The Sorrows of a Show Girl

It came off last night. I was out to supper with a couple of gentlemen–Wilbur and an-another gent. We were so busy talking things over that I didn’t get to the theater until the middle of the first act. My, I never saw a man so peevish as that stage manager. I had no more than exchanged the courtesies of the day with the stage doorkeeper and asked after his sick child than that mut-faced sneeze that calls himself a stage manager had the nerve to rush up an fine me five dollars. Wha'da you think of that?