StageLand ..........................................................................................................................................................1

Jerome K. Jerome .....................................................................................................................................1

His name is George, generally speaking. "Call me George!" he says to the heroine. She calls him George (in a

The stage hero never has any work to do. He is always hanging about and getting into trouble. His chief aim

in life is to be accused of crimes he has never committed, and if he can muddle things up with a corpse in

some complicated way so as to get himself reasonably mistaken for the murderer, he feels his day has not

He has a wonderful gift of speech and a flow of language calculated to strike terror to the bravest heart. It is a

The stage hero is always entitled to "estates," chiefly remarkable for their high state of cultivation and for the

eccentric ground plan of the "manor house" upon them. The house is never more than one story high, but it

The chief drawback in connection with it, to our eyes, is that all the inhabitants of the neighboring village

appear to live in the front garden, but the hero evidently thinks it rather nice of them, as it enables him to

These "estates" are a great anxiety to the stage hero. He is not what you would call a business man, as far as

we can judge, and his attempts to manage his own property invariably land him in ruin and distraction. His

"estates," however, always get taken away from him by the villain before the first act is over, and this saves

him all further trouble with regard to them until the end of the play, when he gets saddled with them once

Not but what it must be confessed that there is much excuse for the poor fellow's general bewilderment

concerning his affairs and for his legal errors and confusions generally. Stage "law" may not be quite the

most fearful and wonderful mystery in the whole universe, but it's near itvery near it. We were under the

impression at one time that we ourselves knew somethingjust a littleabout statutory and common law,

but after paying attention to the legal points of one or two plays we found that we were mere children at it.

We thought we would not be beaten, and we determined to get to the bottom of stage law and to understand

it; but after some six months' effort our brain (a singularly fine one) began to soften, and we abandoned the

study, believing it would come cheaper in the end to offer a suitable reward, of about 50,000 pounds or

One gentleman did come to our assistance a little while ago, but his explanations only made the matter more

confusing to our minds than it was before. He was surprised at what he called our density, and said the thing

was all clear and simple to him. But we discovered afterward that he was an escaped lunatic.

That if a man dies without leaving a will, then all his property goes to the nearest villain.

But if a man dies and leaves a will, then all his property goes to whoever can get possession of that will.

That the accidental loss of the threeandsixpenny copy of a marriage certificate annuls the marriage.

That the evidence of one prejudiced witness of shady antecedents is quite sufficient to convict the most

stainless and irreproachable gentleman of crimes for the committal of which he could have had no possible

But that this evidence may be rebutted years afterward, and the conviction quashed without further trial by

That if A forges B's name to a check, then the law of the land is that B shall be sentenced to ten years' penal

That all trials of criminal cases take place in the front parlor of the victim's house, the villain acting as

counsel, judge, and jury rolled into one, and a couple of policemen being told off to follow his instructions.

These are a few of the more salient features of stage "law" so far as we have been able to grasp it up to the

present; but as fresh acts and clauses and modifications appear to be introduced for each new play, we have

To return to our hero, the state of the law, as above sketched, naturally confuses him, and the villain, who is

the only human being who does seem to understand stage legal questions, is easily able to fleece and ruin

him. The simpleminded hero signs mortgages, bills of sale, deeds of gift, and such like things, under the

impression that he is playing some sort of a round game; and then when he cannot pay the interest they take

He can make long speeches, he can tell you all his troubles, he can stand in the limelight and strike attitudes,

he can knock the villain down, and he can defy the police, but these requirements are not much in demand in

the labor market, and as they are all he can do or cares to do, he finds earning his living a much more difficult

There is a deal too much hard work about it for him. He soon gives up trying it at all, and prefers to eke out

an uncertain existence by sponging upon goodnatured old Irish women and generous but weakminded

young artisans who have left their native village to follow him and enjoy the advantage of his company and

And so he drags out his life during the middle of the piece, raving at fortune, raging at humanity, and whining

Then he gets back those "estates" of his into his possession once again, and can go back to the village and

Moral speeches are undoubtedly his leading article, and of these, it must be owned, he has an inexhaustible

stock. He is as chockfull of noble sentiments as a bladder is of wind. They are weak and watery sentiments

of the sixpenny teameeting order. We have a dim notion that we have heard them before. The sound of them

always conjures up to our mind the vision of a dull long room, full of oppressive silence, broken only by the

scratching of steel pens and an occasional whispered "Give us a suck, Bill. You know I always liked you;" or

The stage hero, however, evidently regards these meanderings as gems of brilliant thought, fresh from the

The gallery greets them with enthusiastic approval. They are a warmhearted people, galleryites, and they

And then, too, the sentiments are so good and a British gallery is so moral. We doubt if there could be

discovered on this earth any body of human beings half so moralso fond of goodness, even when it is slow

The early Christian martyrs were sinful and worldly compared with an Adelphi gallery.

The stage hero is a very powerful man. You wouldn't think it to look at him, but you wait till the heroine cries

"Help! Oh, George, save me!" or the police attempt to run him in. Then two villains, three extra hired ruffians

If he knocks down less than three men with one blow, he fears that he must be ill, and wonders "Why this

The hero has his own way of making love. He always does it from behind. The girl turns away from him

when he begins (she being, as we have said, shy and timid), and he takes hold of her hands and breathes his

The stage hero always wears patentleather boots, and they are always spotlessly clean. Sometimes he is rich

and lives in a room with seven doors to it, and at other times he is starving in a garret; but in either event he

He might raise at least threeandsixpence on those boots, and when the baby is crying for food, it occurs to

us that it would be better if, instead of praying to Heaven, he took off those boots and pawned them; but this

He crosses the African desert in patentleather boots, does the stage hero. He takes a supply with him when

he is wrecked on an uninhabited island. He arrives from long and trying journeys; his clothes are ragged and

torn, but his boots are new and shiny. He puts on patentleather boots to tramp through the Australian bush,

Sometimes he is a golddigger, sometimes a dock laborer, sometimes a soldier, sometimes a sailor, but

He goes boating in patent leather boots, he plays cricket in them; he goes fishing and shooting in them. He

The stage hero never talks in a simple, straightforward way, like a mere ordinary mortal.

She looks up and owns that she does see yonder star; and then off he starts and drivels on about that star for

full five minutes, and says he will cease to write to her when that pale star has fallen from its place amid the

The result of a long course of acquaintanceship with stage heroes has been, so far as we are concerned, to

create a yearning for a new kind of stage hero. What we would like for a change would be a man who

wouldn't cackle and brag quite so much, but who was capable of taking care of himself for a day without

He wears a clean collar and smokes a cigarette; that is how we know he is a villain. In real life it is often

difficult to tell a villain from an honest man, and this gives rise to mistakes; but on the stage, as we have said

villains wear clean collars and smoke cigarettes, and thus all fear of blunder is avoided.

It is well that the rule does not hold off the stage, or good men might be misjudged. We ourselves, for

He has no power of repartee, has the stage villain. All the good people in the play say rude and insulting

things to him, and smack at him, and score off him all through the act, but he can never answer them

"Ha! ha! wait till Monday week," is the most brilliant retort that he can make, and he has to get into a corner

The stage villain's career is always very easy and prosperous up to within a minute of the end of each act.

Then he gets suddenly let in, generally by the comic man. It always happens so. Yet the villain is always

intensely surprised each time. He never seems to learn anything from experience.

A few years ago the villain used to be blessed with a hopeful and philosophical temperament, which enabled

him to bear up under these constantly recurring disappointments and reverses. It was "no matter," he would

say. Crushed for the moment though he might be, his buoyant heart never lost courage. He had a simple,

childlike faith in Providence. "A time will come," he would remark, and this idea consoled him.

Of late, however, this trusting hopefulness of his, as expressed in the beautiful lines we have quoted, appears

to have forsaken him. We are sorry for this. We always regarded it as one of the finest traits in his character.

The stage villain's love for the heroine is sublime in its steadfastness. She is a woman of lugubrious and

tearful disposition, added to which she is usually incumbered with a couple of priggish and highly

objectionable children, and what possible attraction there is about her we ourselves can never understand; but

Nothing can alter his affection. She hates him and insults him to an extent that is really unladylike. Every

time he tries to explain his devotion to her, the hero comes in and knocks him down in the middle of it, or the

comic man catches him during one or the other of his harassing lovescenes with her, and goes off and tells

the "villagers" or the "guests," and they come round and nag him (we should think that the villain must grow

Notwithstanding all this he still hankers after her and swears she shall be his. He is not a badlooking fellow,

and from what we know of the market, we should say there are plenty of other girls who would jump at him;

yet for the sake of settling down with this dismal young female as his wife, he is prepared to go through a

laborious and exhaustive course of crime and to be bullied and insulted by every one he meets. His love

sustains him under it all. He robs and forges, and cheats, and lies, and murders, and arsons. If there were any

other crimes he could commit to win her affection, he would, for her sweet sake, commit them cheerfully.

But he doesn't know any othersat all events, he is not well up in any othersand she still does not care for

It is very unfortunate for both of them. It is evident to the merest spectator that the lady's life would be much

happier if the villain did not love her quite so much; and as for him, his career might be calmer and less

You see, it is having met her in early life that is the cause of all the trouble. He first saw her when she was a

child, and he loved her, "ay, even then." Ah, and he would have workedslaved for her, and have made her

She tries to soothe him. She says she loathed him with an unspeakable horror from the first moment that her

eyes met his revolting form. She says she saw a hideous toad once in a nasty pond, and she says that rather

would she take that noisome reptile and clasp its slimy bosom to her own than tolerate one instant's touch

This sweet prattle of hers, however, only charms him all the more. He says he will win her yet.

Nor does the villain seem much happier in his less serious love episodes. After he has indulged in a little

badinage of the above character with his real ladylove, the heroine, he will occasionally try a little light

The maid or friend does not waste time in simile or in metaphor. She calls him a blackhearted scoundrel and

Of recent years it has been attempted to cheer the stage villain's loveless life by making the village

clergyman's daughter gone on him. But it is generally about ten years ago when even she loved him, and her

love has turned to hate by the time the play opens; so that on the whole his lot can hardly be said to have been

Not but what it must be confessed that her change of feeling is, under the circumstances, only natural. He

took her away from her happy, peaceful home when she was very young and brought her up to this wicked

overgrown London. He did not marry her. There is no earthly reason why he should not have married her.

She must have been a fine girl at that time (and she is a goodlooking woman as it is, with dash and go about

her), and any other man would have settled down cozily with her and have led a simple, blameless life.

He illuses this female most shockinglynot for any cause or motive whatever; indeed, his own practical

interests should prompt him to treat her well and keep friends with herbut from the natural cussedness to

which we have just alluded. When he speaks to her he seizes her by the wrist and breathes what he's got to

The only thing in which he is good to her is in the matter of dress. He does not stint her in dress.

The stage villain is superior to the villain of real life. The villain of real life is actuated by mere sordid and

selfish motives. The stage villain does villainy, not for any personal advantage to himself, but merely from

the love of the thing as an art. Villainy is to him its own reward; he revels in it.

"Better far be poor and villainous," he says to himself, "than possess all the wealth of the Indies with a clear

conscience. I will be a villain," he cries. "I will, at great expense and inconvenience to myself, murder the

good old man, get the hero accused of the crime, and make love to his wife while he is in prison. It will be a

risky and laborious business for me from beginning to end, and can bring me no practical advantage

whatever. The girl will call me insulting names when I pay her a visit, and will push me violently in the chest

when I get near her; her goldenhaired infant will say I am a bad man and may even refuse to kiss me. The

comic man will cover me with humorous opprobrium, and the villagers will get a day off and hang about the

village pub and hoot me. Everybody will see through my villainy, and I shall be nabbed in the end. I always

On the whole, the stage villain appears to us to be a rather badly used individual. He never has any "estates"

or property himself, and his only chance of getting on in the world is to sneak the hero's. He has an

affectionate disposition, and never having any wife of his own he is compelled to love other people's; but his

Our advice to stage villains generally, after careful observation of (stage) life and (stage) human nature, is as

Never be a stage villain at all if you can help it. The life is too harassing and the remuneration altogether

If you have run away with the clergyman's daughter and she still clings to you, do not throw her down in the

center of the stage and call her names. It only irritates her, and she takes a dislike to you and goes and warns

Don't have too many accomplices; and if you have got them, don't keep sneering at them and bullying them.

A word from them can hang you, and yet you do all you can to rile them. Treat them civilly and let them have

Beware of the comic man. When you are committing a murder or robbing a safe you never look to see where

the comic man is. You are so careless in that way. On the whole, it might be as well if you murdered the

Don't make love to the hero's wife. She doesn't like you; how can you expect her to? Besides, it isn't proper.

Lastly, don't go down to the scenes of your crimes in the last act. You always will do this. We suppose it is

some extra cheap excursion down there that attracts you. But take our advice and don't go. That is always

where you get nabbed. The police know your habits from experience. They do not trouble to look for you.

They go down in the last act to the old hall or the ruined mill where you did the deed and wait for you.

In nine cases out of ten you would get off scotfree but for this idiotic custom of yours. Do keep away from

the place. Go abroad or to the seaside when the last act begins and stop there till it is over. You will be safe

She is always in troubleand don't she let you know 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.

After her husband has been found guilty of murder, which is about the least thing that can ever happen to

him, and her whitehaired father has become a bankrupt and has died of a broken heart, and the home of her

childhood has been 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 before the evening is

It is over the child that she does most of her weeping. The child has a damp time of it altogether. We

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).

We rather wish that she would show them a little more. Her excessive goodness seems somehow 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.

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 thunder),

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 occasions. She seems to think that it will freshen it up. The

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

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 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.

We have even known a more than unusually malignant snowstorm to follow a heroine three times round the

Of course you can't get away from a snowstorm like that! A stage snowstorm is the kind of snowstorm

Another curious thing about these stage snowstorms is that the moon is always shining brightly through 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 acquainted 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 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 a meter.

In her cheerful moments the stage heroine thinks she sees the spirit of her mother, or the ghost of her father,

But this is only in her very merry moods. As a rule, she is too much occupied with weeping to have time for

She has a great flow of language and a wonderful gift of metaphor and similemore forcible than

elegantand 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 weddingmorn, he escapes for a period from a danger that

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 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 husband comes in suddenly and finds them kissing and raves she

That would be simple and sensible, and would not suit the stage heroine at all. No; she does all in her power

If the stage heroine were well advised she would remain single. Her husband means well. He is decidedly

affectionate. But he is unfortunate 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

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 Villain is handcuffed, and he and the heroine have settled down

But this heavenly existence will never last. The stage hero was built for trouble, and he will 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

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

And the next corpse that comes to the village he'll get mixed up withsure toand have it laid to his door,

No, our advice to the stage heroine is to get rid of the hero as soon as possible, marry the villain, and go and

What makes him so gone on the hero is that when they were boys together the hero 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

He is a man of humble stationthe comic man. The village blacksmith or a peddler. 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 welltodo and without any sense of humor. Peers and policemen are the people most

The chief duty of the comic man's life is to make love to servantgirls, and they slap his face; but it does not

The comic man is happy under any fate, and he says funny things at funerals and when the bailiffs are in the

This sort of man is rather trying in 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 bear villainy. To thwart villainy is his life's ambition, and in this

noble object fortune backs him up grandly. Bad people come and commit their murders and thefts right under

They never see him there, standing close beside them, while they are performing these fearful crimes.

It is marvelous how shortsighted people on the stage are. We always thought that the young lady in real life

was moderately good at not seeing 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 aboutpeople 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

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 behind them, and they never hear a worddon'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 shouting,

and somebody has been boisterously murdered and all the furniture upset, then the people "down stage"

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 (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 business 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

He stuffs their basket full with twice as much as they came to buy, pushes their money back into their hands,

When the shop does not prove sufficiently profitable (as under the aboveexplained 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 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 suggest that people like that should pay for their rest 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 hairoil for the child being provided

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

When, a morning or so after witnessing one of these beautiful scenes, our own landlady knocks at 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, abusing us in a rising voice as she

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 stageone's

purse. The moment you hear a tale of woe, you grab it out of your pocket, slap it in to the woeer'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

Middleclass people and others on the stage who are short of purses have to content themselves with

throwing about rolls of banknotes and tipping servants with fivepound checks. Very stingy people on the

But they are generally only villains or lords that descend to this sort of thing. Respectable stage folk never

The recipient is very grateful on receiving the purse (he never looks inside) and thinks that 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 themselves. 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

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 landlord. It has to avenge everybody and to help all the good people

And when the hero leaves for prison Heaven has to take care of his wife and child till he comes out; and if

Heaven on the stage is always on the side of the hero and heroine and against the police.

Occasionally, of late years, the comic man has been a bad man, but you can't hate him for it. 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,

lighthearted spirit that it is not in one's heart to feel angry with him. It is the way in which a thing is done

Besides, he can always round on his pal, the serious 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

If he merely goes to tea with his girl at her mother's, he swallows a muffin and chokes himself.

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 endearment, and addresses her

with such remarks as "Ah, you old cat," "You ugly old nutmeg grater," "You orangamatang, you!" etc., etc.

Still, with all his faults we like the comic man. He is not always in trouble and he does not make long

He is very old, and very long, and very thin. He has white hair. He dresses in the costume of the last

generation but seven. He has bushy eyebrows and is clean shaven. His chin itches considerably, so that he has

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

By the bye, it is never very safe to judge people's ages on the stage by their personal appearance. 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 middleaged husband of the young wife generally gives one the idea of ninety.

Again, what appears at first sight to be a comfortablelooking 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

So, too, an exceptionally stout and shortwinded old gentleman, who looks as if he had been living too well

and taking too little exercise for the last fortyfive years, is not the heavy father, as you might imagine if you

You would not think so to look at him, but his only faults are that he is so young and lightheaded. There is

good in him, however, and he will no doubt be steady enough when he grows up. All the young men of the

"Here he comes," they say; "dear, dear old JackJack, the darling boythe headstrong youthJack, the

leader of our juvenile sportsJack, whose childish innocence wins all hearts. Three cheers for dancing,

On the other hand, ladies with the complexion of eighteen are, you learn as the story progresses, quite elderly

The experienced observer of stageland never jumps to conclusions from what he sees. He waits till he is told

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 "traveling expenses" in his

There are two moments in the course of his client's career that the stage lawyer particularly enjoys. The first

is when the client comes unexpectedly into a fortune; the second when he unexpectedly loses it.

In the former case, upon learning the good news the stage lawyer at once leaves his business and hurries off

to the other end of the kingdom 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

leftclient sits right. An ordinary, common lawyer would come to the point at once, state the matter in a

plain, businesslike way, and trust that he might have the pleasure of representing, etc., etc.; but such simple

The client starts. How on earth did this calm, thin, keeneyed 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

It is idle attempting to escape this man's supernatural acuteness, and the client owns up to having had a

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 upward, 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 is a

big party on, is his favorite time. He comes in about midnight and tells them just as they are going down to

He has no idea of business hours, has the stage lawyerto make the thing as unpleasant as possible seems to

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 fellowcreatures and

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 chuck the housemaid under the chin. It is

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 has a fly in his eye. This touching trait in his character is always held in

The good stage lawyer is never by any chance a married man. (Few good men are, so we gather 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 angelsthe gentleman who did marry her, by the bye, is not quite so

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

motherinlaw spend most of 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 bepossibly worse. But anyhow she is the sole business that the poor fellow

hasis, 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 motherinlaw, on the contrary, take a violent dislike

to her, and the lawyer has to put her in the coalscuttle or lock her up in the safe whenever he hears either of

We should not care to be the client of a farcical comedy stage lawyer. Legal transactions are trying to the

nerves under the most favorable circumstances; conducted by a farcical stage lawyer, the business would be

She 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 hallmark of the particularly mild and harmless individual. It is the

dissipation of the Y.M.C.A.; the innocent joy of the purehearted boy long ere the demoralizing 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 blackhearted villainy and abandoned womanhood.

The adventuress is generally of foreign extraction. They do not make bad women in Englandthe article is

entirely of continental manufacture and has to be imported. 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

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 like husbandsno 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

The adventuress dresses magnificently. Where she gets the money from we never could understand, for she

and her companions are always more or less complaining of being "stone broke." Dressmakers must be a

The adventuress is like the proverbial cat as regards 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 it, seems to get quite to like it, and goes on giving way to it, and then it grows upon her until she

This habit of hers is, however, a very trying one for her friends and husbandsit 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

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

But it is not only the adventuress who will persist in coming to life again every time she is 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

As for the young man that is coming home to see his girl, you simply can't 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 invulnerability. You can waste your time on

earthquakes and shipwrecks, volcanic eruptions, floods, explosions, 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

There will be thousands of people killed, thousands in each instance, but one human being will always

escape, and that one human being will be the stage young man who is coming home to see his girl.

He is forever 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 laying 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

"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

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 expended in seeking to lay up that one man which, properly utilized, might have

finished off ten million 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

On the other hand, and to make matters equal, as it were, there are some stage people so delicate that it is next

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, stonedead, in the middle of the

floorhe always dies in the middle of the floor. Some folks like to die in bed, but stage people don't. They

The adventuress herself is another person who dies with remarkable ease. We suppose in her case it is being

so used to it that makes her so quick and clever at it. There is no lingering illness and doctors' bills and

upsetting of the whole household arrangements about her method. One walk round the stage and the thing is

All bad characters die quickly on the stage. Good characters take a long time over it, and have a sofa down in

the drawingroom to do it on, and have sobbing relatives and good old doctors fooling around them, and can

smile and forgive everybody. 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 bargain, 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

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 but a really good woman

capable of extraordinary patience and gentleness could ever, we are convinced, grow to feel any other

The stage adventuress would be a much better woman, too, if it were not for the heroine. The adventuress

makes the most complete arrangements for being noble and selfsacrificingthat 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 agreeable 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 and go in her. She is alive. She can do something to help herself besides calling for "George."

She has not got a stage childif 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 thing she could have

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 not always fainting, and crying, and sobbing, and wailing, and moaning, like the

Oh, they do have an unhappy time of itthe good people in plays! Then she is the only person in the piece

We sometimes think it would be a fortunate thingfor himif they allowed her to marry and settle down

There are two types of servantgirl to be met with on the stage. This is an unusual allowance for one

There is the lodginghouse 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 breakfasttable and cleans them over the

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 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 close you see

it is a patentleather boot that she has been throwing herself away upon all this time.

The lodginghouse slavey brushes her hair with the boot brush and blacks the end of her nose with it.

We were acquainted with a lodginghouse slavey oncea real one, we mean. She was the handmaiden 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 gonetosleepinadustbin appearance that we, an earnest student of the drama, felt she

"How is it, Sophronia," we said, "that you distantly resemble a human being instead of giving one the idea of

an animated ragshop? Don't you ever polish your nose with the blackingbrush, or rub coal into your head,

or wash your face in 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?"

The other type of servantgirl on the stagethe villa servantgirlis a very different personage. She is a

fetching little thing, dresses bewitchingly, and is always clean. Her duties are to dust the legs of the chairs in

the drawingroom. 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

If anything ought to be free from dust in a stage house, it should be the legs of the drawingroom chairs.

She is going to marry the manservant, is the stage servantgirl, as soon as they have saved up sufficient out

of their wages to buy a hotel. They think they will like to keep a 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.

They quarrel a good deal over their lovemaking, do the stage servantgirl and her young man, and they

always come into the drawingroom to do it. They have got the kitchen, and there is the garden (with a

fountain and mountains in the backgroundyou can see it through the window), but no! no place in or about

the house is good enough for them to quarrel in except the drawingroom. They quarrel there so vigorously

She ought not to be long in saving up sufficient to marry on, for the generosity of people on the stage to the

servants there makes one seriously consider the advisability of ignoring the unremunerative professions of

No one ever dreams of tipping the stage servant 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 fivepound notes

The stage servant is very impudent to her mistress, and the masterhe falls in love with her and it does upset

Sometimes the servantgirl is good and faithful, and then she is Irish. All good servantgirls on the stage are

All the male visitors are expected to kiss the stage servantgirl 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 girlclick." They always say

Many years ago, when we were young, we thought we would see if things were the same off the stage, and

She wasn't quite so dazzlingly beautiful as they are on the stage, but we passed that. She showed us up into

the drawingroom, 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,

The girl seemed alarmed. We began to get a little nervous ourselves, but we had begun it and we meant to go

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 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 imbecility and beckoned the girl to us. We have never seen this

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 halfway through, and we made a rush to get it

We chivvied the girl round the sofa and caught her near the door and kissed her. She scratched our face,

We told him no, that we were only a student of the drama. His wife then entered in a towering passion. She

We endeavored unsuccessfully to induce her to believe that we were sober, and we explained that our course

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

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 unprovoked 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 afterward, 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 50 pounds compensation,

they would advise their client, Miss Matilda Hemmings, to allow the matter to drop; otherwise criminal

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 50 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.

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 wiped them up against our new

trousers. And their hair has suggested the idea that they have been standing on their heads in the dustbin.

And they have talked to usbut not prettily, not at allrather 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 water. From the appearance of its hands it is evident that mudpies and tar are joys

unknown to it. As for its hair, there is something uncanny about its smoothness and respectability. Even its

We have never seen anything like the stage child outside a theater excepting onethat 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

We thought in our ignorance prior to this that there could not be anything in the world like the stage child, but

The stage child is affectionate to its parents and its nurse and is respectful in its demeanor toward 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 ourselvesa real onea 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 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 heads or their heels.

A stage child does not get up at five o'clock in the morning to practice playing on a penny whistle. 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 anything, and why wouldn't anybody teach you anything when you were a little boy.

The stage child does not wear a hole in the seat of its knickerbockers and have to have a patch let in. The

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 woopingcough, and the measles, and every

other disease that it can lay its hands on, and be laid up with them one after the other and turn the house

The stage child's department in the scheme of life is to harrow up its mother's feelings by illtimed and

uncalledfor 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'

It is always harrowing up somebodythe stage child; it really ought not to be left about as it is. When it has

done upsetting its mother it fishes out some brokenhearted maid, who has just been cruelly severed forever

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

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 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 the better; and in

such cases nothing will appear so important to that contrary brat as to know, in the middle of an

Everybody loves the stage child. They catch it up in their bosoms every other minute and weep over it. They

Nobodyon the stage, we meanever 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 theater it must notice these things and wish it were a stage child.

The stage child is much admired by the audience. Its pathos makes them weep; its tragedy thrills them; its

declamationas for instance when it takes the center of the stage and says it will kill the wicked man, and

the police, and everybody who hurts its marstirs them like a trumpet note; and its light comedy is generally

But there are some people so strangely constituted 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

We ourselves had a friend once who suffered 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

The "baby" was eleven weeks old, and then came the twins, who were getting on for fifteen months and were

cutting their double teeth nicely. The youngest girl was three; there were five boys aged seven, eight, nine,

ten, and twelve respectivelygood enough lads, butwell, there, boys will be boys, you know; we were

just the same ourselves when we were young. The two eldest were both very pleasant girls, as their mother

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 evening when we called on him. It was holidaytime 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 holidays 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 betterhearted children no man

Our friend said he didn't care a straw about their hearts. It was their legs and arms and lungs that were driving

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 toward the Strand. Our friend, in closing the door

behind him, said he could not 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 twentytwo hours a day of them was enough for any one.

He said he did not want to see another child or hear another child until he got home. He wanted to forget that

We got up to the Strand and dropped into the first theater we came to. The curtain went up, and on the stage

Here there were two children on the stage. Some grownup people were standing 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 other's Children's Company performing an opera, or pantomime, or something of that sort.

Our friend said he would not venture into another theater. He said he had heard there were places called

musichalls, and he begged us to take him to one of these and not to tell his wife.

We inquired of a policeman and found that there really were such places, and we took him into one.

Our friend was about to repeat his customary programme of flying and cursing, but we restrained him. We

assured him that he would really see a grownup person if he waited a bit, so he sat out the boys and also

It turned out to be an infant phenomenon who sang and danced in fourteen different costumes, and we once

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 awhile, and then he thought he would go and hear some music. He said he thought a little

music would soothe and ennoble himmake him feel more like a Christian than he did at that precise

The hall was densely crowded, and we had great difficulty in forcing our way to our seats. We reached them

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

Oh, they are funny! The comic lovers' mission in life is to serve as a sort of "relief" to the misery caused the

audience by the other characters in the play; and all that is wanted now is something that will be a relief to the

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. Maybe 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 know that

They are always very rude to each other, the comic lovers. Everybody is more or less rude and insulting to

every body 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 afterward. It was too subtle for them. They

summoned us before a magistrate for "using language calculated to cause a breach of the peace." We were

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 rudethey 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 bullyragging competitions which form their courtship it is always the

maiden that is most successful. Against her merry flow of invective and her girlish wealth of offensive

personalities the insolence and abuse of her boyish adorer cannot stand for one moment.

To give an idea of how the comic lovers woo, we perhaps cannot do better than subjoin the following brief

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 the road. Enter comic lover L., also walking in the middle

of the road. They neither see the other until they bump against each other in the center. HE. Why, Jane!

HE. Halloo! got out o' bed the wrong side again? I say, Jane, if you go on like that you'll never get a man to

SHE (slipping away). Yes, and you'll find I'm a match that can strike (fetches him a violent blow over the

HE (holding his jawin a literal sense, we mean). I can't help feeling smitten by her.

SHE. Cow! am I? Ah, I suppose that's what makes me so fond of a calf, you German sausage on legs! You

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

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 citizens 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

As for Trafalgar Square, the hero always chooses 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 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 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

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 afterward, bury them there and put up rude

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 Exchange or makes a book; and as for

love! he has quite got over it by that age. On the stage, however, the newborn babe is not in it for innocence

So, too, with the maiden. Most girls of fifteen off the stage, so our experience goes, know as much as there is

any actual necessity for them to know, Mr. Gilbert notwithstanding; but when we see a young lady of fifteen

The comic lovers do not have the facilities for lovemaking that the hero and heroine do. The hero and

heroine have big rooms to make love in, with a fire and plenty of easychairs, 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,

The comic lovers, on the other hand, have to do it standing up all the time, in busy streets, or in

cheerlesslooking 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 making love.

Somebody always seems to be putting up pictures in the next room, and putting them up boisterously, too, so

They are so clean. We have seen peasantry off the stage, and it has presented an untidyoccasionally a

disreputable and unwashedappearance; but the stage peasant seems to spend all his wages on soap and

They are always round the corneror rather round the two cornersand 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 peasants' smile in this worldnothing 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 right and three steps to the left back again. They can't help it. It is because they

When they are more than usually rollicking they stand in a semicircle, 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

Sometimes we see them going to work, sometimes coming home from work, but nobody has ever seen them

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 threehundredhorsepower interest in things in which they

What particularly rouses them is the heroine's love affairs. They could listen to them all day.

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 lovesick days we often used to go and relate to various people all the touching conversations that

took place between our ladylove 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,

By the way, this is a very beautiful trait in the character of the stage peasantry, their prompt and

"Leave me, friends," says the heroine, beginning to make preparations for weeping, and before she can turn

round they are clean goneone lot to the right, evidently making for the back entrance of the publichouse,

and the other half to the left, where they visibly hide themselves behind the pump and wait till somebody else

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 complicated stories about

wrongs done years ago to people that they never heard of. They seem to be able to grasp and understand these

When the stage peasantry do talk, however, they soon make up for lost time. They start off all together with a

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

It has been our privilege to see real peasantry flirt, and it has always struck us as a singularly solid and

substantial affairmakes one think, somehow, of a steamroller flirting with a cowbut on the stage it is so

sylphlike. She has short skirts, and her stockings are so much tidier and better fitting than these things are in

real peasant life, and she is arch and coy. She turns away from him and laughssuch a silvery laugh. And he

is ruddy and curly haired and has on 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

The stage peasantry like to do their lovemaking as much in public as possible. Some people fancy a place all

to themselves for this sort of thingwhere nobody else is about. We ourselves do. But the stage peasant is

more sociably inclined. Give him the village green, just outside the publichouse, or the square on

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

Girls in yellow may come and go, girls in green may laugh and dancethe 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 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 ourselves.

There are no married people in stage villages and no children (consequently, of coursehappy 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

They talk a lot about it, but they never do it. The artful beggars! They see too much what it's like among the

The stage peasant is fond of drinking, and when he drinks he likes to let you know he is drinking. None of

your quiet halfpint inside the bar for him. He likes to come out in the street and sing about it and do tricks

Notwithstanding all this he is moderate, mind you. You can't say he takes too much. One small jug of ale

He has a keen sense of humor and is easily amused. There is something almost pathetic about the way he

goes into convulsions of laughter 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? It will, however, probably kill him. One grows to love

the stage peasant after awhile. He is so good, so childlike, so unworldly. He realizes one's ideal of

She isn't all gone, because 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

He is a most unfortunate old gentleman. Anything he is mixed up in seems bound to go wrong. If he is

manager or director of a bank, smash it 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 savings into a companyno matter how

sound and promising an affair it may always have been and may still seemto know that that company is a

No power on earth can save it after once the good old man has become a shareholder.

If we lived in stageland and were asked to join any financial scheme, our first question would be:

When the good old man is a trustee for any one 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

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 misunderstood. The worldthe hollow, heartless worldwill call it a swindle and

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

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.

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 chuckleheaded 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.

He says "Shure" and "Bedad" and in moments of exultation "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 devoted to his

He is always cheerful and always good. We never knew a bad Irishman on the stage. Sometimes a stage

Irishman seems to be a bad mansuch 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

The stage Irishman is always doing the most wonderful things imaginable. We do not see him do those

wonderful things. He does them when nobody is by and tells us all about them afterward: that is how we

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

In the righthand upper corner he appeared running across country on all fours, with a red herring sticking

out from his coattails, while far behind came hounds and horsemen hunting him. But their chance of ever

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 running after him, but had at last given up the pursuit as useless.

In the center of the poster he was having a friendly fight with seventeen ladies and gentlemen. Judging from

the costumes, the affair appeared to be a wedding. A few of the guests had already been killed and lay dead

about the floor. The survivors, however, were enjoying themselves immensely, and of all that gay group he

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 allat 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 afterward.

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

It has been our privilege since then to gaze upon many posters on which have been delineated strange and

We have seen the hero holding the villain up high above his head, and throwing him about that carelessly that

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 on 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 midocean, revolutions and battles we take no note of, they being

But we do not go inside to see these things now. We have two looks at the poster instead; it is more

The Irishman, to return to our friend, is very fond of whiskythe stage Irishman, we mean. Whisky is

The fashion in dress among stage Irishmen is rather picturesque than neat. Tailors must have a hard time of it

The stage Irishman has also an original taste in hats. He always wears a hat without a crown; whether to keep

Ah! 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

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

A married man on the stage knows his wife, because 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 coming in at another door says she is a lady from the country,

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 new housekeeper. There is something about her that strangely reminds him

of his darling Nellmaybe 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 closingtime, she puts on the blue ulster and

Even the bad people, who as a rule do possess a little senseindeed, they are the only persons in the play

The detective comes in to their secret councils, with his hat drawn down over his eyes, and followed by the

hero speaking in a squeaky voice; and the villains mistake them for members of the band and tell them all

If the villains can't get themselves found out that way, then they go into a public teagarden and recount their

The detective must not be confounded with the policeman. The stage policeman is always on the side of the

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 awhile without interference. Then

when he considers 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 villain twenty years' penal servitude, and all is joy.

He does suffer so with his trousers. He has to stop and pull them up about twice 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 sailors in real life, but on only one occasion, that we can remember, did we

The stage sailor places his right hand behind him and his left in front, leaps up into the air, kicks out his leg

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,

The thing that the stage sailor most craves in this life is that somebody should shiver his timbers.

"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

The stage sailor is good to his mother and dances the hornpipe beautifully. We have never found a real sailor

who could dance a hornpipe, though we have made extensive inquiries throughout the profession. We were

introduced to a ship's steward who offered to do us a cellarflap for a pot of fourhalf, but that was not what

The stage sailor is gay and rollicking: the real sailors we have met have been, some of them, the most worthy

and singleminded of men, but they have appeared sedate rather than gay, and they haven'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

But it is only in his very busy moments that he has to work to this extent; most of his time is occupied in

By the way, speaking of the sea, few things are more remarkable in their behavior than a stage sea. It must be

As for the waves, there is no knowing how to steer for them; they are so tricky. At one moment 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

Seamanship is useless against such very unprofessional conduct as this, and the vessel is wrecked.

A wreck at (stage) sea is a truly awful sight. 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 explosion.

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

The next moment the vessel separates in the middle and goes off R. and L., so as to make room for a small

The way small boats are managed at (stage) sea is even more wonderful than the way in which ships are

To begin with, everybody sits sideways along the middle of the boat, all facing the starboard. 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

In this way do they toilor rather, to speak correct{y, does the one man toilthrough the awful night, until

The lighthouse keeper comes out with a lantern. The boat is run in among the breakers and all are saved.