Stage Land by Jerome K. Jerome. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by David Moncaster. Stage Land by Jerome K. Jerome. The Hero. His name is George, generally speaking. Call me George, he says to the heroine. She calls him George in a very low voice because she is so young and timid. Then he is happy. 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 because to get himself reasonably mistaken for the murderer he feels his work day has not been wasted. What a wonderful gift of speech and a flow of language calculated to strike terror to the bravest heart. It is a grand thing to hear him body-ragging is the villain. The stage hero is always entitled to estates. Chiefly remarkable for their high state of cultivation or the eccentric ground plan of the man of house upon them. The house is never more than one story high but it makes up in green stuff over the porch what it lacks for size and convenience. The chief drawback in connection with it to our eyes is all the inhabitants of the neighbouring village appear to live in the front garden but the hero evidently thinks it is rather nice of them as it enables him to make speeches to them from the front doorstep, his favourite recreation. There is generally a public house immediately opposite. This is handy. These estates are a great anxiety to the stage hero. He is not what you would call a businessman 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 all the further trouble with regard to them or the play when he gets saddled with them once more. Not but what he must be confessed that there is much excuse for the poor fellow's general bewilderment concerning his affairs and for his legal errors and confusion generally. Stage law may not be quite the most fearful and wonderful mystery in the whole universe but it's near it, very near it. We were under the impression at one time that we ourselves knew something just a little about statutory and common law but after paying attention to the legal points of one or two plays we find that we are mere children at it. We thought we would not be beaten and we determined to get to the bottom of the stage law and understand it but after some six month 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 or £60,000 say to anyone who had explained it to us. The reward has remained unclaimed to the present day and is still open. One gentleman did come to our assistance a little while ago but his explanations only made the matter more confusing to our minds than he 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 he was an escaped lunatic. The only point stage law on which we are at all clear are as follows 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 three in a six penny copy of a marriage certificate annulls the marriage that the evidence of one prejudice witness of shady antecedence is quite sufficient to convict the most stainless and irreproachable gentleman of crimes for which the committal of which he could have had no possible motive but that this evidence may be rebutted years afterwards and the conviction quashed without further trial by the unsupported statement of the comic man that if a forges b to a check then the law of the land is that b shall be sentenced to ten years penal servitude that ten minutes notice is all that is required to foreclose on a mortgage that all trials of criminal cases take place in the front parlor of the victim's house the villain acting as council judge and jury rolled into one and a couple of policemen being told off to follow his instructions there are a few more salient features of stage law so far as we have been able to grasp it up to the present moment but as fresh acts and clauses and modifications appear to be introduced for each new play we have abandoned all hope of ever being able to get to really comprehend the subject 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 simple-minded hero signs mortgages bills of sale deeds of gift and such things under the impression that he is playing some sort of round game and then he cannot play the interest and they take his wife and children away from him and turn him adrift into the world being thrown upon his own resources he naturally starts 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 defy the police but these requirements are not much in demand in the labour market and as they are all he can do or cares to do he finds earning his living a much more difficult affair than he fancied there is a deal too much hard work about it for him he soon gives up trying and prefers to de-cout an uncertain existence sponging upon the good-natured old Irish women and generally but weak-minded young artisans who have left their native village to follow him and enjoy the advantage of his company and conversation and so he drags out his life during the middle of the peace raving at fortune, raging at humanity and whining about his miseries until the last act then he gets back those estates of his into his possession once again and can go back to the village and make more moral speeches and be happy moral speeches are undoubtedly his leading article and of these it must be owned he has an inexhaustible stock he is as chock-full of noble sentiments as a bladder is of wind they are weak and watery sentiments of the six-penny tea-meeting order we have a dim notion that we have heard them before the sound of them always conjures up to our mind the villain of a dull long room full of oppressive silence broken only in the scratching of steel pens and of the occasional whispered give us a suck, Bill you know, I always liked you or a louder, please sir speak to Jimmy Boggles he's a juggling my elbow the stage hero, however evidently regards these meandering as gems of brilliant thought fresh from the philosophic mind the gallery greets them with enthusiastic approval they are a warm-hearted people gallerites and they like to give a hearty welcome to old friends and then to 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 moral so fond of goodness even when it is slow and stupid so hateful of meanness in the world or deed as a modern theatrical gallery the early Christian martyrs were sinful and worldly compared with an Adelphi gallery the stage hero is a powerful man you wouldn't think it to look at him but you wait until the heroine cries help, oh George, save me or the police attempt to run him in then two villains three extra hired ruffians and four detectives are about his fighting weight if he knocks down less than three men with one blow he fears he must be ill and wonders why this strange weakness 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 all of her hands and breathes his attachment down her back the stage hero always wears patent leather boots and they are always spotlessly clean sometimes he is rich and lives in a room with seven doors to it at other times he is starving in a garret but in either event he still wears new patent leather boots he might raise at least three and six men on those boots and when the baby is crying for food it occurs to us it would be better of it instead of praying to heaven he took off those boots and pawned them but this does not seem to occur to him he crosses the African desert in patent leather 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 journey his clothes are ragged and torn but his boots are new and shiny he puts on patent leather boots to tramp through the Australian bush to fight in Egypt to discover the North Pole sometimes he is a gold digger sometimes he is a dock labourer sometimes a soldier sometimes a sailor but whatever he is he wears patent leather boots he goes boating in patent leather boots he plays cricket in them and shooting in them he will go to heaven in patent leather boots or he will decline the invitation the stage hero never talks in a simple straight forward way like a mere ordinary mortal you will write to me when you are away dear won't you? says the heroine a mere human being would reply why of course I will ducky every day but the stage hero is a superior creature he says she looks up and owns that she does see yonder star and then offers stars and dribbles on about that star for full five minutes and says that he will cease to write to her when the pale star has fallen from its place amid the firmament of heaven 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 crackle and brag quite so much but who was capable of taking care of himself for a day without getting into trouble end of The Hero in Stage Land by Jerome K. Jerome this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit www.librivox.org The Villain in Stage Land by Jerome K. Jerome 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 is avoided it is well that the rule does not hold off the stage or good men might be misjudged we ourselves for instance wear a clean collar sometimes it might be very awkward for our family especially on Sundays he has no power of repartee as the stage villain all the good people in the place are rude and insulting things to him and smack at him all through the act but he can never answer them back can never think of anything clever to say in return wait till Monday week is the most brilliant retort that he can ever make and he has to get into a corner all by himself to think of that 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 these beautiful lines we have quoted appears to have forsaken him we are sorry for this but he has always regarded it as one of his finest traits in his character the stage villain's love for the heroine is sublime in his steadfastness she is a woman of lugubrious and tearful disposition as it to which she is usually encumbered with a couple of priggish and highly objectional children and what possible attraction there is about her we ourselves can never understand but the stage villain there he is fairly mashed on her 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 love scenes with her and goes off and tells the villagers or the guests and they come round to drag him we should think that the villain must grow to positively dislike the comic man before the piece is over not withstanding all this he still hankers after her and swears she shall be his he is not a bad looking 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 his dismal young female as his wife paired to go through a laborious and exhaustive course of crime and to be bullied and insulted by everyone 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 others at all events he is not well up in any others and she still does not care for him and what is he to do it is very unfortunate for both of them it is evident to the mere 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 criminal but for his deep devotion to her 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 loved her I even then ah and he would have worked slave for her and made her rich and happy he might perhaps even have been a good man she tries to soothe him she says she's loathed him with an unspeakable horror from the first moment that her eyes met his revolting form she says she saw a hideous toad in a nasty pond and she says that she would rather take that noisome reptile and clasp it slimy bosom to her own than tolerate one instant touch from him the villain's arms this sweet prattle of hers however can only charm 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 batonage of the above character with his real lady love the heroine he will occasionally try a little like flirtation passage with her maid or lady friend the maid or friend does not waste time in simile or metaphor she calls him a black-hearted scoundrel and clumps him over the head 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 10 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 improved much in this direction 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 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 the time and she is a good looking woman as it is with a dash and a go about her and any other man would have settled down cosily with her and led a simple blameless life but the stage villain is built cussed he ill uses this female most shockingly not for any cause or motive whatever indeed his own practical interests should prompt him to treat her well and keep friends with her but from the natural cussedness to which we have just eluded when he speaks to her he seizes her by the wrist and breathes what he's got to say into her ear and it tickles and revolts her the only thing in which he is good to her is 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 villainry not for any personal advantage to himself but merely from the love of the thing as an art villainry 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 as a villain he cries I will at great expense an inconvenience to myself murder the good man get the hero accused of the crime and make love to his wife while he is in prison it will be risky and a laborious business for me from the beginning to end and can bring me no practical advantage whatsoever the girl will call me insulting names when I pay her a visit and will push me violently in the chest and will say I am a bad man and may even refuse to kiss me the comic man will cover me with humorous oppribrium and the villagers will get a day off and hang around the village pub and hoot me everybody will see through my villainry and I shall be nabbed in the end I always am but it is no matter I will be a villain haha 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 this world is to sneak the heroes he has an affectionate disposition and never having had a wife of his own he is compelled to love other peoples but his affection is ever unrequited and everything comes wrong for him in the end our advice to stage villains generally after careful observation of stage life and stage human nature this is as follows never be a stage villain at all if you can help it the life is too harassing and renumeration altogether disproportionate the risks and labour if you have run away with the Curgeman's daughter and she still clings to you do not throw her down in the centre of the stage and call her names it only irritates her and she takes a dislike to you and goes and warns all the other girls about how 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 their fair share of the swag 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 early in the play 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 why don't you get a girl of your own 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 cheap excursion down there that attracts you but take our advice and don't go that is always where you will get nabbed the police know your habits from experience they do not trouble to look for you they will 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 have got off scot-free 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's over you will be safe then end of The Villain in Stage Land by Jerome K. Jerome this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit www.librivox.org The Heroin in Stage Land by Jerome K. Jerome is always in trouble and don't 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 Heroin never has anything else if she only got one afternoon a week off from trouble or had her Sundays free it would be something but no misfortune stalks beside her from weeks beginning to weeks end after her husband has been found guilty of murder which is about the least thing that can ever happen to him and her white haired father has become a bankrupt and has died of a broken heart and the home of her childhood has been 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 naturally enough poor woman but it is depressing to the point of view of the audience and we almost wish before the evening is out that she had not got quite so much trouble it is over the child that she does most of her weeping the child has a damp time of it altogether we sometimes wonder that it never catches rheumatism she is very good is the Stage Heroin the comic man expresses a belief that she is a born angel she reproves him for this with a tearful smile it wouldn't be her smile if it wasn't tearful oh no she says sadly of course I have many many faults we rather wish that she would show them a little more her excessive goodness seems somehow to pal on us our only consolation while watching her is that there are not many good women off the stage life is bad as it is for many women in real life as good as the Stage Heroin it would be unbearable the Stage Heroin'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 of the night stroll during the heavy snowstorm accompanied by thunder she is most careful to leave it at home she fears that the snow will spoil it and she is a rather careful girl she always brings her child out with her on these occasions she seems to think that he will freshen it up the child does not appreciate the snow as much as she does he says it's cold one thing that must irritate the Stage Heroin very much on these occasions is the way in which the snow seems to lie in wait for her and follow her about it is quite a fine night before she comes on the scene the moment she appears it begins to snow it snows heavily all the while she remains about and the instant she goes it clears up again and keeps dry for the rest of the evening the way the snow goes for that poor woman is most unfair it always snows much heavier in the particular spot where she is sitting than it does anywhere else in the whole street why we have sometimes seen a heroine sitting in the midst of a blinding snowstorm while the other side of the road was dry as a bone and it never seemed to occur to her to cross it we have even known a more than unusually modellinment snowstorm to follow a heroine three times around the stage and then go off right with her of course you can't always get away from the snowstorm like that a stage snowstorm is the kind of snowstorm that would follow you upstairs and want to come to bed with you another curious thing about these 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'll learn a good dear more from a few visits to the theatre you'll 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 metre it makes you quite giddy at first until you get used to it the stage heroine is inclined to thoughtfulness rather than gaiety in her cheerful moments the stage heroine thinks she must be the spirit of her mother or the ghost of her father or she dreams of her dead baby but this is only in one of her very merry moods as a rule she is too much occupied with weeping to have time for frivolous reflections she has a great flow of language and a wonderful gift of metaphor and similarly more forcible than elegant and this might be rather trying in a wife under ordinary circumstances but as the hero is generally sentenced to ten years' penal servitude on his wedding mourn he escapes for a period from a danger that might well appall a less fortunate bridegroom sometimes the stage heroine has a brother and if so he is sure to be mistaken for her lover we never came across a brother and sister in real life who ever gave the most suspicious person any 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 doesn't turn around and say why you silly cuckoo, it's only my brother that would be simple and sensible and would not suit the stage heroine at all no, she does all in her power to make everybody believe it is true so that she can suffer in silence she does so love to suffer marriage is undoubtedly a failure in the case of the stage heroine if the stage heroine were well advised that 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 continuous of this happy state of affairs from what we have seen of her husband and his business capabilities during the five acts proceeding we are inclined to doubt the possibility of his being anything but unfortunate to the end of his career true, he has at last got his rights which he would never have lost had he had a head instead of a sentimental bladder on his shoulders the student has handcuffed and he and the heroine have settled down comfortably next door to the comic man but this heavenly existence will never last the stage hero was built for trouble and he will be in it again in another month you bet they'll get up another mortgage for him on the estates and he won't know, bless you whether he really did sign it or whether he didn't and out he will go and he'll slop his name about the documents without ever looking to see what he's doing and be let in for Lord knows what and another wife will turn up for him that he had married when a boy and forgotten all about and the next corpse that comes to the village he'll get mixed up with sure to and have it lay to his door and they'll be all old business over again now our advice to the stage heroine is to get rid of the hero as soon as possible marry the villain go and live abroad somewhere where the comic man won't come fooling around should be much happier end of the heroine this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit www.librivox.org the comic man in Stage Land by Jerome K. Jerome he follows the hero all over the world this is rough on the hero 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 love the hero and determine to devote his life to him he is a man of humble station the comic man the village blacksmith or a 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 well to do and without any sense of humour peers and policemen are the people most utterly devoid of humour on the stage the chief duty of the comic man's life is to make love to the servant girls and they slap his face but he does not discourage him he seems to be more spitten by them than ever the comic man is happy under any fate and he says funny things at funerals and when the bailiffs are in the house all the hero is waiting to be hanged 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 villainry to thwart villainry is his life's ambition and in this noble object fortune backs him grandly bad people come and commit their murders and thefts right under his nose so that he can denounce them in the last act they never see him there standing close beside them while they are performing these fearful crimes it is marvellous how short-sighted 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 them but her selection in this direction is nothing compared to that of her brothers and sisters on the stage these unfortunate people come into rooms where there are crowds of people about people that 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 standing bang between the two of them you might fancy they were blinkers then again their hearing is so terribly weak it really ought to be seen too people talk and chatter at the very top of their voices close behind them and they never hear a word don't know anybody's there even after it had been going on for half an hour and the people upstage have made themselves awest with shouting and somebody has been boisterously murdered and all the furniture upset and the people downstage think they hear a noise the comic man always rarers 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 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 circumstances he stuffs their baskets full twice as much as they came to buy pushes their money back into their hands and wipes away a tear and set up a grocery store in our neighbourhood when the shop does prove sufficiently profitable as under the above explained method sometimes happens to be the case the comic man's wife seeks to add to the income by taking in lodgers this is a bad move on her part for it always ends in the lodgers taking her in the hero and heroine who seem to have been waiting for something of this sort immediately come and take possession of the whole house of course the comic man could not think of charging them 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 blithest girl in the village of deepdale there must have been a gloomy band the others how can anyone with a human heart beneath his bosom suggest that people like that should pay for their rent and washing the comic man is shocked at his wife for even thinking such a thing and at the end of it mr and mrs hero lived there for the rest of the play rent free coals soap candles and hair oil for the child being provided for them on the same terms the hero raises vague and feeble objections to this arrangement now and again he says he will not hear of such a thing that he will stay no longer to be a burden upon these honest folk but will go forth onto the roadside and their staff the comic man has awful work with him but wins at last and persuades the noble fellow to stop and give the place another trial when, a morning or so after witnessing one of these beautiful scenes our own nun lady knocks at our door and creates a disturbance over a poultry 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 descends then we think of these things and grow sad it is the example of people around him that makes the comic man so generous everybody is generous on the stage they are giving away their purses all day long that is the regulation tip on the stage one's purse the moment you hear a tale of woe you grab it out of your pocket slap it on the woe was palm grip his hand dash away a tear and exit you don't even leave yourself a bus fare home you walk back quickly and get another purse middle class people and others on the stage who are shorter purses have to contend themselves with throwing about rolls of bagnotes and tipping servants with five pound checks very stingy people on the stage have been known to be so cursed and mean as to give away mere sovereigns but they are generally only villains or lords that descend to this sort of thing respectable stage folk never offer anything less than a purse 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 and they don't want to go to the trouble and expense of doing it for themselves heaven's chief duty on the stage is to see the repayment of all those sums of money that are given all then to the good people it is generally requested to do this to a tune of a thousand fold an exorbitant rate when you come to think of it heaven is also expected to take care that the villain gets properly cursed and to fill up its spare time by bringing misfortune upon the local landlord it has to avenge everybody and to help all the good people whenever they are in trouble and they keep it going in this direction and when the hero leaves prison heaven has to take care of his wife and child until he comes out and if this isn't a handful for it we don't know what would be heaven on the stage is always on the side of the hero and heroine and against the police occasionally of late years the comic man has been a bad man hero and rob the heroine and have murdered the good old man he does it all in such a genial light hearted spirit that it is not in one's heart to feel angry with him it is the way in which a thing is done that makes all the difference besides he can always go around on his pal, 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 a dog if he takes his girl out on the river he upsets her literally we mean the comic man never goes out for a day's pleasure without coming home a wreck if he merely goes to tea with his girl 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 the old dutch clock the old geezer and such terms of endearment and addresses her with such remarks as ah you old cat you old ugly nutmeg grater you orangutan you etc etc well you know that is not the way to make things pleasant for a house still with all his faults we like the comic man he is not always in trouble and he does not make long speeches let us bless him the end of the comic man in Stageland by Jerome K. Jerome this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit www.librivox.org the lawyer in Stageland by Jerome K. Jerome 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 his clean shaven his chin itches considerably so that he has to always be scratching it his favourite remark is ah in real life we have heard of young solicitors of foppish solicitors of short solicitors but on the stage they are always very thin and very old the youngest stage solicitor we ever remember to have seen looked about 60 the oldest about 145 by the by it is never very safe to judge people's ages on the stage by their personal appearance we have known old ladies who looked 70 if they were a day turn out to be mothers of boys of 14 while the middle aged husband of the young wife generally gives one the idea of 90 again what appears at first sight to be a comfortable looking and eminently respectable elderly lady is often discovered to be in reality a giddy girlish and inexperienced young thing the pride of the village or the darling of the regiment so to an exceptionally stout and short-winded old gentleman who looks as if he had been living too well and taking too little exercise for the last 45 years is not the heavy father as you might imagine if you judged from mere external evidence but a wild reckless boy you would not think so to look at him but his only faults are that he is so young and light-headed there is good in him however and he will no doubt be steady enough when he grows up all the young men of the neighbour worship him and the girls love him here he comes they say dear dear old Jack the darling boy the headstrong youth Jack the leader of our juvenile sports Jack whose childish innocence three cheers for dancing bright-eyed Jack on the other hand ladies with the complexion of 18 are, you learn as the story progresses, quite elderly women the mothers of middle-aged heroes the experienced observer of stage-land never jumps to conclusions from what he sees he waits till he is told things the stage-lawyer never has any office of his own he drags Jack's all his business at his client's houses he will travel hundreds of miles to tell the most trivial piece of legal information it never occurs to him how much simply it would be to write a letter the item for travelling expenses in his bill of costs must be something enormous there are two moments in the course of a client's career that the stage-lawyer particularly enjoys the first is when the client comes unexpectedly into fortune the second is when he unexpectedly loses it in the former 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 left client sits right an ordinary common-lawyer would come to the point at once state the matter in a plain business-like way and trust that he might have the pleasure of representing etc etc but the simple methods are not those of the stage-lawyer he looks at the client and says you had a father the client starts how on earth did this calm, thin keen-eyed old man in black know that he had a father he shuffles and stammers but the quiet impenetrable lawyer cold, glassy eye on him and he is helpless subterchuge he feels is useless and amazed bewildered at the knowledge of his most private affairs possessed by this strange visitant he admits the fact he had a father the lawyer smiles with a quiet smile of triumph and scratches his chin you had a mother too if I am informed correctly he continues it is idle attempting to escape this man's supernatural acuteness and the client owns up to having a mother also from this the lawyer goes on to communicate to the client as a great secret the whole of his, the client's history from his cradle upward and also the history of his nearer relatives and in less than half an hour from the old man's entrance or say 40 minutes at the outside the client almost knows what the business is about on the other occasion when the client is 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 unpropious moment possible for breaking the news on the eldest daughter's birthday when there is a big party on is his favourite time he comes in about midnight and tells them just as they are going down to supper he has no idea business hours has the stage lawyer to make the thing as unpleasant as possible seems to be his only anxiety if he cannot work it for a birthday then he waits till there is a wedding on gets up early in the morning on purpose to run down and spoil the show to enter among the crowd of happy joyous fellow creatures and leave them utterly crushed and miserable is the stage lawyer's hobby the stage lawyer is a very talkative gentleman he regards the telling of his client's most private affairs to every stranger that he meets as part of his professional duties a good gossip with a few chance acquaintances about the family secrets of his employers is food and drink for the stage lawyer they all go about telling their own and their friend's secrets to perfect strangers on the stage whenever two people have five minutes to spare on stage they tell each other the story of their lives sit down and I will tell you the story of my life the stage equivalent of come 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 housemate under the chin it is good to be a good stage lawyer the good stage lawyer also wipes away a tear when sad things happen and turns away to do this and blows his nose and says he thinks that the fly is in his eye this touching trait in his character is always held in greater steam by the audience and is much applauded the 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 his early life but the heroine's mother that sainted woman who was here and knows business died and is now among the angels the gentleman who did marry her by the by is not quite so sure about this latter point but the lawyer is fixed on the idea 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 the latter fact and his wife and his mother-in-law spend most of the day in his office and make the dull place quite lively for him he has only one client she is a nice lady and affable but her antecedents are doubtful and she seems to be no better than she ought to be possibly worse but anyhow she is the sole business that the poor fellow has is in fact his only source of income and might one think under such circumstances be accorded a welcome by his family but his wife and mother-in-law on the contrary take a violent dislike to her the lawyer has to put her in the coal-scuttle or lock her up in the safe whenever he hears of either of these female relatives of his coming up the stairs we should not care to be the client of a farcical comedy lawyer legal transactions are trying to the nerves under the most favorable circumstances conducted by a farcical stage lawyer the business would be too exciting for us end of the lawyer in Stageland by Jerome K. Jerome this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit www.librivox.org The Adventurous in Stageland by Jerome K. Jerome she sits on a table and smokes a cigarette a cigarette on the stage is always a 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 YMCA the innocent joy of a pure-hearted boy long air demoralizing the influence of our wanted civilization has dragged him down into the depths of the short clay but behind the cigarette on the stage larks an ever-black arted villainry and abandoned woman head the Adventurous is generally of foreign extraction they do not make bad women in England the article is entirely of continental manufacture and has to be encorted 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 businesswoman 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 Adventurous 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's a whole tribe goes with her they all go with her usually when she calls on her young man and it is as much as she can do to persuade them to go into the next room even for five minutes and give her a chance when she is married they come and live with her they know her dreadful secret and it keeps them in comfort for years knowing someone'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 Adventurous 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 husbands no consideration no thought for their poor wives they are not a pre-possessing lot either those early husbands of hers what she could have seen in them to induce her to marry them is indeed a mystery the Adventurous 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 trusting people where she comes from the Adventurous 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 after once or twice start trying it seems to get quite to like it and goes on giving way to it and then it grows upon her until she cannot help herself and it becomes a sort of craving with her this habit of hers however a very trying one for her friends and husbands it makes things so uncertain something ought to be done to break her of it her husbands aren't hearing that she is dead go into raptures and rush off and marry other people they are starting off on their new honeymoon up she crops again as fresh as paint it really is most annoying for ourselves we will be the husband of the stage adventurers we should never after what we have seen of the species feel quite so justified in believing her to be dead unless we had killed her and buried her ourselves even then we should be more easy in our minds if we could arrange to sit on a grave for a week or so afterwards these women are so artful but it is not only the adventurers who will persist in coming to life again every time she is slaughtered they all do it on the stage they are also 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 kidding some of them can stand and still come up smiling in the next act not a penny worse for it they get stabbed and shot and thrown over precipices thousands of feet high and bless you it does them good it's like a tonic to them as for the young man that is coming home to see his girl you simply cannot kill him Achilles was a summer rose compared with him nature and mankind have not sufficient materials in hand as to kill that man science has but the strength of pulling 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 fully enough to do so but it is no good you are imagining that everything of the kind can hurt him because it can't there will be thousands of people killed thousands in each instance but one human being will always escape 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 he always turns out to be another fella who is like him or who has his 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 blocks saloon at the time of the explosion took place and so the other engineer who had been doing my work when it has just turned to be off was killed along with all of the crew oh thank heaven thank heaven for that ejaculate the pious old lady and the comic man is so overcome with devout joy that he has to relieve his over strained heart by drawing his young woman on one side and grossly insulting her all attempts to kill this young man ought really 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 expanded in seeking to lay up that one man which properly utilised might have finished off 10 million ordinary mortals it is sad to think of so much wasted effort he, the young man coming home to see his girl did never take an insurance to it or even buy her tip bits it would be needless expenditure in his case on the other hand to make matters equal, as it were there are some stage people so delicate that it is next door to impossible to keep them alive the inconvenient husband is a most pathetic example of this medical science is powerless to save this man when the last act comes around indeed we doubt whether medical science in its present state of development could even tell what is the matter with him or why he dies at all he looks healthy and robust enough and nobody touches him yet down he drops without a word of warning stone dead in the middle of the floor he always dies in the middle of the floor some folks like to die in bed but stage people don't they like to die on the floor we all have our different tastes the adventurer 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 around the stage and the thing is done all the bad characters die quickly on stage good characters take a long time over it and have a sofa down in the drawing room to do it on and have sobbing relatives and good old doctors fooling around with them and can smile and forgive everybody bad stage characters have to do the whole job whole job dying speech and all in about ten seconds and do it with their clothes on into the bargain which must make it most uncomfortable it is repentance that kills off the bad people in play 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 ever be taken with our advice to wicked people could undoubtedly be never repent if you value your life don't repent it always means sudden death to return to our adventurous she is by no means a bad woman there is much good enough 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 sentiment for that irritating ass than a desire to throw bricks at him the stage adventurers would be a much better woman too if it were not for the heroine the adventurers makes the most complete arrangements for being noble and self sacrificing that is for going away and never coming back and it 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 adventurers can be good while the heroine is about the sight of the heroine routies every bad feeling in her breast we can sympathise with her in this respect the heroine often affects ourselves in precisely the same way there is a good deal to be said in favour of the adventurers true, she possesses rather too much sarcasm and reparty to make things quite agreeable around the domestic half 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 child if she ever had one she is left it on somebody's doorstep which presuming there is no water handy to drown it seems to be about the most sensible thing she could have done with it she is not oppressively good she never wants to be unhanded or let to pass she is not always being shocked or insulted by people telling her that they love her she does not seem to mind if they do she is not always fainting and crying and sobbing and wailing and moaning like the good people in the play are oh they do have an untapped time of it the good people in plays and then she is the only person in the place who can sit on the comic man we sometimes think it would be a fortunate thing for him if they were allowed to marry and settle down quietly with Eero she might make a man out of him in time End of The Adventurers in Stageland by Jerome K. Jerome this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit www.librivox.org the Servant Girl in Stageland by Jerome K. Jerome there are two types of Servant Girl to be met with on the stage this is an unusual allowance for one profession there is the lodging house Slavey she has a good heart and a smutty face and is always dressed according to the latest fashion in Scarecrows her leading occupation is the cleaning of boots she cleans boots all over the house at all hours of the day she comes and sits down at the hero's breakfast table and cleans them over the poor fellow's food she comes into the drawing room cleaning boots she has her own method of cleaning them too she rubs off the mud puts on the blacking and polishes them all up 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's any leather left yet it never seems to get any brighter nor indeed can you expect it to because for when you look close you can see it is patent leather boot that she has been throwing herself upon all this time somebody is having a lark with the poor girl the lodging house Slavey brushes her hair with the boot brush and blacks the end of her nose with it acquainted with a lodging house Slavey once a real one, we mean she was the handmaiden of the house in Bloomsbury where we once hung out she was untidy in her dress it is true but she had not quite that cast away and gone to sleep in a dustbin appearance that we, an early student of drama felt she ought to present and we questioned her one day on the subject how is it Safrinia we said that you distantly resemble a human being instead of giving one the idea of an animated rag shop don't you ever polish your nose with the blacking brush or rub coal into your head or wash your face in 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 ballet idiot like that for and we have not liked but the question elsewhere since then on the stage the villa servant girl is a very different personage she is a fetching little thing dresses bewitchedly and is always clean her duties are to dust the legs of chairs in the drawing room that is the only work she ever has to do but it must be confessed she does it thoroughly she never comes into the room without dusting the legs of these chairs and she dusts them again before she goes out if anything ought to be free from dust in the stage house it should be the legs of drawing room chairs she is going to marry the man servant is the stage servant girl as soon as they have saved up sufficient out of their wages to buy a hotel they think they will like to keep a hotel they don't understand a bit about the business which you believe is a complicated one but this does not trouble them in the least they quarrel a good deal over their love making the stage servant girl and her young man they always come into the drawing room to do it they have got the kitchen and there is the garden with a fountain and mountains in the background you can see it through the window but no no place in or about the house is good enough for them to quarrel except in the drawing room they quarrel there so vigorously that it interferes with the dusting of the chair legs she ought not to be long in saving up sufficient to marry on the generosity of people on the stage to the servants there makes one seriously consider the advisability of ignoring the unrenewable professions of ordinary life and starting a new and more promising career as a stage servant 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 five pound notes into her hand and gives her ten the stage servant is very impudent to the mistress and the master he falls in love with her and he does upset the house so sometimes the servant girl is good and faithful and then she is Irish all good servant girls on the stage are Irish all the male visitors are expected to kiss the stage servant girl when they come into the house and dig her in the ribs and say do you know Jane I think you are an Irish girl click they always say this and she likes it many years ago when we were young we thought we would see if things were the same off the stage and the next time we called at a certain friend's house we tried this business on she wasn't quite so dazzlingly beautiful as they are on the stage but we passed that she showed us into the drawing room and then said we should go and tell the mistress we were there we felt this was the time to begin we skipped between her and the door we held out our hat in front of us cocked our head to one side and said don't go don't go you'll seem alarmed we began to get a little nervous ourselves but we had begun it and we meant to go through with it we said do you know Jane her name wasn't Jane but that wasn't our fault do you know Jane I think you are uncommonly nice girl and we said click and dug her in the ribs with her 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 we went on we put on the customary expression of comic imbecility and beckoned the girl to us we have never seen this fail on the stage but this girl seemed made wrong she got behind the sofa and screamed help 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 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 over we chivvied the girl around the sofa and caught her near the door and kissed her she scratched her face yelled police murder and fire and fled from the room our friend came in almost immediately and said I say J. R. Mann, are you drunk? we told him no that we were only a student of drama his wife then entered in a towering fashion she didn't ask us if we were drunk she said how dare you come in here in this state? we endeavoured unsuccessfully to induce her to believe that we were sober and we explained that our course of conduct was what was always pursued on the stage she said she didn't care what was done on the stage it wasn't going to be pursued in her house and that if her husband's friends couldn't behave like gentlemen they had better stop away 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 punched Miss Hemmings in the side struck her under the chin and afterward seized 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 pay fifty pounds compensation they would advise their client Miss Matilda Hemmings to allow the matter to drop otherwise criminal proceedings would at once be commenced against us we took the letter to our own solicitors and explained the circumstances to them they said it seemed to be a very sad case but advised us to pay the fifty pounds and we borrowed the money and it so since then we have lost faith somehow in the British drama as a guide to the conduct of life end of The Servant Girl in Stageland by Jerome K. Jerome this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit www.librivox.org The Child in Stageland by Jerome K. Jerome it is nice and quiet and it talks prettily 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 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 us but not prettily not at all rather rude we should call it but the stage child is very different it is clean and tidy you can touch it anywhere and nothing comes off its face glows with soap and water from the appearance of his hands it is evident that mud pies and tar are joys unknown to it as for its hair there is something uncanny about its smoothness and respectability even its boot places are done up we have never seen anything like the stage child outside of a theatre accepting one that was on a pavement in front of a tailor's shop in Tottenham Court Road he stood on a bit of round wood and it was fifteen and nine his style we thought in our ignorance prior to this that there could not be anything in the world like the stage child but you see we were mistaken the stage child is affectionate to his parents and its nurse and is respectful in its demeanour towards those whom Providence has placed in authority over it it is certainly much to be preferred over the real article it speaks of its male and female progenitors as dear papa dear dear mamma and it refers to its nurse as darling nursey we are connected with a youthful child ourselves a real one, a nephew he alludes to his father when his father is not present as the old man and always calls the nurse old nutcrackers not 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 around the house and screeching and yelling till nobody knows whether they are on their heads or their heels the stage child does not get up at five o'clock in the morning to practice playing on a penny whistle the stage child never wants a bicycle and drives you mad about it the stage child does not ask 20 complicated questions a minute about things you don't understand and then wind up by asking you why you don't seem to know anything and why wouldn't anybody teach you anything when you're a little boy the stage child does not wear a hole in the seat of his knickerbockers and have to have a patch let in the stage child comes downstairs on its feet the stage child never brings home six other children to play horses in the front garden and then wants to know if they can all come in to tea the stage child never has hooping cough and the measles and every other disease that he can lay his hands on and be laid up with one of them after another and turn the house upside down the stage child's department in the scheme of life is to harrow up its mother's feelings by ill times and uncalled for questions about its father it always wants to know before a room full of people where dear papa is and why he has left dear mama when, as all the guests know the poor man is doing his two years hard or waiting to be hanged it makes everybody so uncomfortable it is harrowing up everybody the stage child it really ought not to be left as it is when it is done upsetting its mother it fishes out some broken heart in maid who has been cruelly severed forever on 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 at any subject it can think particularly calculated to lacerate the poor girl's heart until her brain nearly gives way after that it runs up and down the whole play and makes everybody sit up all around it asks eminently respectable old mates if they wouldn't like to have a baby and it wants to know why bald-headed old men have been left off wearing hair and why other old gentlemen have red noses and if they are always that colour in some plays it so happens that the less said about the origin and source of the stage child the better and in some cases nothing will appear so important to the contrary brat as to know in the middle of an evening party who its father was everybody loves the stage child they catch it up in their bosoms every other minute and weep over it they take it in turns to do this nobody on the stage we mean ever has enough of the stage child nobody tells the stage child to shut up or get out of this nobody ever clumps the stage child over the head when the real child goes to the theatre it must notice these things and wish he were a stage child the stage child is admired by the audience its pathos makes them weep its tragedy thrills them its declamation as for instance when he takes the centre of the stage and says it will kill the wicked man and the police and everybody who hurts its masters like them a trumpet note and its light comedy is generally held to be the most truly humorous thing in the whole range of dramatic art but there are some people who 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 rather pity them we ourselves had a friend who once suffered from this misfortune he was a married man and providence had been very gracious very good to him he had been blessed with 11 children and they were all growing up well and strong the baby was 11 weeks old and then came the twins who were getting on for 15 months and they were both 20th nicely the youngest girl was 3 there were 5 boys 8, 7, 8, 9, 10 and 12 respectively good enough lads but well their boys will be boys you know we were just the same ourselves when we were young the two eldest were both pleasant girls as their mother said and the only pity that they would quarrel so with each other we never knew a healthier set of boys and girls they were so full of energy and dash the friend was very much out of sorts one evening when we called on him it was holiday time and wet weather he had been at home all day and so had all the children he was telling his wife when we entered the room that if the holidays were to last much longer those twins did not hurry up and get their teeth quickly he should have to go away and join the county council he could not stand the racket his wife said she could not see what he had to complain of she was sure better-hearted children than no man could have our friend said he didn't care a store about their hearts it was their legs and arms and lungs that were driving him crazy he also said that he would go out with us and get away from it for a bit or he should go mad he proposed to theatre and we accordingly made our way toward the strand our friend, enclosing the door behind him said he could not tell us what relief it was to get away from all those children he said he loved children very much indeed, but it was a mistake to have too much of anything however much he liked it and that he could come to one conclusion that 24 hours a day of them was enough for anyone he said he did not want to see another child or hear another child until he got home he wanted to forget that there were such things as children in the world we got up to the strand and dropped into our first theatre we came to the curtain went up and on the stage was a small child in his nice shirt and screaming for his mother our friend looked said one word and bolted and we followed we went a little further and dropped into another theatre here there were two children on the stage some grown up people were standing around 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 theatre there were all children there it was somebody or others children's company performing an opera or pantomime or something like that our friend said he would not venture into another theatre he said he had heard there were places called musicals and he begged us to take us to one of these and not tell his wife we inquired of a policeman and found that there were really such places and we took him to one the first thing we saw were two little boys doing tricks on a horizontal bar we did not meet his customary program of flying and cursing but we restrained him we assured him that he would really see a grown up person if he waited a bit so he sat out of the boys and also their little sister on a bicycle and waited for the next hour it turned out to be an infant phenomenon who sang and danced in 14 different costumes and we once more fled our friend said he could not go home in the state he was he felt he should kill the twins if he did he pondered for a while and then thought he would go and hear some music he said he thought a little music would soothe and ennoble him and make him feel more like a Christian than he did at that precise moment we were near St James Hall so we went in there the hall was densely crowded and we had great difficulty in forcing our way up to the seats we reached them at length and then turned our eyes towards the orchestra the marvellous boy pianist only ten years old was giving a recital as he thought he would give it up and go home we asked him if he would like to try another place on the museum so he said no he said that when you come to think of it it seemed a waste of money for a man with eleven children of his own to go about to places of entertainment nowadays end of The Child in Stageland by Jerome K. Jerome this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit www.librivox.org The Comic Lovers in Stageland by Jerome K. Jerome oh they are funny the comic lovers mission in life is to serve as a sort of relief to the misery caused to the audience by the other characters in the play and all that is wanted now is something that will be a relief to the comic lovers they have nothing to do with the play but they come on immediately after anything very sad has happened and make love this is why we watch sad scenes on the stage with such patience we are not eager for them to be got over 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 when they are finished the comic lovers will come on they are always very rude to each other the comic lovers everybody is more or less rude and insulting to everybody else on the stage they call it repRT there we tried the effect or little stage repRT upon some people in real life and we wish we hadn't afterward it was too subtle for them but it was before a magistrate for using language calculated to cause a breach of the peace and we will find two pounds and costs they are more lenient to wit and humour on the stage and know how to encroach the art of Vichyperrelation but the comic lovers carry the practice almost to excess they are more than rude they are abusive they insult each other from morning to night what their married life will be like we shudder to think in the various slanging matches and bully-rugging competitions which form their courtship it is always the maiden that is most successful against her merry flow of invective and girlish wealth of offensive personalities and the incidents and abuse of her boyish adora cannot stand for one moment to give an idea of the comic lovers woo we perhaps cannot do better than sub-join the following brief example scene main thoroughfare in populous district of London time noon not sold to be seen anywhere enter comic lover S right walking in the middle of the road enter comic lover left also walking in the middle of the road they neither see the other until they bump up against each other in the centre why Jane who'd have thought of meeting you here you evidently didn't stupid hello got out of bed the wrong side again I say Jane if you go on like that you'll never get a man to marry you so I thought when I engaged myself to you oh come Jane don't be hard well one of us must be hard you're soft enough yes I shouldn't want to marry you if I weren't ha ha ha oh you jibbering idiot so glad I am we shall make a capital match attempts to kiss her slipping away yes and you'll find I'm a match that can strike fetches him a violent blow over the side of his head holding his jaw in a literal sense we mean I can't help feeling smitten by her yes I'm a bit of a spanker ain't I spanker I call you a regular stunner you've nearly made me silly oh no nature did that for you Joe long ago oh well you've made me smart enough now you boss-eyed old Carol you Carol am I ah I suppose that's what makes me so fond of a calf you German sausage on legs you go along your mother brought you up on sour milk yeah they weaned you on this walls didn't they and so on with such like Bartnich do they hang about in the middle of that road showering derision and continuity upon each other for full ten minutes when with one culminating burst of mutual abuse they go off together fighting and the street is left once more deserted it is very curious by the by 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 quarter of an hour on a summer's afternoon while they plotted a most diabolical outrage 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 alright 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 is a bus at the top of Whitehall and it appears to be blocked how it managed to get blocked we cannot say it has the whole of the road to itself and is in fact itself the only traffic for miles around and it sticks for hours the police make no attempt to move it and the passengers seem quite contented the Thames Embankment is even still more lonesome and desolate part wounded stage spirits fly from the haunts of men and leaving the cold hard world far far behind go and die in peace on the Thames Embankment and other wanderers finding their skeletons afterwards bury them there and put up rude crosses to mark the spot the comic lovers are often very young and when people on the stage are young they are young he is supposed to be about sixteen and she is fifteen but they both talk as if they were not more than about seven in real life boys of sixteen know a thing or two we have generally found the average boy of sixteen nowadays usually smokes a cavendish and does a little on the stocks exchange and as for love he is quite got over it by that age on the stage however the new born babe is not in it for innocence with the boy lover of sixteen so too the maiden most girls are fifteen of the stage so our experience goes know as much as there is actually any necessity for them to know Mr. Gilbert not withstanding but when we see a young lady of fifteen on the stage we wonder where her cradle is the comic lovers do not have the facilities for love making that the hero and heroine do the hero and heroine have big rooms to make love in with a fire and plenty of easy chairs so they can sit about in picturesque attitudes and do it comfortably or if they want to do it out of doors they have a ruined abbey with a big stone set in the centre and moonlight the comic lovers on the other hand are standing up all the time in busy streets or in cheerless looking and curiously narrow rooms in which there is no furniture whatsoever 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 the comic lovers have to shout at each other end of The Comic Lovers in Stage Land by Jerome K. Jerome this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit www.librivox.org The Peasants in Stage Land by Jerome K. Jerome they are so clean we have seen peasantry off the stage and it is presented and untidy occasionally it is reputable and unwashed appearance but the stage peasant seems to spend all his wages on soap and hair oil they are always around the corner or rather around the two corners and they come on in a couple of streams and meet in the centre and when they are in their proper position they smile there is nothing like the stage peasant smile in this world nothing so perfectly inane so calmly imbecile they are so happy they don't look it but we know they are happy 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 and they can't help it because they are so happy when they are more than usually rollicking they stand in a semi circle with their hands on each other's shoulders and sway from side to side trying to make themselves sick but this is only when they are simply bursting with joy stage peasants never have any work to do sometimes we see them going to work sometimes coming home from work but nobody has ever actually seen them at work they could not afford to work it would spoil their clothes they are sympathetic are stage peasants they never seem to have affairs of their own to think about but they make up for this by taking a 300 horsepower interest in things in which they have no earthly concern what particularly arouses them is the heroine's love affairs they could listen to them all day they yearn to hear what she said to him and told what he replied to her and they repeated to each other in our own love sick days we often used to relate to various people all the touching conversations that took place between our lady love and ourselves but our friends never seem to get excited over it on the contrary a casual observer might have even been led to the idea that they were bored by our recital and they had trains to catch and then to meet before they got a quarter of through the job are how often in those days we yearned for the sympathy of stage peasantry we would have crowded round us eager not to miss a one word of the thrilling narrative who would have rejoiced with us with our encouraging laugh and would have condoled with us with a grieved o and would have gone off by the way this is a beautiful trait in the character of the stage peasantry they are prompt and unquestioning compliance with the slightest wish of any of the principles leave me friends beginning to make preparations for weeping and before she can turn round they are clean gone one not to the right evidently making for the back entrance of a public house the other half to the left 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 they've never heard of they seem to be able to grasp and understand these stories with ease this makes the audience envious of them when the stage peasantry do talk however they soon make up for lost time they start off all together with a suddenness that nearly knocks you over they all talk nobody listens watch any two of them they are both talking as hard as they can go they have been listening quite enough to other people you can't expect them to listen to each other but the conversation under such conditions must be very trying and they flirt so sweetly so idyllically it has been our privilege to see royal peasantry flirt and it has voiced struck us with a very solid and substantial affair makes one think somehow of a steamroller flirting with a cow but on the stage it is so silk like she has short skirts and her stockings are so much tidier and better fitting than these things in real peasant life and she is arch and coy she turns away from him and laughs such a silvery laugh and he is ruddy and curly-haired and has on her such beautiful waistcoat how can she help would love him she is so tender and devoted and holds her by the waist and she slips around and comes up to the other side how it is so bewitching the stage peasantry like to do their lovemaking as much in public as possible some people fancy a place or to themselves for this sort of thing where nobody else is about we do ourselves but the stage peasant is a more sociably inclined give him the village green just outside the public house or the square or market day to do some spooning in they are very faithful our stage peasants no jilting, no fickleness, no breach of promise if the gentleman in pink walks out with the lady in blue in the first act pink and blue will be married in the end he sticks to her all through and she sticks to him girls in yellow may come and go girls in green may laugh and dance the gentleman in pink eats them not blue is his colour he stands beside it he sits beside it he drinks with her, he smiles with her he laughs with her, he dances with her and he comes on with her and 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 quarrelling but we should prefer an occasional change ourselves there are no married people in stage villages consequently, of course, happy village I hope you discover it and spend a month there there are just the same number of men as there are women in all stage villages and they are all about the same age and each young man loves some young woman but they never marry they talk a lot about it but they never do it the artful beggars they see too much of what it is like among the principles the stage peasant is fond of drinking and when he drinks he likes to let you know he is drinking none of your quiet half pint inside the bar for him he likes to come out in the street and sing about it and do tricks with it such as turning it topsy-turvy over his head notwithstanding all this, he is moderate, mind you you can't say he takes too much one small jug of ale among forty is his usual allowance he has a keen sense of humour 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 he will however properly kill him wrong rose to love this day pleasant after a while he is so good so childlike, so unwieldy he realises one's ideal of Christianity end of The Peasant in Stageland by Jerome K. Jerome this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit www.librivox.org The Good Old Man in Stageland by Jerome K. Jerome he has lost his wife but he knows where she is among the angels she isn't all gone because the heroine has her hair ah you've got your mother's hair sister good old man feeling the girl's hand all over as she kneels beside him and they all wipe away a tear the people on the stage think very highly of the good old man but they don't encourage him much after the first act he generally dies in the first act if he does not seem likely to die they murder him he is 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 he goes before even act one 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 company no matter how sound the promising affair it may have always been and may still seem to know that the company is a goner 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 is the good old man in it if so, that would decide us when the good old man is a trustee for anyone he can battle against adversity much longer he is a plucky old fellow and while that trust money lasts he keeps a brave heart and fights on boldly it is not until he has spent every last penny that he gives away 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 world, the hollow, heartless world will call it a swindle and regard him generally as a precious old fraud this idea quite troubles the good old man but the world really ought not to blame him no one, we are sure could be more ready or willing to make amends when found out and to put matters right he will cheerfully sacrifice his daughter's happiness and marry her off to the villain the villain by the way has never a penny to bless himself with and cannot even pay his own debts let alone helping anyone else out of a scrape but the good old man does not think of this our own personal theory based upon 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 dumb-tong foolishness that is strangely suggestive of the hero he is just a sort of old man we should imagine the hero would develop into we may of course be wrong but that is our idea end of the good old man in Stageland by Jerome K. Jerome this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit www.librivox.org the Irishman in Stageland by Jerome K. Jerome he says sure and bidad and in moments of exultation begorra! 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 landlord 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 man such as the agent or the informer but in these cases it invariably turns out in the end that this man was all along a Scotsman and thus what had been a mystery becomes clear and explicable the stage Irishman is always doing the most wonderful things imaginable we do not see him do these wonderful things he does them when nobody is by and tells us all about them afterward that is how we know of them we remember on one occasion when we were young and somewhat inexperienced planking our money down and going into a theatre solely and purposefully to see the stage Irishman do the things he was depicted as doing on the posters outside they were really marvellous the things he did on that poster in the right upper hand corner he appeared running across the country on all fours with a red herring sticking out of his coattails while far behind him came even hunting him but their chance of ever catching him was clearly hopeless to the left he was represented as running away over one of the wildest and most rugged bits of landscape we have ever seen with a very big man on his back six policemen stood scattered about a mile behind him they had evidently been running after him but had at last given up the pursuit as useless in the centre 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 about at the floor the survivors however were enjoying themselves immensely and of all that gay group he was the gayest at the moment chosen by the artist he had just succeeded in cracking the bridegroom skull we must see this, we said to ourselves this is good and we had a bobsworth but he did not do any of the things that we had mentioned after all, at least, we mean we did not see him do any of them it seems he did them off and then came on and told his mother all about it afterwards he told it very well but somehow or other we were disappointed we had so reckoned on that fight by the by we have noticed even among the characters of real life a tendency to perform most of their wonderful feats off it had been our privilege since then we have seen the hero holding the villain up high above his head and throwing him about carelessly that we would have felt afraid he would break something with him we have seen a heroine leaping from the roof of a house on one side of the street and being caught by the comic man standing on the roof of the house the other side of the street and thinking nothing of it we have seen railway trains rushing into each other at a rate of 60 miles an hour we have seen houses blown up by dynamite 200 feet into the air we have seen the defeat of the Spanish Armada the destruction of Pompeii and the return of the British army from Egypt in one set each such incidents as earthquakes wrecks in mid-ocean revolutions and battles we take no note of they are being commonplace and ordinary but we do not go inside to see these things now we have two looks at the poster instead it is more satisfying the Irishman to return to our friend is fond of whiskey the stage Irishman we mean whiskey is forever in his thoughts and often in other places belonging to him besides the fashion interest among stage Irishman is rather picturesque than neat Taylor's must have had a hard time of it in stage Ireland the stage Irishman also has an original taste in hats he always wears a hat without a crown whether to keep his head cool or with any political significance we cannot say end of the Irishman in stage land by Jerome K. Jerome this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit www.librivox.org the detective in stage land is by Jerome K. Jerome ah here's a cute one he is possibly in real life he would not be deemed anything extraordinary but by contrast with the average stage men and women anyone who is born full naturally appears somewhat Machiavellian he is the only man in the play who does not swallow all the valentism and believes it and comes 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 recognising their friends not by their faces and voices but by their cloaks and hats 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 lost and does not know where she is she puts on a yellow cloak and a green hat and coming in at another door she says she is a lady from the country and does he want a housekeeper having lost his beloved wife and feeling that there is no one now to keep his children quiet he engages her she puzzles him a good deal this new housekeeper there is something about her strangely reminds him of his darling Nell which she has not had time to change suddenly the slow ag passes away until one day as it is getting their closing time she puts on the blue Ulster and the red bonnet again and comes in the original door then he recognises her and asks her where she has been all these cruel years even the bad people who has a rule do possess a little sense indeed they are the only persons in the play who ever pretend to any are deceived by singularly thin disguises the detective comes in to their secret councils with his hat drawn 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 their plans if the villains can't get themselves found out that way then they go into a public tea-garden and recount their crimes to another in a loud tone of voice they evidently think it is only fair to give the detective a chance the detective must not be confounded with policemen the stage policeman is always on the side of the villain the detective backs virtue the stage detective is in fact an earthly agent of discerning and benevolent providence he stands by and allows vice to be triumphant and the good people to be persecuted for a while without interference then when he considers that we've all had enough of it to which conclusion by the by he arrives at somewhat late he comes forward handcuffs the bad people sorts out and gives back the good people all their various estates and wives promises the chief for the 20 years penal servitude and all his joy end of the detective in Stageland by Jerome K. Jerome this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit www.librivox.org the sailor in Stageland by Jerome K. Jerome 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 ever see a real sailor pull his trousers up and then he did not do it a bit like they do it on the stage the stage sailor places his right hand behind him and is left in front leaps up into the air kicks out his leg behind in a gay and bird like way and the thing is done the real sailor that we saw began by saying a bad word then he leaned up against a brick wall and undid his belt pulled up the bags as he stood there he never attempted to leap up into the air tucked in his jersey shook his legs and walked on it was a most unpicturous performance to watch the thing that the stage sailor most craves in his life is that somebody should shiver his timbers shiver my timbers is the request he makes to everyone he meets but nobody ever does it his chief desire with regard to the other people in the play is that they should belay their avast we do not know how this is done but the stage sailor is a good and kindly man and we feel convinced that he would not recommend this exercise if it were not conductive to piety in health 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 steward who offered to do a cellar flap for a pot of four half but that was not what we wanted the stage sailor is gay and rollyking the real sailors we have met have been some of them the most worthy and single minded of men but they have appeared sedate rather than gay and they haven't rolled much the stage sailor seems to have an easy time of it when he is at sea the hardest work we have seen him do has been the folding up of a rope or dusting the sides of a ship but it is only in his very busy moments that he has to work to this extent most of his time is occupied in chatting with the captain by the way speaking of the sea few things are more remarkable in their behaviour than a stage sea it must be difficult to navigate in a stage sea the currents are so confusing as for the waves there is no knowing how to steer for them they are so tricky at one moment they are all on the starboard the sea on the other side of the vessel being perfectly calm and the next instant they have crossed over all are on the starboard and before the captain can think how to meet this new dodge the whole ocean has slid around and got itself into a heap at the back of him seamanship is useless against such a very unprofessional conduct as this and the vessel is wrecked a wreck at stage sea is a truly awful sight the thunder and the 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 bull box fly flat on the deck and the mast goes straight up into the sky and disappears then the water reaches the powder magazine and there's a terrific explosion this is followed by the sound as of linen sheets being ripped up and the passengers and crew downstairs into the cabin evidently with the idea of getting out of the way of the sea which has climbed up and is now level with the deck the next moment the vessel separates in the middle and goes off right and left as to make the room for the small boat containing the heroine the child the comic man and one sailor the way small boats are managed at stage sea is even more wonderful than the way in which ships are sailed to begin with everybody sits sideways along the middle of the boat all facing starboard they do not attempt to row one man does all the work with one skull this skull he puts down through the water until he touches the bed of the ocean and then he shoves deep sea punting would be the technical term for this method we presume in this way they do toil or rather to speak correctly does the one man toil through the awful night until with joy they see before them the lighthouse rocks the lighthouse keeper comes out with a lantern the boat is running amongst the breakers and all are saved and then the band plays the end end of the sailor in stage land by Jerome Clay Jerome