FROn THE BOOKS OF FREEMAN-HUNTED 1 Jerome K. Jerome s Books. IDLE THOUGHTS OF AN IDLE FELLOW. BY JEROME K. JEROME. i2mo. Cloth, $1.00. " The Idle Thoughts," by Jerome, with his Special private views, Is a book all busy people should Undoubtedly peruse. London Punch. Full of quaint humor, caustic reflections, and deep and genuine pathos. London Literary World. THREE MEN IN A BOAT (TO SAY NOTHING OF THE DOG). Illustrations by A. FREDERICS. i2mo. Cloth, $1.25. A tour de force in fun. Saturday Review. Irresistibly funny. Vanity Fair. STAGE -LAND: HABITS AND CUSTOM* INHABITANTS. Illustrated by J. BERNARD PARTRIDGE. 12010. $ CURIOUS HABITS AND CUSTOMS OF ITS INHABITANTS. 122*7 STAGE-LAND CURIOUS HABITS AND CUSTOMS OF ITS INHABITANTS DESCRIBED BY [JJLROME K. JEROME AUTHOR OF "IDLE THOUGHTS OF AN IDLE FELLOW," "THREE MEN IN A BOAT," ETC. ILLUSTRATED BY J. BERNARD PARTRIDGE NEW YORK HENRY HOLT AND COMPANY 1890 TO THAT HIGHLY RESPECTABLE BUT UNNECESSARILY RETIRING INDIVIDUAL OF WHOM WE HEAR SO MUCH BUT SEE SO LITTLE "THE EARNEST STUDENT OF THE DRAMA,' THIS (COMPARATIVELY) TRUTHFUL LITTLE BOOK IS LOVINGLY DEDICATED, LIST OF CITIZENS INTERVIEWED. HERO, - 7 VILLAIN, 21 HEROINE, 35 COMIC MAN, 47 LAWYER, 59 ADVENTURESS, 71 SERVANT GIRL, 85 CHILD, 97 COMIC LOVERS, - - - - - - - in PEASANTS, .... .... 123 GOOD OLD MAN, - ...... 133 IRISHMAN, 139 DETECTIVE, ........ . 147 SAILOR, -*,,.,-, 153 irl_ 1 he Otage flero. STAGE-LAND. IS 1ber it, too. Her life * is undeniably a ' hard one. Nothing goes right with her. We all have our troubles, but the Stage heroine never has anything else. If she only got one afternoon a week off from trouble, or had her Sundays free, it would be something. But no ! misfortune stalks beside her from week's beginning to week's end. After her husband has been found guilty of murder, which is about the least thing that can ever happen to him, and her white-haired father- has become a bankrupt, and has died of a broken heart, and the home of her childhood has been 35 3 STAGE-LAND. sold up, then her infant goes and contracts a lingering fever. She weeps a good deal during the course of her troubles, which, we suppose, is only natural enough, poor woman. But it is depressing from the point of view of the audience, and we almost wish, be- HER WHITE-HAIRED FATHER HAS BECOME A BANKRUPT. fore the evening is out, that she had not got quite so much trouble. It is over the child that she does most of her weeping. The child has a damp time of it altogether. We sometimes wonder that it never catches rheumatism. THE HEROINE. 37 She is very good, is the Stage heroine. The comic man expresses a belief that she is a born angel. She reproves him for this with a tearful smile (it wouldn't be her smile if it wasn't tearful). "Oh no," she says (sadly of course), "I have many, many faults." We rather wish that she would show them a THE COMIC MAN EXPRESSES A BELIEF THAT SHE IS A BORN ANGKL. little more. Her excessive goodness seems some- how to pall upon us. Our only consolation, while watching her, is that there are not many good women off the stage. Life is bad enough, as it is; if there were many women, in real life, as good as the Stage heroine, it would be unbearable. 38 ST AGE-LA XD. The stage heroine's only pleasure in life is to go out in a snowstorm without an umbrella, and with no bonnet on. She has a bonnet, we know (rather a tasteful little thing), we have seen it hanging up behind the door of her room ; but when she comes out for a night stroll, during a heavy snowstorm (accompanied by ;hunder), she is most careful to leave it at home. Maybe she fears the snow will spoil it, and she is a careful girl. She always brings her child out with her on these excursions. She seems to think that it will freshen it up. The child does not appreciate the snow as much as she does. He says it's cold. One thing that must irritate the Stage heroine very much, on these occasions, is the way in which the snow seems to lie in wait for her, and follow her about. It is quite a fine night, before she comes on the scene : the moment she appears, it begins to snow. It snows heavily all the while she remains about, and, the instant she goes, it clears up again, and keeps dry for the rest of the evening. The way the snow "goes" for that poor woman is most unfair. It always snows much heavier in the particular spot where she is sitting, than it does anywhere else in the whole street. Why, we THE HEROINE. 39 have sometimes seen a heroine, sitting in the midst of a blinding snowstorm, while the other side of the road was as dry as a bone. And it never seemed to occur to her to cross over. We have even kown a more than usually malig- nant snowstorm to follow a heroine three times round the stage, and then go off R. with her. Of course, you can't get away from a snowstorm like that ! A Stage snowstorm is the kind of snowstorm that would follow you upstairs, and want to come into bed with you. Another curious thing about these Stage snow- storms is that the moon is always shining brightly throughout the whole of them. And it shines only on the heroine, and it follows her about, just like the snow does. Nobody fully understands what a wonderful work of nature the moon is except people ac- quainted with the stage. Astronomy teaches you something about the moon, but you learn a good deal more from a few visits to a theater. You will find from the latter that the moon only shines on heroes and heroines, with, perhaps, an occasional beam on the comic man : it always goes out when it sees the villain coming. It is surprising, too, how quickly the moon can 4 STAGE-LAND. go out on the stage. At one moment it is riding in full radiance in the midst of a cloudless sky, and the next instant it is gone ! Just as though it had been turned off at the meter. It makes you quite giddy at first, until you get used to it. The Stage heroine is inclined to thougthfulness rather than gaiety. In her cheerful moments the Stage heroine thinks she sees the spirit of her mother, or the ghost of her father, or she dreams of her dead baby. But this is only in her very merry moods. As a rule, she is too much occupied with weeping to have time for frivolous reflections. She has a great flow of language, and a wonder- ful gift of metaphor and simile more forcible than elegant and this might be rather trying in a wife, under ordinary circumstances. But as the hero is generally sentenced to ten years' penal servitude, on his wedding morn, he escapes, for a period, from a danger that might well appal a less fortunate bridegroom. Sometimes the Stage heroine has a brother, and if so, he is sure to be mistaken for her lover. We never came across a brother and sister, in real life, who ever gave the most suspicious person any THE HEROINE. 41 grounds for mistaking them for lovers; but the Stage brother and sister are so affectionate that the error is excusable. And when the mistake does occur, and the hus- THE STAGE BROTHER AND SISTER ARE SO AFFECTIONATE. band comes in suddenly and finds them kissing and raves, she doesn't turn round and say : "Why you silly cuckoo, it's only my brother." That would be simple and sensible, and would 42 STAGE-LAND. not suit the Stage heroine at all. No, she does all in her power to make everybody believe it is true, so that she can surfer in silence. She does so love to suffer. Marriage is undoubtedly a failure in the case of the Stage heroine. If the Stage heroine were well advised she would remain single. Her husband means well. He is decidedly affectionate. But he is unfortu- nate and inexperienced in worldly affairs. Things come right for him at the end of the play, it is true ; but we would not recommend the heroine to place too much reliance upon the continuance of this happy state of affairs. From what we have seen of her husband and his business capabilities, during the five acts preceding, we are inclined to doubt the possibility of his being anything but unfortunate to the end of his career. True he has at last got his "rights" (which he would never have lost had he had a head instead of a sentimental bladder on his shoulders), the vil- lain is handcuffed, and he and the heroine have settled down comfortably, next door to the comic man. But this heavenly existence will never last. The Stage hero was built for trouble, and he will THE HEROINE. 43 be in it again in another month, you bet. They'll get up another mortgage for him on the "estates" ; and he won't know, bless you, whether he really did sign it, or whether he didn't, and out he will go. And he'll slop his name about to documents without ever looking to see what he's doing, and be let in for Lord knows what ; and another wife will turn up for him that he had married, when a boy, and forgotten all about. And the next corpse that comes to the village he'll get mixed up with sure to and have it laid to his door, and there'll be all the old business over again. No, our advice to the Stage heroine is, to get rid of the herj as soon as possible, marry the vil- lain, and go and live abroad, somewhere where the comic man won't come fooling around. She will be much happier. Comic flDan. FOLLOWS the hero all over the world. This is rough on the hero. What makes him so gone on the hero is that, when f ^ ,; they \vere boys together, the hero .-^ii'i.'JiS-''''^'- > ' used to knock him down and kick him. The comic man remembers this with a glow of pride, when he is grown up; and it makes him love the hero and determine to devote his life to him. He is a man of humble station the comic man. The village blacksmith or a pedlar. You never see a rich or aristocratic comic man on the stage. You can have your choice on the stage; you can be funny and of lowly origin, or you can be well- to-do and without any sense of humor. Peers and policemen are the people most utterly devoid of humor on the stage. The chief duty of the comic man's life is to 47 4 8 STAGE-LAND. make love to servant girls, and they slap his face ; but it does not discourage him ; he seems to be more smitten by them than ever. The comic man is happy under any fate, and he says funny things at funerals, and when the bailiffs are in the house, or the hero is waiting to be hanged. This sort of man is rather trying in THEY SLAP HIS FACE. real life. In real life such a man would probably be slaughtered to death, and buried at an early period of his career, but on the stage they put up with him. He is very good, is the comic man. He can't abear villainy. To thwart villainy is his life's ambi- THE COMIC MAN. 49 tion, and in this noble object fortune backs him up grandly. Bad people come and commit their murders and thefts right under his nose, so that he can denounce them in the last act. They never see him there, standing close beside them, while they are performing these fearful crimes. It is marvelous how short-sighted people on the stage are. We always thought that the young lady in real life was moderately good at not see- ing folks she did not want to, when they were standing straight in front of her, but her affliction in this direction is as nothing compared with that of her brothers and sisters on the stage. These unfortunate people come into rooms where there are crowds of people about people that it is most important that they should see, and owing to not seeing whom they get themselves into fearful trouble, and they never notice any of them. They talk to somebody opposite, and they can't see a third person that is standing bang between the two of them. You might fancy they wore blinkers. Then, again, their hearing is so terribly weak. It really ought to be seen to. People talk and chatter at the very top of their voices, close be- 5 STAGE-LAND. hind them, and they never hear a word don't know anybody's there, even. After it has been going on for half an hour, and the people "up stage' have made themselves hoarse with shout- ing, and somebody has been boisterously mur- dered, and all the furniture upset, then the people "down stage" "think they hear a noise." THE COMIC MAN ALWAYS ROWS WITH HIS WIFE. The comic man always rows with his wife, if he is married, or with his sweetheart, if he is not married. They quarrel all day long. It must be a trying life, you would think, but they appear to like it. How the comic man lives and supports his wife THE COMIC MAN. 51 (she looks as if it wanted something to support her, too), and family is always a mystery to us. As we have said, he is not a rich man, and he never seems to earn any money. Sometimes he keeps a shop, and, in the way he manages busi- ness, it must be an expensive thing to keep, for he never charges anybody for anything, he is so generous. All his customers seem to be people more or less in trouble, and he can't find it in his heart to ask them to pay for their goods, under such distressing circumstances. He stuffs their basket full with twice as much as they came to buy, pushes their money back into their hands, and wipes away a tear. Why doesn't a comic man come and set up a grocery store in our neighborhood? When the shop does not prove sufficiently profitable (as under the above-explained method sometimes happens to be the case) the comic man's wife seeks to add to the income by taking in lodgers. This is a bad move on her part, for it always ends in the lodgers taking her in. The hero and heroine, who seem to have been waiting for something of the sort, immediately come and take possession of the whole house. Of course the comic man could not think of 52 STAGE-LAND. charging, for mere board and lodging, the man who knocked him down when they were boys together! Besides, was not the heroine (now the hero's wife) the sweetest and the blithest girl in all the village of Deepdale? (They must have been a gloomy band, the others !) How can any- one with a human heart beneath his bosom sug- gest that people like that should pay for their rent and washing! The comic man is shocked at his wife for even thinking of such a thing, and the end of it is that Mr. and Mrs. Hero live there for the rest of the play, rent free; coals, soap, candles, and hair oil for the child, being provided for them on the same terms. The hero raises vague and feeble objections to this arrangement now and again. He says he will not hear of such a thing, that he will stay no longer to be a burden upon these honest folk, but will go forth unto the roadside, and there starve. The comic man has awful work with him, but wins at last, and persuades the noble fellow to stop on, and give the place another trial. When, a morning or so after witnessing one of these beautiful scenes, our own landlady knocks at THE COMIC MAN. 53 our door and creates a disturbance over a paltry matter of three or four weeks' rent, and says she'll have her money or out we go that very day, and drifts slowly away down toward the kitchen, abus- ing us in a rising voice as she descends, then we think of these things and grow sad. It is the example of the people round him that makes the comic man so generous. Everybody is generous on the stage. They are giving away their purses all day long: that is the regulation "tip"on the stage, one's purse. The moment you hear a tale of woe, you grab it out of your pocket, slap it into the woe-or's palm, grip his hand, dash away a tear, and exit : you don't even leave yourself a bus fare home. You walk back quickly, and get another purse. Middle-class people and others, on the stage, who are short of purses, have to content them- selves with throwing about rolls of bank-notes, and .tipping servants with five pound checks. Very stingy people, on the stage, have been known to be so cussed mean as to give away mere sover- eigns. But they are generally only villains or lords that descend to this sort of thing. Respectable stage folk never offer anything less than a purse. 54 STAGE-LAND. The recipient is very grateful on receiving the purse, (he never looks inside,) and thinks Heaven ought to reward the donor. They get a lot of work out of Heaven, on the stage. Heaven does all the odd jobs for them that they don't want to go to the trouble and expense of doing for them- selves. Heaven's chief duty, on the stage, is to see to the repayment of all those sums of money that are given or lent to the good people. It is generally requested to do this to the tune of a "thousandfold," an exorbitant rate, when you come to think of it. Heaven is also expected to take care that the villain gets properly cursed, and to fill up its spare time by bringing misfortune upon the local land- lord. It is to avenge everybody, and to help all the good people whenever they are in trouble. And they keep it going in this direction. And when the hero leaves for prison, Heaven has to take care of his wife and child till he comes out ; and if this isn't a handful for it, we don't know what would be ! Heaven, on the stage, is always on the side of the hero and heroine, and against the rogue. Occasionally, of late years, the comic man has been a bad man, but you can't hate him for it. THE COMIC MAN. 55 What if he does ruin the hero and rob the heroine, and help to murder the good old man ! He does it all in such a genial, light-hearted spirit, that it is not in one's heart to feel angry with him. It is the way in which a thing is done that makes all the difference. Besides, he is always round on his pal, the seri- ous villain, at the end, and that makes it all right. The comic man is not a sportsman. If he goes out shooting, we know that when he returns we shall hear that he has shot the dog. If he takes his girl out on the river he upsets her (literally we mean). The comic man never goes out for a day's pleasure without coming home a wreck. If he merely goes to tea with his girl at her mother's, he swallows a muffin and chokes him- self. The comic man is not happy in his married life, nor does it seem to us that he goes the right way to be so. He calls his wife "his old Dutch clock," "the old geyser," and such like terms of endear- ment, and addresses her with such remarks as "Ah, you old cat," "You ugly old nutmeg grater," "You orangamatang, you !" etc., etc. Well, you know, that is not the way to make things pleasant about a house. STAGE-LAND. Still, with all his faults, we like the comic man. He is not always in trouble, and he does not make long speeches. Let us bless him. COMES HOME A WRECK. 1O eOtage JLawyer. Xawper. IS very old, and very long, and very thin. He has white hair. He dresses in the cos- tume of the last generation but seven. He has bushy eye- brows, and is clean shaven. His chin itches, considerably, so that he has to be always scratching it. His favorite remark is "Ah." In real life, we have heard of young solicitors, of foppish solicitors, of short solicitors ; but, on the stage, they are always very thin and very old. The youngest Stage solicitor we ever remember to have seen looked about sixty the oldest, about a hundred and forty-five. By-the-bye, it is never very safe to judge people's ages, on the stage, by their personal ap- pearance. We have known old ladies who looked seventy, if they were a day, turn out to be the mothers of boys of fourteen, while the middle- 59 60 STAGE-LAND. aged husband of the young wife generally gives one the idea of ninety. Again, what appears at first sight to be a com- fortable looking and eminently respectable elderly lady is often discovered to be, in reality, a giddy, girlish, and inexperienced young thing, the pride of the village or the darling of the regiment. So, too, an exceptionally stout and short-winded old gentleman, who looks as if he had been living too well, and taking too little exercise for the last forty-five years, is not the heavy father, as you might imagine if you judged from mere external evidence, but. a wild, reckless boy. You would not think so to look at him, but his only faults are that he is so young and light- headed. There is good in him, however, and he will no doubt be steady enough, when he grows up. All the young men of the neighborhood worship him, and the girls love him. "Here he comes," they say, "dear, dear old Jack Jack, the darling boy the headstrong youth Jack, the leader of our juvenile sports, Jack! whose childish innocence wins all hearts. Three cheers for dancing, bright-eyed Jack !" On the other hand, ladies with the complexion of eighteen, are, you learn as the story progresses, THE LAWYER. 61 quite elderly women, the mothers of middle-aged heroes. The experienced observer of Stage-land never jumps to conclusions from what he sees. He waits till he is told things. The Stage lawyer never has any office of his own. He transacts all his business at his clients' houses. He will travel hundreds of miles to tell them the most trivial piece of legal information. It never occurs to him how much simpler it would be to write a letter. The item for "travel- ing expenses," in his bill of costs, must be some- thing enormous. There are two moments in the course of his clients' career, that the Stage lawyer particularly enjoys. The first is when the client comes unex- pectedly into a fortune ; the second, when he un- expectedly loses it. In the former case, upon learning the good news, the Stage lawyer at once leaves his busi- ness, and hurries off to the other end of the king- dom to bear the glad tidings. He arrives at the humble domicile of the beneficiary in question, sends up his card, and is ushered into the front parlor. He enters mysteriously, and sits left, client sits right. An ordinary, common lawyer 62 STAGE-LAND. would come to the point at once, state the matter in a plan btisiness-like way, and trust that he might have the pleasure of representing, etc., etc. ; but such simple methods are not those of the Stage lawyer. He looks at the client, and says: "You had a father." The client starts. How on earth did this calm, YOU HAD A FATHER! thin, keen-eyed old man in black know that he had a father? He shuffles and stammers, but the quiet, impenetrable lawyer fixes his cold, glassy eye on him, and he is helpless. Subterfuge, he feels, is useless, and amazed, bewildered, at the knowledge of his most private affairs, possessed by his strange visitant, he admits the fact : he had a father. THE LAWYER. 63 The lawyer smiles with a quiet smile of triumph, and scratches his chin. "You had a mother, too, if I am informed correctly," he continues. It is idle attempting to escape this man's super- natural acuteness, and the client owns up to hav- ing had a mother also. From this, the lawyer goes on to communicate to the client, as a great secret, the whole of his (the client's) history from his cradle upwards, and also the history of his nearer relatives, and in less than half-an-hour from the old man's entrance, or, say, forty minutes, at the outside, the client almost knows what the business is about. On the other occasion, when the client has lost his fortune, the Stage lawyer is even still happier. He comes down himself to tell the misfortune (he would not miss the job for worlds), and he takes care to choose the most unpropitious moment possible for breaking the news. On the eldest daughter's birthday, when there "s a big party on, is his favorite time. He comes in about mid- night, and tells them just as they are going down to supper. He has no idea of business hours, has the Stage lawyer to make the thing as unpleasant as possi- ble seems to be his only anxiety. 64 STAGE-LAND. If he cannot work it for a birthday, then he waits till there's a wedding on, and gets up early in the morning on purpose to run down and spoil the show. To enter among a crowd of happy, joyous fellow-creatures, and leave them utterly crushed and miserable, is the Stage lawyer's hobby. The Stage lawyer is a very talkative gentleman. He regards the telling of his client's most private affairs to every stranger that he meets, as part of his professional duties. A good gossip, with a few chance acquaintances, about the family secrets of his employers, is food and drink for the Stage lawyer. They all go about telling their own and their friends' secrets, to perfect strangers, on the stage. Whenever two people have five minutes to spare, on the stage, they tell each other the story of their lives. "Sit down, and I will tell you the story of my life," is the stage equivalent for the "Come and have a drink," of the outside world. The good Stage lawyer has generally nursed the heroine on his knee, when a baby (when she was a baby, we mean) when she was only so high. It seems to have been a part of his professional duties. The good Stage lawyer also kisses all the pretty girls in the play, and is expected to THE LAWYER. 65 chuck the housemaid under the chin. It is good to' be a good Stage lawyer. The good Stage lawyer also wipes away a tear when sad things happen ; and he turns away to do this, and blows his nose, and says he thinks he IS EXPECTED TO CHUCK THB HOUSEMAID OCDER THE CHIN. has a fly in his eye. This touching trait in his character is always held in great esteem by the audience, and is much applauded. The good Stage lawyer is never, by any chance, a married man. (Few good men are, so we gather 66 STAGE-LAND. from our married lady friends.) He loved, in early life, the heroine's mother. That "sainted woman" (tear and nose business) died, and is now among the angels the gentleman who did marry her, by-the-bye, is not quite so sure about this latter point, but the lawyer is fixed on the idea. THEY MAKE THE DULL OLD PLACE QUITE LIVELY FOR HIM. In stage literature of a frivolous nature, the lawyer is a very different individual. In comedy, he is young, he possesses chambers, and he is married, (there is no doubt about this latter fact); and his wife and his mother-in-law spend most of THE LAWYER. 67 the day in his office, and make the dull old place quite lively for him. He only has one client. She is a nice lady, and affable, but her antecedents are doubtful, and she seems to be no better than she ought to be possibly worse. But anyhow, she is the sole busi- ness that the poor fellow has is, in fact, his only source of income, and might, one would think, under such circumstances, be accorded a welcome by his family. But his wife and his mother-in- law, on the contrary, take a violent dislike to her; and the lawyer has to put her in the coal scuttle, or lock her up in the safe, whenever he hears either of these female relatives of his coming up the stairs. We should not care to be the client of a farci- cal comedy Stage lawyer. Legal transactions are trying to the nerves under the most favorable circumstances ; conducted by a farcical Stage law- yer, the business would be too exciting for us. Hbventuress. SITS on a table and smokes a cigarette. A cigarette on the stage is always the badge of infamy. In real life the cigarette is usually the hall-mark of the particularly mild and harm- less individual. It is the dissipation of the Y.M.C.A. ; the innocent joy of the pure-hearted boy, long ere the demoraliz- ing influence of our vaunted civilization has dragged him down into the depths of the short clay. But behind the cigarette, on the stage, lurks ever black-hearted villainy and abandoned woman- hood. The adventuress is generally of foreign extrac- tion. They do not make bad women in England, the article is entirely of continental manufacture, and has to be imported. 71 72 STAGE-LAND. She speaks English with a charming little French accent, and she makes up for this by speaking French with a good sound English one. She seems a smart business woman, and she would probably get on very well if it were not for her friends and relations. Friends and relations are a trying class of people, even in real life, as we all know, but the friends and relations of the Stage adventuress are a particularly irritating lot. They never leave her, never does she get a day or an hour off from them. Wherever she goes, there the whole tribe goes with her. They all go with her in a body when she calls on her young man, and it is as much as she can do to persuade them to go into the next room, even for five minutes, and give her a chance. When she is married they come and live with her. They know her dreadful secret, and it keeps them in comfort for years. Knowing somebody's secret seems, on the stage, to be one of the most profitable and least exhausting professions going. She is fond of married life, is the adventuress, and she goes in for it pretty extensively. She has husbands all over the globe, most of them in prison, but they escape and turn up in the last act, and spoil all the poor girl's plans, That is so THE ADVENTURESS. 73 like husbands no consideration, no thought for their poor wives. They are not a prepossessing lot either, those early husbands of hers. What she could have seen in them to induce her to marry them is indeed a mystery. The adventuress dresses magnificently. Where THOSE EARLY HUSBANDS OF HERS. she gets the money from we never could under- stand, for she and her companions are always more or less complaining of being "stone broke." Dressmakers must be a trusting people where she comes from. 74 STAGE-LAND. The adventuress is like the proverbial cat as re- gards the number of lives she is possessed of. You never know when she is really dead. Most people like to die once and have done with it, but the adventuress, after once or twice trying to, seems to get quite to like it, and goes on giving way to it, and then it grows upon her until she can't help herself, and it becomes a sort of craving with her. This habit of hers is, however, a very trying one for her friends and husbands, it makes things so uncertain. Something ought to be done to break her of it. Her husbands, on hearing that she is dead, go into raptures, and rush off and marry other people, and then, just as they are starting off on their new honeymoon, up she crops again, as fresh as paint. It is really most annoying. For ourselves, were we the husband of a Stage adventuress, we should never, after what we have seen of the species, feel quite justified in believing her to be dead, unless we had killed and buried her ourselves ; and even then we should be more easy in our minds if we could arrange to sit on her grave for a week or so afterwards. These women are so artful ! But it is not only the adventuress who will per- sist in coming to life again, every time she is THE ADVENTURESS. 75 slaughtered. They all do it on the stage. They are all so unreliable in this respect. It must be most disheartening to the murderers. And then again, it is something extraordinary, when you come to think of it, what a tremendous amount of killing some of them can stand, and still come up smiling in the next act, not a penny the worse for it. They get stabbed, and shot, and thrown over precipices thousands of feet high, and, bless you, it does them good it is like a tonic to them. As for the young man that is coming home to see his girl, you simply cant kill him. Achilles was a summer rose compared with him. Nature and mankind have not sufficient materials in hand, as yet, to kill that man. Science has but the strength of a puling babe against his invulnera- bility. You can waste your time on earthquakes and shipwrecks, volcanic eruptions, floods, explo- sions, railway accidents, and such like sort of things, if you are foolish enough to do so; but it is no good your imagining that anything of the kind can hurt him, because it can't. There will be thousands of people killed, thou- sands in each instance, but one human being will always escape, and that one human being will be 7 6 STAGE-LAND. the Stage young man who is coming home to see his girl. He is for ever being reported as dead, but it always turns out to be another fellow who was like him, or who had on his (the young man's) hat. He is bound to be out of it, whoever else may be in. "If I had been at my post that day," he explains to his sobbing mother, "I should have been blown up, but the Providence that watches over good men had ordained that I should be lying blind- drunk in Blogg's saloon at the time the explosion took place, and so the other engineer, who had been doing my work when it was his turn to be off, was killed along with the whole of the crew." "Ah, thank Heaven, thank Heaven for that !" ejaculates the pious old lady, and the comic man is so overcome with devout joy that he has to relieve his overstrained heart by drawing his young woman on one side, and grossly insulting her. All attempts to kill this young man ought really to be given up now. The job has been tried over and over again by villains and bad people of all kinds, but no one has ever succeeded. There has been an amount of energy and ingenuity ex- pended in seeking to lay up that one man which, THE ADVENTURESS. 77 properly utilized, might have finished off ten mil- lion ordinary mortals. It is sad to think of so much wasted effort. He, the young man, coming home to see his girl, need never take an insurance ticket, or even buy a Tit Bits. It would be needless expenditure in his case. On the other hand, and to make matters equal, as it were, there are some Stage people so delicate that it is next door to impossible to keep them alive. The inconvenient husband is a most pathetic example of this. Medical science is powerless to save that man when the last act comes round ; indeed, we doubt whether medical science, in its present state of development, could even tell what is the matter with him or why he dies at all. He looks healthy and robust enough, and nobody touches him, yet down he drops without a word of warning, stone-dead, in the middle of the floor he always dies in the middle of the floor. Some folks like to die in bed, but Stage people don't. They like to die on the floor. We all have our different tastes. The adventuress herself is another person who dies with remarkable ease. We suppose, in her STAGE-LAND. case, it is being so used to it that makes her so quick and clever at it. There is no lingering ill- ness and doctor's bills, and upsetting of the whole household arrangements, about her method. One walk round the stage and the thing is done. All bad characters die quickly on the stage. Good characters take a long time over it, and have a sofa down in the drawing-room to do it on, and have sobbing relatives and good old doctors fool- THE ADVENTURESS. 79 ing around them, and can smile and forgive every- body. Bad Stage characters have to do the whole job, dying, speech and all, in about ten seconds, \ and do it with all their clothes on into the bar- gain, which must make it most uncomfortable. It is repentance that kills off the bad people in plays. They always repent, and the moment they repent they die. Repentance, on the stage, seems to be one of the most dangerous things a man can be taken with. Our advice to Stage wicked people would undoubtedly be, "Never repent. If you value your life, don't repent. It always means sudden death!" To return to our adventuress, she is by no means a bad woman. There is much good in her. This is more than proved by the fact that she learns to love the hero before she dies ; for no one o STAGE-LAND. but a really good woman, capable of extraordinary patience and gentleness, could ever, we are con- vinced, grow to feel any other sentiment for that irritating ass than a desire to throw bricks at him. The Stage adventuress would be a much better woman, too, if it were not for the heroine. The adventuress makes the most complete arrange- ments for being noble and self-sacrificing, that is for going away and never coming back, and is just about to carry them out, when the heroine, who has a perfect genius for being in the wrong place at the right time, comes in and spoils it all. No Stage adventuress can be good while the heroine is about. The sight of the heroine rouses every bad feeling in her breast. We can sympathize with her in this respect. The heroine often affects ourselves in precisely the same way. There is a good deal to be said in favor of the adventuress. True, she possesses rather too much sarcasm and repartee to make things quite agreea- ble round the domestic hearth, and, when she has got all her clothes on, there is not much room left in the place for anybody else ; but, taken on the whole, she is decidedly attractive. She has grit THE ADVENTURESS. 8l and go in her. She is alive. She can do some- thing to help herself besides calling for "George." She has not got a Stage child if she ever had one, she has left it on somebody else's doorstep, which, presuming there was no water handy to drown it in, seems to be about the most sensible SHE IS THE ONLY PERSON IN THE PIECE WHO CAN SIT ON THE COMIC MAN. thing she could have done with it. She is not oppressively good. She never wants to be "unhanded," or "let to pass." She is not always being shocked or insulted by people telling her that they love her; she does not seem to mind it if they do. She is 82 STAGE-LAND. not always fainting, and crying, and sobbing, and wailing, and moaning, like the good people in the play are. Oh, they do have an unhappy time of it the good people in plays ! Then she is the only per- son in the piece who can sit on the comic man. We sometimes think it would be a fortunate thing for him if they allowed her to marry and settle down quietly with the hero, She might make a man of him, in time. Oervanl Girl Servant (Birl k ARE two types of servant girl to be met with on the stage. This is an unusual allowance for one pro- fession. There is the lodging-house slavey. She has a good heart, and a smutty face, and is always dressed according to the latest fashion in scarecrows. Her leading occupation is the cleaning of boots. She cleans boots all over the house, at all hours of the day. She comes and sits down on the hero's breakfast table, and cleans them over the poor fellow's food. She comes into the drawing- room cleaning boots. She has her own method of cleaning them, too. She rubs off the mud, puts on the blacking, and polishes up all with the same brush. They take an enormous amount of polishing, she seems to do 85 86 STAGE-LAND. nothing else all day long but walk about shining one boot, and she breathes on it and rubs it till you wonder there is any leather left, yet it never seems to get any brighter, nor, indeed, can you expect it to, for when you look closely you see it is a patent leather boot that she has been throwing herself away upon all this time. Somebody has been having a lark with the poor girl. The lodging-house slavey brushes her hair with the boot brush, and blacks the end of her nose with it. We were acquainted with a lodging-house slavey once a real one, we mean. She was the hand- maiden at a house in Bloomsbury, where we once hung out. She was untidy in her dress, it is true, but she had not quite that castaway and gone-to-sleep-in-a-dustbin appearance that we, an earnest student of the drama, felt she ought to present, and we questioned her one day on the subject. "How is it, Sophronia," we said, "that you dis- tantly resemble a human being instead of giving one the idea of an animated rag-shop? Don't you ever polish your nose with the blacking brush, or rub coal into your head, or wash your face in THE SERVANT GIRL. 87 treacle, or put skewers into your hair, or anything of that sort, like they do on the stage?" She said, "Lord love you, what should I want to go and be a bally idiot like that for?" And we have not liked to put the question else- where since then. The other type of servant girl on the stage the villa servant girl is a very different person- age. She is a fetching little thing, and dresses bewitchingly, and is always clean. Her duties are to dust the legs of the chairs in the drawing-room. That is the only work she ever has to do, but it must be confessed she does that thoroughly. She never comes into the room without dusting the legs of these chairs, and she dusts them again before she goes out. If anything ought to be free from dust in a stage house, it should be the legs of the drawing- room chairs. She is going to marry the man-servant, is the Stage servant girl, as soon as they have saved up sufficient out of their wages to buy an hotel. They think they will like to keep an hotel. They don't understand a bit about the business, which we believe is a complicated one, but this does not trouble them in the least. 88 STAGE-LAND. They quarrel a good deal over their love-mak- ing, do the Stage servant girl and her young man, and they always come into the drawing-room to do it. They have got the kitchen, and there is the garden (with a fountain and mountains in the background you can see it through the window), SHE IS GOING TO MARRY THE MANSERVANT. but no ! no place in or about the house is good enough for them to quarrel in except the drawing- room. They quarrel there so vigorously that it even interferes with the dusting of the chair legs. She ought not to be long in saving up sufficient THE SERVANT GIRL. 89 to marry on, for the generosity of people on the stage, to the servants there, makes one seriously consider the advisability of ignoring the unre- munerative professions of ordinary life, and start- ing a new and more promising career as a Stage servant. No one ever dreams of tipping the Stage ser- vant with less than a sovereign when they ask her if her mistress is at home, or give her a letter to post, and there is quite a rush at the end of the piece to stuff five-pound notes into her hand. The good old man gives her ten. The Stage servant is very impudent to her mis- tress, and the master he falls in love with her, and it does upset the house so. Sometimes the servant girl is good and faithful, and then she is Irish. All good servant girls on the Stage are Irish. All the male visitors are expected to kiss the Stage servant girl when they come into the house, and to dig her in the ribs, and to say, "Do you know, Jane, I think you're an uncommonly nice girl click." They always say this, and she likes it. Many years ago, when we were young, we thought we would see if things were the same off 9 o STAGE-LAND. the stage, and the next time we called at a certain friend's house, we tried this business on. She wasn't quite so dazzlingly beautiful as they are on the stage, but we passed that. She showed us up into the drawing-room, and then said she would go and tell her mistress we were there. We felt this was the time to begin. We skipped between her and the door. We held our hat in front of us, and cocked our head on one side, and said, "Don't go! don't go!" The girl seemed alarmed. We began to get a little nerv- ous ourselves, but we had be- gun it, and we meant to go through with it. We said, "Do you know, Jane," (her name wasn't Jane, but that wasn't our fault), "do you know, Jane, I think you're an uncommonly nice girl," and we said "click," and dug her in the ribs with our elbow, and then chucked her under the chin. The whole thing seemed to fall flat. There was nobody there to laugh or applaud. We THEN SHE IS IRISH. THE SERVANT GIRL. 9 1 wished we hadn't done it. It seemed stupid, when you came to think of it. We began to feel frightened. The business wasn't going as we expected ; but we screwed up our courage, and went on. We put on the customary expression of comic DO YOU KNOW, JANE, I THINK YOU KK AN UNCOMMONLY NICE GIRL " CLICK.'' imbecility, and beckoned the girl to us. We have never seen this fail on the stage. But this girl seemed made wrong. She got behind the sofa, and screamed "Help!" 92 STAGE-LAND, We have never known them to do this on the stage, and it threw us out in our plans. We did not know exactly what to do. We regretted that we had ever begun this job, and heartily wished ourselves out of it. But it appeared foolish to pause then, when we were more than half way through, and we made a rush to get it over. We chivied the girl round the sofa, and caught her near the door, and kissed her. She scratched our face, yelled police, murder, and fire, and fled from the room. Our friend came in almost immediately. He said: "I say, J., old man, are you drunk?" We told him no, that we were only a student of the drama. His wife then entered in a towering passion. She didn't ask us if we were drunk. She said : "How dare you come here in this state!" We endeavored, unsuccessfully, to induce her to believe that we were sober; and we explained that our course of conduct was what was always pursued on the stage. She said she didn't care what was done on the stage, it wasn't going to be pursued in her house; and that if her husband's friends couldn't behave as gentlemen they had better stop away. THE SERVANT GIRL. 93 A few more chatty remarks were exchanged, and then we took our leave. The following morning we received a letter from a firm of solicitors in Lincoln's Inn with reference, so they put it, to the brutal and unpro- voked assault committed by us on the previous afternoon upon the person of their client, Miss Matilda Hemmings. The letter stated that we had punched Miss Hemmings in the side, struck her under the chin, and, afterwards, seizing her as she was leaving the room, proceeded to commit a gross assault, into the particulars of which it was needless for them to enter at greater length. It added that if we were prepared to render an ample written apology, and to pay fifty pounds compensation, they would advise their client, Miss Matilda Hemmings, to allow the matter to drop, otherwise criminal proceedings would at once be commenced against us. We took the letter to our own solicitors, and explained the circumstances to them. They said it seemed to be a very sad case, but advised us to pay the fifty pounds, and we borrowed the money, and did so. Since then we have lost faith, somehow, in the British drama as a guide to the conduct of life. Cbe Cbilb. I TIS nice and quiet and it talks pretty. We have come across real infants, now and then, in the course of visits to married friends; they have been brought to us from outlying parts of the house, and introduced to us for our edification ; and we have found them gritty and sticky. Their boots have usually been muddy, and they have \\iped them up against our new trousers. And their hair has suggested the idea that they have been standing on their heads in the dust-bin. And they have talked to us but not pretty, not at all rather rude we should call it. But the Stage child is very different. It is clean and tidy. You can touch it anywhere and nothing comes off. Its face glows with soap and 97 98 STAGE-LAND. water. From the appearance of its hands it is evident that mud pies and tar are joys unknown to it. As for its hair, there is something uncanny about its smoothness and respectability. Even its boot laces are done up. We have never seen anything like the Stage child, outside a theater, excepting once that was on the pavement in front of a tailor's shop in Tottenham Court Road. He stood on a bit of round wood, and it was fifteen and nine, his style. We thought, in our ignorance, prior to this, that there could not be anything in the world like the Stage child, but, you see we were mistaken. The Stage child is affectionate to its parents, and its nurse; and is respectful in its demeanor towards those whom Providence has placed in authority over it ; and so far, it is certainly much to be preferred to the real article. It speaks of its male and female progenitors as "dear, dear papa," and "dear, dear mamma," and it refers to its nurse as "darling nursey." We are connected with a youthful child, ourselves a real one a nephew. He alludes to his father (when his father is not present) as "the old man"; and always calls the nurse "old nutcrackers." Why cannot they THE CHILD. 99 make real children who say "dear, dear mamma," and "dear, dear papa." The Stage child is much superior to the live infant, in every way. The Stage child does not go rampaging about a house and screeching and yelling, till nobody knows whether they are on their head or their heels. A Stage child does not get up at five o'clock in the morning to practice playing on a penny whis- tle. A Stage child never wants a bicycle, and drives you mad about it. A Stage child does not ask twenty complicated questions a minute about things that you don't understand, and then wind up by asking why you don't seem to know any- thing, and why wouldn't anybody teach you any- thing when you were a little boy. The Stage child does not wear out a hole in the seat of its knickerbockers, and have to have a patch let in. The Stage child comes down stairs on its feet. The Stage child never brings home six other children to play at horses in the front garden, and then wants to know if they can all come in to tea. The Stage child never has the whooping cough, and the measles, and every other disease that it 100 STAGE-LAND. can lay its hands on, and be laid up with them one after the other, and turn the house upside down. The Stage child's department in the scheme of life is to harrow up its mother's feelings by ill- timed and uncalled for questions about its father. It always wants to know, before a roomful of people, where "dear papa" is, and why he has left dear mamma ; when, as all the guests know, the poor man is doing his two years' hard, or waiting to be hanged. It makes everybody so uncomfortable. It is always harrowing up somebody the Stage child, it really ought not to be left about, as it is. When it has done upsetting its mother, it fishes out some broken-hearted maid, who has just been cruelly severed for ever from her lover, and asks her in a high falsetto voice, why she doesn't get married, and prattles to her about love, and domestic bliss, and young men, and any other subject it can think of, particularly calculated to lacerate the poor girl's heart, until her brain nearly gives way. After that, it runs amuck, up and down the whole play, and makes everybody sit up, all round. It asks eminently respectable old maids if they wouldn't like to have a baby ; and it wants THE CHILD. 101 to know why baldheaded old men have left off wearing hair, and why other old gentlemen have red noses, and if they were always that color. In some plays, it so happens that the less said about the origin and source of the Stage child, WANTS TO KNOW WHY BALD-HEADED OLD MEN HAVE LEFT OFF WEARING HAIR. the better; and, in such cases, nothing will appear so important to that contrary brat as to know, in the middle of an evening party, who its father was! Everybody loves the Stage child. They catch 102 STAGE-LAND. it up in their bosoms every other minute and weep over it. They take it in turns to do this. Nobody on the stage, we mean ever has enough of the Stage child. Nobody ever tells the Stage child to "shut up," or to "get out of this." Nobody ever clumps the Stage child over the head. When the real child goes to the theatre it must notice these things, and wish it were a Stage child. The Stage child is much admired by the audi- ence. Its pathos makes them weep ; its tragedy thrills them ; its declamation, as, for instance, when it takes the center of the stage, and says it will kill the wicked man, and the police, and every- body who hurts its mar, stirs them like a trumpet note; and its light comedy is generally held to be the most truly humorous thing in the whole range of dramatic art. But there are some people so strangely consti- tuted that they do not appreciate the Stage child ; they do not comprehend its uses; they do not understand its beauties. We should not be angry with them. We should the rather pity them. We ourselves had a friend once who suffered THE CHILD. 103 from this misfortune. He was a married man, and Providence had been very gracious, very good to him : he had been blessed with eleven children, and they were all growing up well and strong. The "baby" was eleven weeks old, and then came the twins, who were getting on for fifteen SAYS IT WILL KILL THE WICKED MAN. months, and were cutting their double teeth nicely. The youngest girl was three, and there were five boys aged seven, eight, nine, ten, and twelve, respectively good enough lads, but well there, boys will be boys, you know; we were just the 104 STAGE-LAND. same ourselves when we were young. The two eldest were both very pleasant girls, as their mother said, the only pity was that they would quarrel so with each other. We never knew a healthier set of boys and girls. They were so full of energy and dash. Our friend was very much out of sorts one even- ing when we called on him. It was holiday time, and wet weather. He had been at home all day, and so had all the children. He was telling his wife, when we entered the room, that if the holi- days were to last much longer and those twins did not hurry up and get their teeth quickly, he should have to go away and join the County Council. He could not stand the racket. His wife said she could not see what he had to complain of. She was sure better-hearted chil- dren no man could have. Our friend said he didn't care about their hearts. It was their legs, and arms, and lungs that were driving him crazy. He also said that he would go out with us and get away from it for a bit, or he should go mad. He proposed a theater, and we accordingly made our way towards the Strand. Our friend, in closing the door behind him, said he could not THE CHILD. 105 tell us what a relief it was to get away from those children. He said he loved children very much indeed, but that it was a mistake to have too much of anything, however much you liked it, and that he had come to the conclusion that twenty-two hours a day of them was enough for anyone. He said he did not want to see another child or hear another child until he got home. He wanted to forget that there were such things as children in the world. We got up to the Strand and dropped into the first theater we came to. The curtain was up, and on the stage was a small child standing in its nightshirt and screaming for i's mother. Our friend looked, said one word and bolted, and we followed. We went a little further, and dropped into another theater. There, there were two children on the stage. Some grown-up people were stand- ing round them listening, in respectful attitudes, while the children talked. They appeared to be lecturing about something. Again we fled, swearing, and made our way to a third theater. They were all children there. It was somebody or others Children's Company I 6 STA GE-LAND. performing an opera, or pantomime, or something of that sort. Our friend said he would not venture in an- other theater. He said he had heard there were places called music halls, and he begged us to take him to one of these, and not to tell his wife. We enquired of a policeman and found that there really were such places, and we took him into one. The first thing we saw were two little boys doing tricks on a horizontal bar. Our friend was about to repeat his customary programme of flying and cursing, but we re- strained him. We assured him that he really would see a grown-up person if he waited a bit, so he sat out the boys and also their little sister on a bicycle, and waited for the next item. It turned out to be an infant phenomenon who sang and danced in fourteen different costumes, and we once more fled. Our friend said he could not go home in the state he was then, he felt sure he should kill the twins, if he did. He pondered for a while, and then he thought he would go and hear some mu- sic. He said he thought a little music would soothe and ennoble him make him feel more THE CHILD. 107 like a Christian than he did at that precise moment. We were near St. James's Hall, so we went in there. The hall was densely crowded, and we had great difficulty in forcing our way to our seats. We reached them at length, and then turned our eyes towards the orchestra. "The marvelous boy pianist only ten years old !" was giving a recital. Then our friend rose and said he thought he would give it up and go home. We asked him if he would like to try any other place of amusement, but he said, "No." He said that, when you came to think of it, it seemed a waste of money for a man with eleven children of his own to go about to places of entertainment nowadays. Comic Xovers. THEY are funny! The comic lovers' mission in life is to serve as a sort of "relief" to the mis- ery caused the au- dience by the other characters in the play ; and all that is wanted now is something that will be a relief to the comic lovers. They have nothing to do with the play, but they come on immediately after anything very sad has happened, and make love. This is why we watch sad scenes on the stage with such patience. We are not eager for them to be got over. May be, they are very uninteresting scenes, as well as sad ones, and they make us yawn ; but we have no desire to see them hurried through. The longer they take, the better pleased we are : we in 112 STAGE-LAND. know that, when they are finished, the comic lovers will come on. They are always very rude to one another, the comic lovers. Everybody is more or less rude and insulting to everybody else, on the stage; they call it repartee, there ! We tried the effect of a little Stage "repartee," once, upon some people in real life, and we wished we hadn't, after- wards. It was too subtle for them. They sum- moned us before a magistrate for "using lan- guage calculated to cause a breach of the peace." We were fined two pounds, and costs ! They are more lenient to "wit and humor" on the stage, and know how to encourage the art of vituperation. But the comic lovers carry the practice almost to excess. They are more than rude, they are abusive. They insult each other from morning to night. What their married life will be like, we shudder to think. In the various slanging matches and bullyrag- ging competitions, which form their courtship, it is always the maiden that is most successful. Against her merry flow of invective, and her girl- ish wealth of offensive personalities, the insolence and abuse of her boyish adorer cannot stand for one moment. THE COMIC LOVERS. I 1 3 To give an idea of how the comic lovers woo, we, perhaps, cannot do better than subjoin the following brief example : Scene : Main thoroughfare in populous district of London. Time : Noon. Not a soul to be seen anywhere. Enter comic loveress R., walking in the middle of t lie road. Enter comic lover L., also walking in the mid- dle of the road. They neither see the other one, until they bump against each other in the center. He. Why, Jane ! Who'd a' thought o' meeting you here !" She. You evidently didn't stoopid ! He. Hulloa ! got out o' bed the wrong side again. I say, Jane, if you go on like that, you'll never get a man to marry you. She. So I thought, when I engaged myself to you. He. Oh ! come Jane, don't be hard. She. Well, one of us must be hard. You're soft enough. He. Yes, I shouldn't want to marry you, if I weren't. Ha! ha! ha! She. Oh you gibbering idiot (said archly). 114 STAGE-LAND. He. So glad I am. We shall make a capital match (attempts to kiss her ). She (slipping away). Yes, and you'll find I'm a match that can strike (fetches him a violent blow over the side of the head). THEY BUMP UP AGAINST EACH OTHER. He (holding his jaw in a literal sense, we mean). I can't help feeling smitten by her. She. Yes, I'm a bit of a spanker, aint I ? He. Spanker! / call you a regular stunner. You've nearly made me silly. THE COMIC LOVERS. 1 15 She (laughing playfully). No, nature did that for you, Joe, long ago. He. Ah, well, you've made me smart enough now. You boss-eyed old cow, you ! Site. Cow ! am I ? Ah, I suppose that's what makes me so fond of a calf! You German sau- sage on legs ! You He. Go along. Your mother brought you up on sour milk. She. Yah ! They weaned you on thistles, didn't they? And so on, with such like badinage do they hang about in the middle of that road, showering derision and contumely upon each other for full ten minutes, when, with one culminating burst of mutual abuse, they go off together fighting; and the street is left once more, deserted. It is very curious, by-the-bye, how deserted all public places become, whenever a stage character is about. It would seem as though ordinary citi- zens sought to avoid them. We have known a couple of Stage villains to have Waterloo Bridge, Lancaster Place, and a bit of the Strand entirely to themselves, for nearly a quarter of an hour on a summer's afternoon, while they plotted a most diabolical outrage. n6 STAGE-LAND. As for Trafalgar Square, the hero always choses that spot when he wants to get away from the busy crowd and commune, in solitude, with his own bitter thoughts; and the good old lawyer leaves his office, and goes there to discuss any very delicate business over which he particularly does not wish to be disturbed. And they all make speeches there to an extent THEY GO OFF TOGETHER FIGHTING. sufficient to have turned the hair of the late lamented Sir Charles Warren white with horror. But it is all right, because there is nobody near to hear them. As far as the eye can reach, not a living thing is to be seen. Northumberland Avenue, the Strand, and St. Martin's Lane are simply a THE COMIC LOVERS. 117 wilderness. The only sign of life about is a bus at the top of Whitehall, and it appears to be blocked. How it has managed to get blocked, we cannot say. It has the whole road to itself; and is, in fact, itself the only traffic for miles round. Yet there it sticks for hours. The police make no attempt to move it on, and the passengers seem quite contented. The Thames Embankment is an even still more lonesome and desolate part. Wounded (stage) spirits fly from the haunts of men, and, leaving the hard, cold world far, far behind them, go and die in peace on the Thames Embankment. And other wanderers, finding their skeletons after- wards, bury them there, and put up rude crosses over the graves to mark the spot. The comic lovers are often very young; and, when people on the stage are young, they are young. He is supposed to be about sixteen, and she is fifteen. But they both talk as if they were not more than seven. In real life, "boys" of sixteen know a thing or two, we have generally found. The average "boy" of sixteen, nowadays, usually smokes cavendish, and does a little on the Stock Ex- change, or makes a book: and, as for love! he n8 STAGE-LAND. has quite got over it by that age. On the stage, however, the new born babe is not in it for inno- cence with the boy lover of sixteen. So, too, with the maiden. Most girls of fif- teen, off the stage, so our experience goes, know THE COMIC LOVERS ARE OFTEN VERY YOUNG. as much as there is any actual necessity for them to know, Mr. Gilbert, notwithstanding; but when we see a young lady of fifteen on the stage, we Avonder where her cradle is. THE COMIC LOVERS. 119 The comic lovers do not have the facilities for love making that the hero and heroine do. The hero and heroine have big rooms to make love in, with a fire and plenty of easy chairs, so that they can sit about in picturesque attitudes, and do it comfortably. Or if they want to do it out of doors, they have a ruined abbey, with a big stone seat in the center, and moonlight. The comic lovers, on the other hand, have to do it, standing up all the time, in busy streets, or in cheerless-looking and curiously narrow rooms, in which there is no furniture whatever, and no fire. And there is always a tremendous row, going on in the house, when the comic lovers are mak- ing love. Somebody always seems to be putting up pictures in the next room, and putting them up boisterously, too ; so that the comic lovers have to shout at each other. peasants. ARE so clean. We have seen peasan- try off the stage, and it has present- ed an untidy oc- casionally a dis- reputable and un- washed appearance ; but the Stage peasant seems to spend all his wages on soap and hair oil. They are always round the corner or rather round the two corners and they come on in a couple of streams, and meet in the center; and, when they are in their proper position, they smile. There is nothing like the Stage peasant's smile in this world nothing so perfectly inane, so calmly imbecile. They are so happy. They don't look it, but we know they are, because they say so. If you don't believe them, they dance three steps to the 123 124 STAGE-LAND. right and three steps to the left back again. They can't help it. It is because they are so happy. When they are more than usually rollicking, they stand in a semi-circle, with their hands on each other's shoulders, and sway from side to side, trying to make themselves sick. But this is only when they are simply burst- ing with joy. Stage peasants never have any work to do. Sometimes we see them going to work, sometimes coming home from work, but nobody has ever seen them actually at work. They could not af- ford to work, it would spoil their clothes. They are very sympathetic, are Stage peasants. They never seem to have any affairs of their own to think about, but they make up for this by taking a three hundred horsepower interest in things in which they have no earthly concern. What particularly rouses them is the heroine's love affairs. They could listen to that all day. SO CAMLV IMBECILE. THE PEASANTS. 125 They yearn to hear what she said to him, and to be told what he replied to her, and they repeat it to each other. In our own love-sick days, we often used to go and relate to various people all the touching con- versations that took place between our lady-love and ourselves ; but our friends never seemed to get excited over it. On the contrary, a casual observer might even have been led to the idea that they were bored by our recital. And they had trains to catch, and men to meet, before we had got a quarter through the job. Ah, how often, in those days, have we yearned for the sympathy of a Stage peasantry, who would have crowded round us, eager not to miss one word of the thrilling narrative; who would have rejoiced with us with an encouraging laugh, and have condoled with us with a grieved "Oh," and who would have gone off, when we had had enough of them, singing about it. By the way, this is very beautiful trait in the character of the Stage peasantry, their prompt and unquestioning compliance with the slightest wish of any of the principals. "Leave me, friends," says the heroine, begin- ning to make preparations for weeping, and, before 126 STAGE-LAND. she can turn round, they are clean gone one lot to the right, evidently making for the back en- trance of the public house, and the other half to the left, where they visibly hide themselves behind the pump, and wait till somebody else wants them. The Stage peasantry do not talk much, their strong point being to listen. When they cannot get any more information about the state of the heroine's heart, they like to be told long and com- plicated stories about wrongs done years ago to people that they never heard of. They seem to be able to grasp and understand these stories with ease. This makes the audience envious of them. When the Stage peasantry do talk, however, they soon make up for lost time. They start off all together with a suddenness that nearly knocks you over. They all talk. Nobody listens. Watch any two of them. They are both talking as hard as they can go. They have been listening quite enough to other people: you can't expect them to listen to each other. But the conversation, under such conditions, must be very trying. And then they flirt so sweetly ! so idyllicly ! It has been our privilege to see real peasantry THE PEASANTS. 127 flirt, and it has always struck us as a singularly solid and substantial affair makes one think, somehow, of a steam roller flirting with a cow but on the stage it is so sylph-like. She has short skirts, and her stockings are so much tidier and SHE IS ARCH AND COY. better fitting than these things are in real peas- ant life ; and she is arch and coy. She turns away from him and laughs such a silvery laugh. And he is ruddy and curly haired, and has on 128 STAGE-LAND. such a beautiful waistcoat ! how can she help but love him? And he is so tender and devoted, and holds her by the waist; and she slips round and comes up the other side. Oh, it is so bewitching. The Stage peasantry like to do their love-mak- ing as much in public as possible. Some people fancy a place all to themselves for this sort of thing where nobody else is about. We ourselves do. But the Stage peasant is more sociably in- clined. Give him the village green, just outside the public house, or the square, on market day, to do his spooning in. They are very faithful, are Stage peasants. No jilting, no fickleness, no breach of promise. If the gentleman in pink walks out with the lady in blue in the first act, pink and blue will be married in the end. He sticks to her all through, and she sticks to him. Girls in yellow may come and go ; girls in green may laugh and dance; the gentleman in pink heeds them not. Blue is his color, and he never leaves it. He stands beside it, he sits beside it. He drinks with her, he smiles with her, he laughs with her, he dances with her, he comes on with her, he goes off with her. When the time comes for talking, he talks to THE PEASANTS. 129 her and only her; and she talks to him and only him. Thus there is no jealousy, no quarreling. But we should prefer an occasional change our- selves. There are no married people in Stage villages, and no children (consequently, of course happy village, oh, to discover it, and spend a month there!) There are just the same number of men as there are women in all Stage villages, and they are all about the same age and each young man loves some young woman. But they never marry. They talk a lot about it, but they never do it. The artful beggars ! They see too much what it's like among the principals. The Stage peasant is fond of drinking, and, when he drinks, he likes to let you know he is drinking. None of your quiet half-pint inside, the bar for him. He likes to come out in the street and sing about it, and do tricks with it, such as turning it topsy-turvey over his head. But, notwithstanding all this, he is moderate, mind you. You can't say he takes too much. One small jug of ale among forty is his usual allowance. He has a keen sense of humor, and is easily amused. There is something almost pathetic 130 STAGE-LAND. about the way he goes into convulsions of laugh- ter over such very small jokes. How a man like that would enjoy a real joke! One day he will, perhaps, hear a real joke. Who knows? HE LIKES TO COME OUT INTO THE STREET AND SING ABOUT IT. It will, however, probably kill him. One grows to love the Stage peasant after awhile. He is so good, so childlike, so un- worldly. He realizes ones ideal of Christianity. (Boob K> HAS lost his wife. But he knows where she is among the angels ! She isn't all gone, be- cause the heroine has her hair. "Ah, you've got your mother's hair," says the good old man, feeling the girl's head all over, as she kneels beside him. Then they all wipe away a tear. The people on the stage think very highly of the good old man, but they don't encourage him much, after the first act. He generally dies in the first act. If he does not seem likely to die, they murder him. He is a most unfortunate old gentleman. Any- thing he is mixed up in seems bound to go wrong. If he is manager or director of a bank, smash it 133 134 STAGE-LAND. goes before even one act is over. His particular firm is always on the verge of bankruptcy. We have only to be told that he has put all his sav- ings into a company no matter how sound and promising an affair it may always have been, and IF HE DOES NOT SEEM LIKELY TO DIE, THEY MURDER HIM. may still seem to know that that company is a "gone-er." No power on earth can save it, after once the good old man has become a shareholder. If we lived in Stage-land, and were asked to join any financial scheme, our first question would be; THE GOOD OLD MAN. 135 "Is the good old man in it?" If so, that would decide us. When the good old man is a trustee for anyone, he can battle against adversity much longer. He is a plucky old fellow, and, while that trust money lasts, he keeps a brave heart, and fights on boldly. It is not until he has spent the last penny of it, that he gives way. It then flashes across the old man's mind that his motives for having lived in luxury upon that trust money, for years, may possibly be misunder- stood. The world the hollow, heartless world will call it a swindle, and regard him generally as a precious old fraud. This idea quite troubles the good old man. But the world really ought not to blame him. No one, we are sure, could be more ready and willing to make amends (when found out) ; and, to put matters right, he will cheerfully sacrifice his daughter's happiness, and marry her to the villain. The villain, by the way, has never a penny to bless himself with, and cannot even pay his own debts, let alone helping anybody else out of a scrape. But the good old man does not think of this, I3 6 STAGE-LAND. Our own personal theory, based upon a careful comparison of similarities, is that the good old man is in reality the Stage hero, grown old. There is something about the good old man's chuckle-headed simplicity, about his helpless imbecility, and his irritating damtom foolishness, that is strangely suggestive of the hero. He is just the sort of old man that we should imagine the hero would develop into. We may, of course, be wrong ; but that is our idea. Irish -man . Cbe flriebmait SAYS : "Shure," and "Bedad," and, in moments of exult- ation, "Beghorra." That is all the Irish he knows. He is very poor, but scrupulously honest. His great ambition is to pay his rent, and he is de- >;_, voted to his landlord. He is always cheerful, and always good. We never knew a bad Irishman, on the stage. Some- times a Stage Irishman seems to be a bad man such as the "agent," or the "informer" but, in these cases, it invariably turns out, in the end, that this man was all along a Scotchman, and thus what had been a mystery becomes clear and explicable. 139 140 STAGE-LAND. The Stage Irishman is always doing the most wonderful things imaginable. We do not see him do these wonderful things. He does them when nobody is by, and tells us all about them after- wards : that is how we know of them. We remember, on one occasion, when we were young and somewhat inexperienced, planking our money down, and going into a theater solely and purposely to see the Stage Irishman do the things he was depicted as doing on the posters outside. They were really marvelous, the things he did on that poster. In the right hand upper corner, he appeared, running across country on all fours, with a red herring sticking out from his coat tails, while, far behind, came hounds and horsemen, hunting him. But their chance of ever catching him was clearly hopeless. To the left, he was represented as running away over one of the wildest and most rugged bits of landscape we have ever seen, with a very big man on his back. Six policemen stood scattered about a mile behind him. They had evidently been run- ning after him, but had, at last, given up the pur- suit as useless. In the center of the poster, he was having a THE IRISHMAN. 141 friendly fight with seventeen other ladies and gentlemen. Judging from the costumes, the affair appeared to be a wedding. A few of the guests have already been killed, and lay dead about the floor. The survivors, however, were enjoying themselves immensely, and of all that gay group, he was the gayest. At the moment chosen by the artist, he had just succeeded in cracking the bridegroom's skull. "We must see this," said we to ourselves. "This is good." And we had a bob's worth. But he did not do any of the things that we have mentioned, after all at least, we mean, we did not see him do any of them. It seems he did them "off," and then came on and told his mother all about it afterwards. He told it very well, but, somehow or other, we were disappointed. We had so reckoned on that fight. (By-the-bye, we have noticed, even among the characters of real life, a tendency to perform most of their wonderful feats "off.") It has been our privilege, since then, to gaze upon many posters, on which have been deline- ated strange and moving stage events. We have seen the hero, holding the villain up 142 STAGE-LAND. high above his head, and throwing him about that carelessly that we have felt afraid he would break something with him. We have seen a heroine, leaping from the roof of a house on one side of the street, and being caught by the comic man, standing on the roof of a house the other side of the street, and thinking nothing of it. We have seen railway trains rushing into each other at the rate of sixty miles an hour. We have seen houses blown up by dynamite two hundred feet into the air. We have seen the defeat of the Spanish Armada, the destruction of Pompeii, and the return of the British Army from Egypt in one "set" each. Such incidents as earthquakes, wrecks in mid- ocean, revolutions and battles, we take no note of; they being commonplace and ordinary. But we do not go inside to see these things now. We have two looks at the poster, instead ; it is more satisfying. The Irishman, to return to our friend, is very fond of whisky the Stage Irishman we mean. Whisky is for ever in his thoughts and often in other places belonging to him besides. It is cur- rently reported that it was the child of a Stage E; /\ T b" R /\ /^\ A J UST ICE THROWING HIM ABOUT THAT CARELESSLY. 143 144 STAGE-LAND. Irishman who, after listening to an eloquent ser- mon on the text : "Wist ye not I must be about my Father's business!" reported at home that the preacher had been telling them about a man who always called for "Whisky hot !" whenever he went about any business for his father. The fashion in dress among Stage Irishmen is rather picturesque than neat. Tailors must have a hard time of it in Stage Ireland. The Stage Irishman has also an original taste in hats. He always wears a hat without a crown ; whether to keep his head cool, or with any politi- cal significance, we cannot say. Ti,, Detective. Hbe Detective. HE is a 'cute one he is. Possibly in real life he would not be deemed anything extraordinary ; but by contrast with the average of Stage men and women any one who is not a born fool naturally appears some- what Machiavelian. He is the only man, in the play, who does not swallow all the villain tells him and believe it, and come up with his mouth open for more. He is the only man who can see through the disguise of an overcoat and a new hat. There is something very wonderful about the disguising power of cloaks and hats upon the stage. This comes from the habit people on the stage have of recognizing their friends, not by their faces and voices, but by their cloaks and hats. A married man, on the stage, knows his wife be- 147 148 STAGE-LAND. cause he knows she wears a blue ulster and a red bonnet. The moment she leaves off that blue ulster and red bonnet, he is lost, and does not know where she is. She puts on a yellow cloak and a green hat, and, HE IS THE ONLY MAN IN THE PLAY WHO CAN SEE THROUGH THE DISGUISE OF AN OVERCOAT AND A NEW HAT. coming in at another door, says she is a lady from the country, and does he want a housekeeper? Having lost his beloved wife, and, feeling that there is no one now to keep the children quiet, he engages her. She puzzles him a good, deal this THE DETECTIVE. 149 new housekeeper. There is something about her that strangely reminds him of his darling Nell, may be, her boots and dress, which she has not had time to change. Sadly the slow acts pass away until one day, as it is getting near closing time, she puts on the blue ulster and the red bonnet again, and comes in at the old, original door. Then he recognizes her, and asks her where she has been all these cruel years ! Even the bad people, who, as a rule, do possess a little sense indeed, they are the only persons, in the play, who ever pretend to any are de- ceived by singularly thin disguises. The detective comes in to their secret councils, with his hat drawn down over his eyes, and, fol- lowed by the hero, speaking in a squeaky voice ; and the villains mistake them for members of the band, and tell them all their plans. If the villains can't get themselves found out that way, then they go into a public tea-garden, and recount their crimes to one another in a loud tone of voice. They evidently think that it is only fair to give the detective a chance. The detective must not be confounded with the '50 STAGE-LAND, policeman. The Stage policeman is always on the side of the villain ; the detective backs virtue. The Stage detective is, in fact, the earthly agent of a discerning and benevolent Providence. He stands by, and allows vice to be triumphant and the good people to be persecuted, for a while, without interference. Then when he considers RECOUNT THEIR CRIMES TO ONE ANOTHER IN A LOUD TONE OF VOICE. that we have all had about enough of it (to which conclusion, by-the-bye, he arrives somewhat late), he comes forward, handcuffs the bad people, sorts out and gives back to the good people all their various estates and wives, promises the chief vil- lain twenty years penal servitude, and all is joy. >Stage oailor- Sailor, DOES suffer so with his trous- ers. He has to stop and pull them up about every minute. One of these days, if he is not careful, there will be an accident happen to those trousers. If the Stage sailor will follow our advice, he will be warned in time, and will get a pair of braces. Sailors, in real life, do not have nearly so much trouble with their trousers as sailors on the stage do. Why is this ? We have seen a good deal of sail- ors in real life, but, on only one occasion, that we can remember, did we ever see a real sailor pull his trousers up. And then he did not do it a bit like they do on the stage. 154 STAGE-LAND. The Stage sailor places his right hand behind him and his left in front, leaps up into the air, kicks out his legs behind in a gay and bird-like way, and the thing is done. The real sailor that we saw, began by saying a bad word. Then he leaned up against a brick wall and undid his belt, pulled up his " bags," as he stood there, (he never attempted to leap up into the air,) tucked in his jersey, shook his legs, and walked on. It was a most unpicturesque performance to watch. The thing that the Stage sailor most craves in this life is that somebody should shiver his tim- bers. " Shiver my timbers ! " is the request he makes to every one he meets. But nobody ever does it. His chief desire with regard to the other people in the play is that they should " belay there, avast ! " We do not know how this is done ; but the Stage sailor is a good and kindly man, and we feel convinced he would not recommend the exercise if it were not conducive to piety and health. The Stage sailor is good to his mother, and dances the hornpipe beautifully. We have never THE SAILOR. '55 found a real sailor who could dance a hornpipe, though we have made extensive inquiries through- out the profession. We were introduced to a ship's steward, who offered to do us a cellar-flap DANCES THE HORNPIPE BEAUTIFULLY. for a pot of four-half ; but that was not what we wanted. The Stage sailor is gay and rollicking; the real sailors, we have met, have been, some of them, 15 6 STAGE-LAND. the most worthy and single-minded of men, but they have appeared sedate rather than gay, and they hav'n't rollicked much. The Stage sailor seems to have an easy time of it, when at sea. The hardest work we have ever seen him do then has been folding up a rope or dusting the sides of the ship. But it is only in his very busy moments that he has to work to this extent ; most of his time is occupied in chatting with the captain. By the way, speaking of the sea, few things are more remarkable in their behavior than a Stage sea. It must be difficult to navigate in a Stage sea, the currents are so confusing. As for the waves, there is no knowing how to steer for them ; they are so tricky. At one mo- ment they are all on the larboard, the sea on the other side of the vessel being perfectly calm, and, the next instant, they have crossed over, and are all on the starboard, and, before the captain can think how to meet this new dodge, the whole ocean has slid round and got itself up into a heap at the back of him. Seamanship is useless against such very unpro- fessional conduct as this, and the vessel is wrecked. A wreck at (Stage) sea is a truly awful sight. THE SAILOR. 157 The thunder and lightning never leave off for an instant; the crew run round and round the mast and scream ; the heroine, carrying the Stage child in her arms, and with her back hair down, rushes about and gets in everybody's way. The comic man alone is calm ! The next instant, the bulwarks fall down flat on the deck, and the mast goes straight up into the sky and disappears ; then, the water reaches the powder magazine, and there is a terrific ex- plosion. This is followed by a sound as of linen sheets being ripped up, and the passengers and crew hurry downstairs into the cabin, evidently with the idea of getting out of the way of the sea, which has climbed up, and is now level with the deck. The next moment, the vessel separates in the middle, and goes off R. and L., so as to make room for a small boat containing the heroine, the the child, the comic man, and one sailor. The way small boats are managed at (Stage) sea is even more wonderful than the way in which ships are sailed. To begin with, everybody sits sideways along the middle of the boat, all facing the starboard. 158 STAGE-LAND. They do not attempt to row. One man does all the work with one scull. This scull he puts down through the water till it touches the bed of the ocean, and then he shoves. " Deep sea punting " would be the technical term for the method, we presume. In this way do they toil or rather, to speak correctly, does the one man toil through the awful night, until with joy they see before them the lighthouse rocks. The lighthouse keeper comes out with a lan- tern, the boat is run in among the breakers, and all are saved ! And then the band plays. DEEP SEA PUNTING. University of California SOUTHERN REGIONAL LIBRARY FACILITY 405 Hilgard Avenue, Los Angeles, CA 90024-1388 Return this material to the library from which it was borrowed. A 000672817 4