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The grave danger that Mr Goble, a thick-necked man, would undergo some sort of a stroke was averted by the presence-of-mind of the stage-director, who, returning with the hat, presented it like a bouquet to his employer, and then his hands being now unoccupied, formed them into a funnel and through this flesh-and-blood megaphone endeavored to impart the bad news. "The girls say they won't go on!"
"It may look a little up-stage for a girl who hasn't got a line to read in the piece, but these days one must get the spot-light, or be a dead one. It reminds me of a little run-in I had with Graddy he's our stage-director, you know." She paused, awaiting the invitation to proceed, and, having received it, went gaily forward.
"Perhaps. But we're quite unanimous." Mr Goble, like most theatrical managers, was not good at words of over two syllables. "You're what?" "We've talked it over, and we've all decided to do what I said." Mr Goble's hat shot off again, and gambolled away into the wings, with the stage-director bounding after it like a retriever. "Whose idea's this?" demanded Mr Goble.
"Get out of the light!" bellowed Mr Goble, always a man of direct speech, adding "Damn you!" for good measure. "Please move to one side," interpreted the stage-director. "Mr Goble is looking at the set." The head carpenter, who completed the little group, said nothing. Stage carpenters always say nothing.
Goble knocked the ash off his cigar. "The public don't want epigrams. The public don't like epigrams. I've been in the show business fifteen years, and I'm telling you! Epigrams give them a pain under the vest. All right, get on." Mr Pilkington fluttered agitatedly. This was his first experience of Mr Goble in the capacity of stage-director.
"Cut it!" said Mr Goble tersely. "Cut the speech, Mr Goble?" queried the obsequious assistant stage-director. "Yes. Cut it. It don't mean nothing!" Down the aisle, springing from a seat at the back, shimmered Mr Pilkington, wounded to the quick. "Mr Goble! Mr Goble!" "Well?" "That is the best epigram in the play." "The best what?" "Epigram. The best epigram in the play." Mr.
After that it was neither Gloria nor himself who played the part of stage-director; that time-honoured responsibility was back in the hands of the oldest of all stage-managers. The wind that drives autumn leaves scurrying, the sun that awakens spring buds were no more resistless or inevitable forces than the one now voicing its dictates.
By sheer visual imagination in the setting and the handling of the stage, especially in the first act and the last, Mr. Miller contrived to endow the author's shallow fabric with the semblance of reality. On the other hand, Mr. Richard Walton Tully's play, The Rose of the Rancho, was spoiled by the cleverest stage-director of our day. Mr.
The gentleman who was playing the part of Lord Finchley, an English character actor who specialized in London "nuts," raised his eyebrows, annoyed. Like Mr Pilkington, he had never before come into contact with Mr Goble as stage-director, and, accustomed to the suaver methods of his native land, he was finding the experience trying.
True, the family was greatly reduced from what it had been in the old days of the Arcades and Comus, when Lawes was teacher of music to its budding girls and boys, and the master and stage-director of their tasteful masques and private concerts.
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