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Updated: May 13, 2025


"We've been thinking it over," said Daphne, "and we've come to the conclusion that you'd better call." "On whom? For what?" "Be call-boy." I rose to my feet. "Ladies and gentlemen," I said, "I have to thank you this day it is meant for a day, isn't it? for the honour you have done me. Although I can scarcely hope to sustain the role in a manner worthy of the best traditions of "

So the Clerk was called upon in the Press to give up his success on the boards and go back to his twenty-five shilling clerkship; but he refused to do this, and wrote a letter to a newspaper, headed, "Need an actor be able to act?" and, it being the off-season and the subject a likely one, the letter was answered next day by a member of the newspaper's staff temporarily disguised as "A Call-Boy" and all this gave the Clerk another lift.

Certainly, she is quite right to go to Mass, but religion does not forbid one to have a lover." "You think not?" asked the doctor. "I know my religion better than you, that's certain!" A lugubrious bell sounded, and the mournful voice of the call-boy was heard in the corridors: "The curtain-raiser is over!"

The heir to the oldest dukedom in England met there the latest champion of the latest phase of democratic socialism; the great tragedian from the Acropolis met the low comedian from the Levity on terms of as much equality as if they had met at the Macklin or the Call-Boy clubs; the President of the Royal Academy was amused by, and afforded much amusement to, the newest child of genius fresh from Paris, with the slang of the Chat Noir upon his lips and the scorn of les vieux in his heart.

There was a perpetual chatter with occasional outbursts of laughter, followed by peremptory commands of "Less noise down there!" In the midst of the hub-bub a call-boy gave the signal for the opening number of the chorus; the chatter and giggling ceased, and the bright costumes settled into a definite line as the girls filed up the stairs.

The Chinese stage has no curtain; and the orchestra is on the stage itself, behind the actors. There is no prompter and no call-boy. Stage footmen wait at the sides to carry in screens, small tables, and an odd chair or two, to represent houses, city walls, and so on, or hand cups of tea to the actors when their throats become dry from vociferous singing, which is always in falsetto.

"And the sympathetic current did the rest!" added Eugenie Gontier, looking at him tenderly. "Since then you have consecrated to me a part of whatever time is at your disposal, and I assure you that I never have been so happy, nor have felt so flattered, in my life." "Second act!" came the voice of the call-boy from the corridor.

A few moments before ten o'clock, leaving his horse at the rear of the theatre, in charge of a call-boy, he entered the building, passing rapidly to the little hallway leading to the President's box.

The actors find that out; he is admitted within the house as a "servitor" a call-boy, if you like; an apprentice, if you please.

She had a few moments to spare before the call-boy would summon her back to the stage. "There you mistake, my lady. When I was her age no one ever dreamed that I would succeed as a singer; but you see what resolution and study can do." "But you had study; your guardians gave plenty of time. Let her have that time; let her friends have an opportunity to think what is best for her." "Her friends?

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