B i 1 : 1 ; Oi Armfield Gilded Wreath THE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LOS ANGELES The >REENLEAF=XHEATRE The Gilded Wreath BY CONSTANCE S MEDLEY SECOND EHITION G REEN LE A F THEATRE PLAYS THE Gilded Wreath BY CONSTANCE SMEDLEY ONE SHILLING NET From all Booksellers, and the Publishers, Duckworth and Co., 3, Henrietta Street, Covent Garden, London, W.C 2. SEPTEMBER. 1922 PROLOGUE. We are now about to present The Gilded Wreath, an artless revelation of the world behind the scenes, which we hope will not prove too disillusioning to the innocent. There is one person whose point of view of fame has never been brought out : the individual who appears each night on every concert plat- form of distinction, and whose mission in life is to open the piano for someone else to play. Allow us to introduce him as he sits in his modest little den at the end of the corridor that leads to the artistes' room, and beyond to the stage and the audience. To-night, let him speak. What does he think of the gilded wreath of fame? THE GILDED WREATH i^t Lit dru il^i ^.' n: (i \^ — -Xt iifCt— ^£i^ " For me this Golden whirligig " ? 1105711 THE Gilded Wreath D a a A small white and grey anteroom, behind the scenes of a famous concert hall. Four coat hooks hang along the wall, and to t/w left is a packing case from a fashionable florist's. On the left hand side a door gives on to a passage beading to the stage. A little old man, silvered and wrinkled, is meditating on a small stiff cjiair, at tlie right. He holds a little book. His baggy dress-suit once belonged to a portly and fashionable tenor, at a time when the last word in dress-suits was bright deep blue. His severe black stock however, redeems him from tfie charge of flippancy. THE PIANO ATTENDANT {reading) " Dost thou not see The ant, the bee, The birds that sing, The herbs that spring, Together work And never shirk 3 THE GILDED WREATH Else would disperse The Universe. And wilt thou not Perform thy lot? " So says Mar-cus Aurelius. Do what I can, As Piano Man I He closes book, lays hands on it, folded, and cocks his head to one side. Mere opening and shutting, And in its place putting The music that's played. Well, well, that's my trade! He places the book in his inner pocket and takes out a large old watch. It teaches me Philosophy. He rises and proceeds to unpack the case. No sweet bouquets Bestrew my ways. No loud Bray-vo As off I go. No shrill re-call, Yet I serve all, Appear each night. And set things right. As he bends over the packing case, prying off the lid,.. A Youthful Violinist enters carrying his violin and bow, and advancing timidly, on tippy toes. THE GILDED WREATH THE YOUTHFUL VIOLINIST Behind the scenes! How much it means I Dare I presume — {begins to tune up.) THE ATTENDANT {straightening up, severely) The artistes' room Is just down there And your place, sir. THE VIOLINIST Please let me stay Here till I play. The artistes are So la-di-da, I feel a pup. And daren't tune up. THE ATTENDANT Keep quiet, sir Or you'll incur The grave distress Of nervousness. He takes an armful of bouquets out of the packing case, and fluffs out the handsome ribbons. THE VIOLINIST How sweet a scent I Ah, flowers 1 THE GILDED WREATH THE ATTENDANT Meant For the array Of stars who'll play. THE VIOLINIST They're sent up here? Why that is queer ! Orpheus moved trees, And songs moved these From ladies' laps, Or hair perhaps, It seemed to me. But now I see The Public sends Flowers to its friends Before the treat Their ears doth greet. THE ATTENDANT {leaving bouquets on case, and fetching chair which he places under the first coat-hook.) You are a verdant green. The public sends no flowers Unless a cue is seen Waiting outside for hours 1 He waddles across to the case, and takes up a bouquet of purple and magenta orchids. THE VIOLINIST Yet sir, the hall is full. Rows of fine ladies sit And at their earrings pull, Or titivate a bit. 6 THE GILDED WREATH THE ATTENDANT Climbing the chair and hanging bouquet on the coat-hook. You innocent young man Not one seat has been bought. Those dames who sit and fan As guests have here been brought. THE VIOLINIST But placards are on view. And tickets are for sale. This is no private Do The papers tell the tale. THE ATTENDANT {confidentially , as he returns for the second bouquet.) A bluff is being called 1 These orchids strangely dyed With gold around them sprawled, Will no success decide. {He mounts the chair again beneath second coathook) They've been procured to please The artistes at great cost, Who have had handsome Tees To make up for the Frost. The stars will all be set. In constellation bright. Round Lady Margaret, The heroine of To-night I 7 THE GILDED WREATH THE VIOLINIST {:puzzled) Round Lady Margaret? Is her voice then so rare, That every public pet Cannot with her compare? THE ATTENDANT {busily returning for third bouquet) Her voice is as the sigh Of gentle summer breeze. If you could get close by, Maybe it then would please. THE VIOLINIST {following Attendant as he carries the bou- quet to the third coathook) But then, this hall enlarged. This audience, in rows? Although no price is charge'd. To hear, they will suppose 1 THE ATTENDANT {on chair) Oh no, they won't, oh no. They've only come to yawn, And criticise and go To sup with her till dawn. Money can buy most things. A claque in evening dress, But this it never brings, A gen-u-ine success. 8 THE GILDED WREATH If you've come here to play Thinking you'll make a hit You must not feel dismay If they don't clap a bit. He returns for the fourth bouquet. THE VIOLINIST {crosses R.) But sir, I do not play For nothing but success, I strive to shed a ray Of joy, and folks to bless. And with my fiddle make, Celestial harmony. THE ATTENDANT {pausing to survey him) It does make my heart ache Fellows like you to see. THE VIOLINIST I studied very hard ; Three weeks ago I met In my dingy little yard This Lady Margaret. She was visiting a man Who oft to prison goes, I played, she heard, the plan To bring me out, arose. THE GILDED W RE AT H THE ATTENDANT {trotting on again to the fourth coat hook and hanging the bouquet thereon.) Oh virginal young man I'm sure her heart is true 1 I'm sure her pretty plan Was to do good to you. But her poor head is turned By flattery alDsurd Although so long she's learned Her voice can NOT be heard ! THE VIOLINIST {crosses L.C.) But sir, she should be told If what you say is right. THE ATTENDANT Ah, who will be so bold? THE VIOLINIST Why, I will speak to-night. THE ATTENDANT Ha ha, he he, ho hoi Excuse my laugh, but I — Know how far one can go, Amongst the great and high. No friends the facts CAN tell, No cr'tic speaks the truth, All of them love too well Her sweetness and her youth I THE GILDED W RE AT H He sets the stiff chair back in its original position . Immense bouquets now decorate the coathcoks, weird orchids looped with gold, w/iite roses draped with silver tissue, pink and lilac berries wound with silver, and a sheaf of emerald lilies. Both 7nen stand back, as Lady Margaret enters hurriedly Left, the flurry of her entrance sending her midzvay between them. She is deliciously sli?n , young and angelic ; a theatre- cchat of Persian blue is wrapped about her ; her flaxen hair aureoles a limpid forehead and eyes that are eternally wide open in complete acceptance of a world of toys. LADY MARGARET Where is the piano man? Oh, there he is. We can Commence our victories. Open the piano lid. Set music free. And bid The singers follow thee. Then when applause doth fill Each hungry ear You will With the bouquets appear I The Piano Attendant trots off with shuffling gait, bowing, and rubbing his hands. THE GILDED WREATH Alas my youthful friend, Forgive the wrong. You end A programme that's too long I She kneels on the little stiff chair, one frail liltie h-and on the back, gazing up at the Violinist, fiti fully. THE VIOLINIST Oh lady fair, pray do not deem Me bold to speak on such a theme, But 1 would hear, I must confess, Why you are anxious for success? LADY MARGARET {subsiding on to chair, and resting her chin on her clasped hands, sweetly) Certainly, sir. I can't endure To be called " merely amature " Or as professionals prefer To put it, ' merely amateur.' THE VIOLINIST But amateurs all artists be. Amat: he loves: his harmony. LADY MARGARET To love, alas, is not enough. One has to practise, oh, such stuff. She twists round in her chair, with a shiver. 12 THE GILDED W RE AT H THE VIOLINIST But what we love, it doth not tease To practise, but doth greatly please. Run, scale, and trill fresh beauties show As up and down, the fresh notes go. LADY MARGARET Shivering and clasping her hands pathetic- ally. I beg you, do not mention trill. The very word makes me feel ill. The only thing that keeps me to it, Is, How they'll clap when I get through it ! THE VIOLINIST But if you don't like singing, why Appear upon a platform high? LADY MARGARET Rising with exquisite dignity Because I have a goal, no less Than to achieve a great success. Then if I were WELLKNOWN. I might Bring unknown genius, to light. A word from me, to make a name 1 Ah, that is better far than fame. THE VIOLINIST But can success be given, like that? 13 THE GILDED WREATH LADY MARGARET Oh yes, I well know what I'm at. 1 he greatest genius can't dispense With being helped by Influence. When artists seek my helping hand. I shall be kind, and — understand ! THE VIOLINIST Madam, I think it is your plan To take the place of God to man. LADY MARGARET {struck with the idea, hands daintily up) That would be nice. I'd love that. Yes, But first I must win my success. {Sighs and droops again on to the chair, with parted lips voicelessly muttering Mi, Mi, Mi or the latest fashionable watchword) Enter very rapidly, with small shuffling steps, the ATTENDANT. He mutters to himself as he runs to the first coathook and takes down the bouquet, then hurries back and out, rather like the White Rabbit in Alice in Wonderland. THE ATTENDANT The Public may want The Bee and the Ant But they certainly don't The artists in front. I fear no recall THE GILDED WREATH Will be given at all And these flowers, in that gloom Will suggest but — the tomb I He disappears, running. LADY MARGARET who has risen, all concern. Oh quickly let me cheer them. Poor Miss Hesperia Jones. To triumph I will steer them. A friendly word atones. {Slie is taking cards and gilt pencil from a shimmerv little bas) {writing) ' Your voice is like the — dewdrops I ' She sticks card into second bouquet. {^writing) ' You do look such a dear ! She puts card into third bouquet, looks at name on fourth, and throws up hands in fiorror. Dismay! The line at you stops. {To the Violinist) No flowers for you are here. THE VIOLINIST Au contraire I I can spare Flowers for you. {He crosses R, facing the bouquets and as he speaks, illustrates his meaning with a fantastic obligato) THE GILDED WREATH I can strew All the room With perfume. {he panivmimes playmg) Transport your thought To bowers of flowers. {His voice beco?nes richer, deeper) Softly, and pizzicato. Polyanthuses pink Their little eyes wink. The nodding narcissus, Calls out, Come and kiss us Swelling languorously Those sillies, Lent Lillies, Swoon, sighing ! Defying Gaily, loud The jocular Auricula That laughs beside Pompously THE London Pride. Allegretto Your heart I will fill, Their sweets I'll distil Into sparkle and shine And dazzle divine Till I've done Making fun. 16 THE GILDED V^ RE AT H He turns to her, with a low bow, laughing. She is now sitting on the 'packing-case, her hands behind her, staring at him as at a Magician. LADY MARGARET But who taught you to play In that won-derful way? THE VIOLINIST There's a garden I know Where the winds always blow. It lies on the hills And the flowers always move. It's their rhythm that fills My heart with such love. LADY MARGARET Sitting up very stiffly on the edge of packing- case. I have been taught my lungs to fill, Until control-led at my will Is head; and throat, and chest: each part That makes a note : but not my heart ! Tucked in My chin. {she attempts to place it) 17 THE GILDED W RE AT H Yet free Must be I To essay- High A. {after some effort, achieves a squeak) THE VIOLINIST But song comes with ease. LADY MARGARET {leaning back, exhausted and fanning herself with a foolish little handkerchief) No, no, a great task! THE VIOLINIST The birds, in the trees, The wandering bees — LADY MARGARET {sitting up again, with new vigor) Give joy as we bask : But for efforts like these — {after more chinplacing, squeaks again) Applause we must ask. {Lies back, again exhausted) The Attendant once more appears, running even more rapidly ; his brow is furrowed, his eyes see nothing but his objective, his mouth works and mutters as he heads for the second, third and fourth bouquets and runs out with them. THE GILDED WREATH THE ATTENDANT Never did I see The Ant, or the Bee So hurried as I. With trophies I fly To present the artiste Ere this clapping has ceased, I must NOT get perplext. Lady Margaret, NEXT! {He disappears) LADY MARGARET {Rising with a little shriek) Oh dear, I shall die. {She hurriedly divests herself of the Persian blue coat, disclosing diaphanous and glitter- ing fabrics) So nervous am L I shall never breathe right. {Hastily powders her nose) I am getting stage-fright. Site re?nains with her powder puff agonisedly applied, muttering Ali, mi, mi, and occasion- ally feeling her pretty throat. As he speaks following her, she flies with 'little rushes, round the stage. THE VIOLLNIST My pretty dear, Forget your fear. Praise, rejoice, Then your voice 19 THE GILDED WREATH Will flow free, Easily. Think of caves Brimming full, Liquid waves Splashing cool. Clouds that fleet O'er the blue, Dancing feet, Me — and you. LADY MARGARET But my song is a strain Of yearning and pain. A love-song. You know! For they always go. THE VIOLINIST If you could love! That's all! If you only couM fall For the people in rows, Every usher that goes With the programmes — LADY MARGARET Such folk ? THE VIOLINIST I'm not talking in joke. I mean it. Love us! LADY MARGARET How ri-di-cu-lous I 20 THE GILDED WREATH [She breathes deeply, in rhythm, for the space of two lines.') Of my voice I must think. {She breathes again) Oh I must have a drink. What — What's that you said? Love — love — oh, my head. THE VIOLINIST Fear makes your throat dry. LADY MARGARET And love makes me sing high And my voice will improve. Oh. Where's someone to love? As she glances wildly to the door, the At- tendant runs in, his hands clenched, his brow dark, his lips muttering. THE ATTENDANT The Bee and the Ant Would most certainly pant If they so had to run. Not one clapped, not one! The stage waits, Miss. {He pauses C.) LADY MARGARET {tearing flowers from her corsage) Here I These flowers I Take them, dear ! 21 THE GILDED WREATH {.She deposits them in the Attendant's be- wildered Imnds) And thanks from my heart For the strength you'll impart. Oh may these flowers prove The wealth of my love And move me to sing Like — like anything ! {She rushes off wildly, her music extended in an agonised way before THE ATTENDANT What? Flowers for me? Flowers for the Piano Man? {He goes slowly, as if exhausted to the chair) Let me my oozing forehead gently fan. {He sits, the flowers in one hand, fanning with the other.) I thought that I should have to die Before flowers came to such as J ! Pushed here and there and every- where, Standing where there's an inch to spare ! For me? Why, am I part of, then The show, like other gentlemen? {He carefully arranges flowers in his coat) Has she included me? Then I'll make free To include her in my philosophy. THE GILDED WREATH With Ant, and Bee, and me, ?he shall be placed To benefit a world, she's only graced. THE VIOLINIST. Each one a note, and equally Of use in the world's symphony I ' Let Lady Margaret once see, Her muffled voice shall ring out free A.S when you lift the pianolid— — THE ATENDANT. No shout sir in her throat is hid. Not in a sudden flash will she be finding The solemn truths that you and I are minding ife sighs deeply and sniffs the flowers ; then sneezes daintily like a cat. THE VIOLINIST. With sudden rent, the temple's veil was torn. So may the gift of song in her be born. THE ATTENDANT. I rather feel, though quiet word The truth dawns that we are absurd. The tinkle of drops On granite rocks Wears holes in time, Like feet in socks, 23 THE GILDED WREATH {the Vwlimst paces in rhythm, to door L.) As step by step We onward go. So doth the soul Awaken: slow 1 THE VIOLINIST. Piano Man, pause. What is it we hear? THE ATTENDANT. iRoing to door L and listening"). The hollow applause That to her is dear. THE VIOLINIST. Does she call that success? THE ATTENDANT. That she'll certainly do. THE VIOLINIST. It will cause her distress If I don't applaud too. THE ATTENDANT. Oh she does need a friend ! {listens: they pause for 8 beats) THE VIOLINIST. Is she singing or not? {listens: they pause for 8 beats) THE GILDED WREATH THE ATTENDANT. It has come to an end All the voice she has got. She's here, sir. {Backs from door) . THE VIOLINIST. [clapping excitedly). Bravo I THE ATTENDANT. retreating to further side of stage. It's correct for a star To say Bravissimo. It gives more eclat. Lady Margaret enters flushed and radiant, laden with baskets, bouquets and a bunch of violets. Most prominent is an enormous gilded wreath. She crosses R. LADY MARGARET. I took my A Just the right way. It came so well, That trophies fell. They handed four Up from the floor. And this bunch — see — {tenderly kissing the tiny bunch) The gallery. 25 THE GILDED WREATH THE ATTENDANT. A little touch Like that, does much. Excuse me, sir They're waiting there. THE VIOLINIST. {desperately) My turn? Oh may I when: I play, Forget my grief And find relief. He goes out. Lady Margaret takes vp her coat and gathers it round her, luxuriously. LADY MARGARET. {with complacent surprise) My voice was quite strong! THE ATTENDANT {standing with one hand on the back of the chair, as if having fiis pfioto graph taken). No miss, there you're wrong. The truth I shall speak. It was wonderful weak. LADY MARGARET. her cloak half about her, turns her back on the audience to look at him. But those trophies prove 26 THE GILDED WREATH THE ATTENDANT How great is the love Of your doting Papa. From him they all are. LADY MARGARET. Not this penny bunch. No, somebody's lunch Was bereft of a bun Or some milk — THE ATTENDANT grave and immovable. That someone Was put there by me V\ ith instructions to see The bunch hit you plumb When the encore should come. She drops bunch, and draws her coat about her. gazing at him in horror. LADY MARGARET. But what of the claps That burst from them? THE ATTENDANT P'raps You did not remark How behind in the dark The program men stood. They did not intrude But regularly One, two, three, cne two three. {Claps ?nethodically) . 27 THE GILDED WREATH LADY MARGARET. But my audience caf?ie. THE ATTENDANT. You invited the same To sup with Papa And well — there they are! LADY MARGARET. My success isn't true ! THE ATTENDANT. I leave it to you. LADY MARGARET But the people we know Don't clap much, when they go — That is, when you've dined You are not inclined To exert yourself much — THE ATTENDANT. {alert) What's thaO. LADY MARGARET. I can't touch The hearts of my friends ! THE ATTENDANT. {hurryi'ng to the door) . If that don't make amends I He has waked up that crew Of deadheads. He's through. 28 THE GILDED WREATH LADY MARGARET. Is that applause? THE ATTENDANT. Yes, ain't it warm. It's roaring like a thunderstorm. LADY MARGARET. Dear me. Mine didn't sound like that. I see now, mine was rather flat. She sinks into chair, looking straight before her, her hands behind her. Well,' I brought him out. Although through a whim I have m.ade his success ! THE ATTENDANT. No miss. That's all him. Money, and rank, and patron's powers Can't make a true success, nor flowers . She huddles the cloak round her, with droop- ing head. I can't see his trophy. LADY MARGARET. (/« a chokey tearful voice). Look beneath My flowers. Give him my gilded wreath. 29 THE GILDED WREATH The Violinist enters. She draws herself to- gether, and rises bravely. LADY MARGARET. Young friend, I am a foolish girl Who sought to leave the tedious whirl Of fashionable frivolity An artiste of renown to be. But now I shall seek other ways. Please will you teach me how to praise. THE VIOLINIST. But this is success I I have opened your eyes. THE ATTENDANT. Your wreath, sir. express As a little surprise. THE VIOLINIST. For me? {he lays it in Margaret's hands). Nay, for you Who have found out the truth. LADY MARGARET. Success crowneth ill The vainglory of youth. She turns with wreath to the Attendant You have opened the pi-a-no And also my eyes. 30 THE GILDED WREATH Successful I? Ah, no. This wreath is your prize. She puts it over his head. THE ATTENDANT. For me this golden whirligig? LADY MARGARET. {to Violinist). Ah, your success is just as big I Concerts in future I'll attend. To clap the playing of my friend! {she takes his hand, he leads her Left). THE VIOLINIST. While I will to the world impart The mmsic of a grateful heart 1 LADY MARGARET And you remain — no more — no less — The Piano Man who's won success 1 {They go out together, so she speaksl) THE ATTENDANT. Oh wonderful youth I Successful, forsooth ! Well, as you grow older You'll tire of the folder The photos, the poster ; The fanciful boaster Paid handsome to see You get pub-li-ci-ty 1 And the fussing, the fretting, The mad money-getting, 31 THE GILDED WREATH The notice, the praise, The applause, the bouquets, Won't seem any more Than when I take the floor, And night after night See the very same sight, New artistes, new fame. Each one " Making a NAME The while, in God's plan I remain piano man, Just opening the lid, {opens box) And shutting when bid. Handing the flowers ^puts in his wreath) At all sorts of hours, And clearing the mess {box to shoulder) That comes with SUCCESS. EXIT CURTAIN. A LITTLE business!^ NOTE. 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