. He smokes Il very strong
mud singularly utrocious looking cigar; his
talk shows Il decided Hcbraic accent.
"liows the housey' is tho first question
that grccts his entrance The manager
shakes his head. There arc volumes Of in
formation in that shake.
about $500, mostly paper"
An ominous silence prevails.
Tho manager sits down upon trunk kicks
vigorously and finally pulls bunch of dra-
matte papers from an inside pocket. They
afford him little satisfaction
''Ihcn fellows don't know u good play
when they secs it," ho remarks sadly. "1'hey
nre u precious lot of jays" Tho Leading
Man turns to his master encouragingly
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s:Ncw York opening, that's all They can't
do lis, you know. You're splendid loser
and game. never saw n better Next sea-
son we'll laugh at this"
The managers countcnancc brightcns; he
is pleased attho compliment, for it is his first
season i'll the business. Next year. if no lives
he will know more, but tho probabilities uro
that his wealth will not bc source of great
trouble TO him. 1t is the common lot of NOR
tals. Why should we seek the exception?
Presently the bell rings for tho rising of
tho curtnin The manager takes his place in
the prosccenium box and leans back with tho
lordly air of Il Standard Oil magnate, pre-
pared to applaud at tho proper timo and
place. The people in tho body Of the house
look ut him curiously and envy him They
don't know ALL
TIE MANAGERS TRIALS
The act is over and an adjournment to tho
dressing room is again in order. Tho leading
man is wipins his heated brow and drinking
large schooner Of beer which ono of the
kings guards has just brought i'll from tho
nearest saloon. Tho manager enters and is
invited to share tho feast Ho drains his
glass quickly, when u knock is heard at the
door. The property man enters.
'Plcasc, sor, want tin cints for to buy n
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''To buy whats"
ga cake, sor, for tho dinner scene. We
need cake, you knows it, sor"
"What, in tho name Of beaver, tecano %
tho cake you got yesterday Tell me at
oncc!'
'Plazc, tho rats ate it last noight, sor."
Tho manager swears long and loudly
'You'rc pack Of thieves all around. Money.
money, all tho time. Last night tho stage
baby got sick. Had to get another; So out
Now you want cake I'll give you tho
cake, but, by Cd, sir! if it goes you 90 too.
You hear me. Rats is too thin q game to
work onus"
Third acts in!'' screams the call boy Tho
leading man walks toward the stage, leaving
the manager still sitting on tho dressing room
trunk, smoking vigorously. By and by there
comes gcntlo tap at the door. 1t is gentle,
very gentle.
"Come in,'' growls the manager The door
opens little by little and the soubrette enters
She looks charming; her timidity is delight
full to behold.
"Wcll, what's tho matter nowl' says tie
manager in rather Modified tones ooh, sir.
You're not like tho rest of the managers I'vs
played for; indeed you're not. If You wern ]
wouldn't have troubled you. But you see,
sir, I'm all alone Mother has gone to New
York and only want one weeks salary in
advance to pay my board. Can'tI have it,
plcase:" Tho blue eyes look up so appeal
ingly The manager cannot stand their gaze
"Wcll, you can have it this once but mind
this is tho last time. Alone, eh! Ill walk
home with you tonight if you're lonely"
"Oh, thank you, sir" is tho answer, and
tho maiden vanishcs
The show has now como to an end The
audience file out to tho music of the orchcs-
ira, and tho manager goes in front to
wlthcr with his glances tho souls OF any of
tho critics who may have been in the body of
the house. Then he walks back once more
Ho reaches tho dressing rooms. They are
empty and the gas is out. "Whcro is Miss
NJ he asks of tho back door man.
''Just gone on, sor, with gint in coupe"
"Was it Mr.. Mp he asks, mentioning
the name of the leading man.
sit was, sor, is the answer.
Sold again, guess I'll go to the hotel and
go to bed," soliloquized the manager. My
names Dennis, anyhow"
Tho play was indeed over.-Phladelphia
Times.