On the Stage--and Off: The Brief Career of a Would-Be ActorJerome, Jerome K. (Jerome Klapka)
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On the Stage--and Off: The Brief Career of a Would-Be Actor
Jerome, Jerome K. (Jerome Klapka)
Actors -- Great Britain -- Biography; Jerome, Jerome K. (Jerome Klapka), 1859-1927
In the profession itself, they were received with respect, as men
of decided talent in their way. Even the most notorious of them were
treated with civility, and care was taken never to mention before them
such subjects as dishonesty and knavery, for fear of hurting their
feelings. When actors and actresses went from London to Aberdeen to
join Mr. Smith’s company, and found on arriving that Mr. Smith was the
same man who had already swindled them under half a dozen different
names at half a dozen different times and places, what do you think
they did? Shook hands cordially with the gentleman, made some pleasant
observations about having met before, and hoped, in whispers among
themselves, that he would not serve them the same this time! Of
course, on the first Saturday night, while they were on the stage, he
would run off with all the week’s takings, go to the next town, and
advertise for another company under the name of Jones.
It was no light matter for a man--and worse still for a poor girl--to
be left without a penny or a friend in a strange town hundreds of
miles from home. The poor players helped each other as well as they
could, but provincial Pros, are--or, at least were--not a wealthy
class, and, after having paid their fares down, and kept themselves
for a week or a fortnight, the most bloated capitalists among them
rarely had more than a few shillings remaining in their pockets.
Wardrobes had to be left as security with irate landladies, and, until
they were redeemed or replaced, no other engagement was possible.
Friends, poor enough themselves, goodness knows, had to be begged of.
Every kind of valuable, even the wedding ring, had to be pawned, and
the return home was made with troubled faces and empty hands.
The misery caused by these scoundrels makes one’s blood boil to think
of. I have known men and women forced to tramp home again half across
the kingdom, seeking shelter in casual wards when the nights were
too cold or wet to sleep under a haystack. I have known actors and
actresses obliged to sell the clothes off their backs in order to
get fresh stage wardrobes. I have known whole families, after having
scraped together every penny they could get, so as to be able to join
one of these companies, come back again a few days afterward, utterly
destitute, and compelled to sell the few sticks of furniture they had
about the place before making another start. I knew one poor fellow,
left penniless in Glasgow, with a delicate young wife near her
confinement, and they had to come back to London by boat--steerage
passage--for, after pledging everything, that was all they had money
enough for. It was fearful weather in the middle of January, and the
vessel tossed about in the Channel for over a week, landing them just
in time for the woman to die at home.
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