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Updated: May 18, 2025
In the meantime I learned Tell's monologue, "Along this narrow path the man must come," by heart, and practised the aria, "Through the forest, through the meadows." Providence seemed to favor my plan, for it led me into an acquaintance with a certain Lipp, who, on account of his connections, was in a position to pave my way to the stage.
I could, as well as then, Peruse love's dictats in thy amorous cheeks, Enioy the pressure of thy modest lipp; But Ime enioynd by powerfull menaces T'infring my wonted use and to disclaime My vowes to thee. Thu.
His father was nothing less than the doorkeeper of the theatre; a splendid man with a shining red nose and coal-black beard reaching to his waist. The wise reader now knows how young Lipp came by a light-blue coat and red vest. My new friend from his earliest years had been constantly on the stage. He played the gamin in folk-scenes and the monster in burlesques.
When I opened my heart to Lipp and confided to him that I wanted to go on the stage, he reached out his broad hand to me with emotion and said, "And so do I." Hereupon we swore eternal friendship, and Lipp promised as soon as possible to procure me an opportunity for putting my dramatic qualifications to the test. From that hour his manner changed towards me.
You know feeling between the two provinces is intense. There was almost a mutiny in the second war year. And anything to help it along. To-morrow, Franz Lipp the new foreign minister of the Soviets will telegraph to Berlin recalling the Bavarian ambassador; there is one, you know a figurehead. And the good Franz will announce to the world that Bavaria has declared its independence of Prussia.
I swam in a sea of delight. A short time after, "Preciosa" was given, and Lipp told me that I could play the gypsy boy. They put a white frock on me and wound red bands crosswise about my legs. Then a chorister took me by the hand and led me up and down the back of the stage two or three times. That was my first appearance. It was also my last. The affair became known.
Here Lipp stopped speaking and dipped his brush in the paint-pot, for his master was coming around the corner of the house. One day Lipp disappeared. The authorities did everything in their power to find him, but in vain; and since, at that time, the river, on which the city stood, had overflowed its banks, it was decided that Lipp had perished.
The curtain went up for the third time, and on the stage, in fantastic scarlet dress, with a burning torch in his left hand, there stood a tall ah! a form only too well known to me. It was Lipp, who had been looked upon as dead. I saw how the unfortunate fellow with a smile put a lump of burning pitch in his mouth, and then everything began to swim around me.
And Lipp would take my apple from me with a smile, and devour it as if he were half-famished. Why did I allow it? In the first place because Lipp was beyond me in years and in strength, and in the second place, because he was the son of a very important personage.
To be sure, he was set free again after a few weeks as unqualified; but in the meantime his employer with the performing hares had gone nobody knew where, and Lipp was left solely dependent on his art, which he practised for some time in the neighboring towns and villages. The end of his artistic career is sad and melancholy. He fell a victim to his calling.
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