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<p>“Yes, Lynn, I quit the stage at the end of last season. I quit it because I was sick of the life. And especially because my heart and soul were sick of men—of the kind of men we stage people have to be up against. You know what the game is to us—its a fight against em all the way down the line from the manager who wants us to try his new motorcar to the bill-posters who want to call us by our front names.</p>
<p>“And the men we have to meet after the show are the worst of all. The stage-door kind, and the managers friends who take us to supper and show their diamonds and talk about seeing Dan and Dave and Charlie for us. Theyre beasts, and I hate em.</p>
<p>“I tell you, Lynn, its the girls like us on the stage that ought to be pitied. Its girls from good homes that are honestly ambitious and work hard to rise in the profession, but never do get there. You hear a lot of sympathy sloshed around on chorus girls and their fifteen dollars a week. Piffle! There aint a sorrow in the chorus that a lobster cannot heal.</p>
<p>“If theres any tears to shed, let em fall for the actress that gets a salary of from thirty to forty-five dollars a week for taking a leading part in a bum show. She knows shell never do any better; but she hangs on for years, hoping for the chance I that never comes.</p>
<p>“If theres any tears to shed, let em fall for the actress that gets a salary of from thirty to forty-five dollars a week for taking a leading part in a bum show. She knows shell never do any better; but she hangs on for years, hoping for the chance that never comes.</p>
<p>“And the fool plays we have to work in! Having another girl roll you around the stage by the hind legs in a Wheelbarrow Chorus in a musical comedy is dignified drama compared with the idiotic things Ive had to do in the thirty-centers.</p>
<p>“But what I hated most was the men—the men leering and blathering at you across tables, trying to buy you with Würzburger or Extra Dry, according to their estimate of your price. And the men in the audiences, clapping, yelling, snarling, crowding, writhing, gloating—like a lot of wild beasts, with their eyes fixed on you, ready to eat you up if you come in reach of their claws. Oh, how I hate em!</p>
<p>“Well, Im not telling you much about myself, am I, Lynn?</p>