Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-03-21
STAGE SUpERSTlTIONS.
ctLUMRINE SUCCEEDED IN HOO
 OOOlNG" EVERYTHING.

When first went on the stage man aged to get myself dislikcd in more ways than an ordinary mortal would deem it possible. The first thing did was to ''h,anloo everything Now. didn't know what it meant to 'hoo,loo" things, but was always doing it. began in this way:
 One night l came to the theater in high spirits. it was raining torrents but what cared for wind or rain? Wasn't there a swell theatre party made up just on my account. and wouldn't l shine in the eyes of my old school friends as ! bright particular star. even though my part was not one of great importancc?
 In spite of my wet feet and dripping umbrella l skipped hilariolsly into the dressing room and greeted my sister ful good evening" took off my hat and ulster and hung them up, then put my rubbers in the ccrncr. We had an unusually large dressing room, and there were three or four of us dressing to- gether. l looked around for place to put my umbrella Not seeing any. l
 went out in the passage. There was a kind of sink just opposite our door. l thought that would be good place for it. so opened my umbrella and set it in the sink to drain. Then went into the l Ni iN,"fA'H 'S>'iA' o''N 's So HSS iShAy to
 make up" Now, ever since 1 was Il small child l have had a reprehensible habit of whistling, ] have tried in vain to break myself of it Whenever l feel particularly light hearted find myself whistling away as merrily as if the old proverb about "whistling girls and crow ing hens" had never been heard of, SING, BUT DO NOT WHISTLE took out my cosmetics and began to int fpn | about to make an amiabe remark to one of the girls she startled me by crying out in a peremptory tone ''Stop that!" Stop whaty" 1 said.
 That whistling."
 Don't you like that air? We'll. here's another for you"-
 "Stop!" they all cried, in a chorus.
 What is the matter1' asked. What am doing?"
 What are you doing? Why, whistlins Carrie out of the company" What on earth do you meanY" l said
 looking from one to the other in bewil- derment.
 Don't you know that it's the worst thing you can do to whistle in a dressing room! The one next the door will be whistled out of the company" 2'Is that what all tlris fuss is about?" said. Well. I'll stop whistling, but l don't sec where you got such an idea" You don't! We'll, you get whistled out of an engagement once or twice md l you'll see we'll enough" May l hum?" l asked, meekly, "or will that bring down some horrible ca lamity on our defenseless heads?' You may sing all you want to, but don't whistle"
 So began humming a favorite air, and went on with my dressing. was heating some cosmetic, and held it in the flame too long; it melted, and q piece dropped on my lily white hand; it burned my wrist and left a big black ''smooch." l scrubbed and scrubbed
 but it would not come of. What shall l do!" l said. l never saw cosmetic stick so! Take some vaseline." said Lou. Its no use," l groaned. "All the perfumes in Arabia will not sweeten this little hand!'
 1 was startled by shriek of horror, and WAS amazed to see consternation in every face. l was frightened by their looks, and said in a faint voice, ''What l is it?''
 Do you know what you said?" whis-
 pered Carrie in blood curdling accents.
 "Why, ycs," l replied, wonderingly.
 Il said, All the perfumes "
 Stop" they screamed. You must
 be cray! Don't you know better than to 1 quote Macbeth in the theatre?" l breathed again. ''ls that all?" | said
 "All-it's enough. I'm not going to stay in the room with her. Shell Jonah l every one of us before the curtain goes stage and wait" said Carrie. ''QUEERING" THE WEEKS BUSINESS. 1 She walked to the door and opened it.
 Instead of going out she fell back with a l gasp Who did that? she said. ''What?"
 cried Lou and together. That" point
 ing with rigid forefinger. l hardly dared to look. 1 feared to
 see some ghostly sight. But screwed | up my courage and followed the direc- | Nothing ill the world but my harmless
 umbrella set up to dry!
 | ''l don't see anything but my um-
 brella," said. "Is it yours?" they ex-
 claimed Why. yes; I set it up there
 to dry" They looked at each other and
 walked away in silence AS l stood
 rooted to the spot stage hand came
 along and said: "You must want to hoo
 doc the theatre, putting an open um-
 brella in the hall" took it down and l shut it.
 Iwent silently about the dressing room | My high spirits were all gone now, and l
 felt sad and depressed. As soon as l
 could went upstairs. The overture was
 on, and l stood listening to the music and
 musing on the mutability of human
 affairs, when happened to remember
 the theatre party. "I wonder if they are
 here yet," l thought went up to the
 curtain and looked through the peep
 hole. The house was not full, but it was
 not bad for rainy night. cspied my | friends just coming In; how nice they all | looked. As l was thinking how well Jennie c. looked in her new theatre bon | net some one touched me on the shoul-
 der. Do you want to queer the business | for the whole week." said a voice in awful
 accents. You must never look through
 the peep hole when the orchestra is play | ing Monday night"
 was completely discouraged. Was
 there anything could do that was not
 bad luck7 This is only a specimen of the
 "ways that are dark" that poor novice
 must learn before she can really be con 1 sidered initiated. ."-Columbine ip Chi cago Tribune.
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