Theatrical and Circus Life: or, Secrets of the Stage, Green-Room and Sawdust ArenaJennings, John J. (John Joseph)
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Theatrical and Circus Life: or, Secrets of the Stage, Green-Room and Sawdust Arena
Jennings, John J. (John Joseph)
Circus; Theater -- United States
Sometimes, instead of being made the subject of a practical joke on the
street, as was the Cahokian of whom I told the story at the opening
of this chapter, the joke is carried even farther--the aspirant being
taken to the stage to give a sample of his work. Occasionally the show
is given to the people of the theatre only, and the victim is quietly
let through a trap, or guyed unmercifully, until he is glad of an
opportunity to make his escape. I was present on an occasion when an
Illinoisan who had just graduated from college was allowed to go on
the stage during a matinee performance, when the house was light, to
speak his piece. He chose, of course, the selection he had inflicted on
the suffering audience that attended the Illinois college graduating
exercises. It was "The Warrior Bowed his Crested Head," a very dramatic
recitation and a difficult one even for a good reader. The debutant was
about eighteen years of age, tall, and manly looking. He came forward
trembling, and did not attempt to proceed further than about twelve
feet from the entrance,--making a school-boy bow he began. The audience
wondered at the innocence and awkwardness of the entertainer who did
not appear in the programme, but all soon understood the affair. The
debutant had not reached the second line of the second verse, when
bang came a pistol shot from the side of the stage. The speaker ducked
his head, trembled a little more than before, but went on. Bang went
another pistol shot, and again the speaker acknowledged receipt of a
shock by twitching his head and knocking his knees together. Still
he kept on reciting. Sheet-iron thunder rattled through the place,
horns were blown, drums beaten, horse-rattles kept in motion and for
more than half an hour pistol shots and flashes of fire kept coming
from both sides of the stage. Still he spoke on, making gestures,
twitching his limbs, and ducking his head until the last line was
reached,--something about the hero's weapons shining no more among the
spears of Spain,--when he bowed and retired hardly able to walk. He was
an exception, however, to the general rule that stage-struck people
are easily frightened out of their wits, under such circumstances, and
displayed such perseverance that he was complimented by the audience
that had scarcely heard a word of what he had said--a loud burst of
applause following his exit, which was continued until he came forward
again and by a bow acknowledged their kindness. He must have been a
brave fellow, for next day he was around at the manager's office asking
for an engagement.
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