stage-land[1].(舞台)-第10节
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playing on a penny whistle。 A stage child never wants a bicycle and
drives you mad about it。 A stage child does not ask twenty complicated
questions a minute about things that you don't understand； and then wind
up by asking why you don't seem to know anything； and why wouldn't
anybody teach you anything when you were a little boy。
The stage child does not wear a hole in the seat of its 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 at horses
in the front garden； and then wants to know if they can all come in to tea。
The stage child never has the wooping…cough； and the measles； and every
other disease that it can lay its hands on； and be laid up with them one
after the other 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…timed and uncalled…for questions about its father。
It always wants to know； before a roomful of people； where 〃dear papa〃 is；
and why he has left dear mamma； 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 always harrowing up somebodythe stage child； it really ought
not to be left about as it is。 When it has done upsetting its mother it
fishes out some broken…hearted maid； who has just been cruelly severed
forever from 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； and any other subject it can think of particularly calculated to
lacerate the poor girl's heart until her brain nearly gives way。
After that it runs amuck up and down the whole play and makes
everybody sit up all round。 It asks eminently respectable old maids if
they wouldn't like to have a baby； and it wants to know why bald…headed
old men have left off wearing hair； and why other old gentlemen have red
noses and if they were always that color。
In some plays it so happens that the less said about the origin and
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source of the stage child the better； and in such cases nothing will appear
so important to that 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。
Nobodyon the stage； we meanever has enough of the stage child。
Nobody ever tells the stage child to 〃shut up〃 or to 〃get out of this。〃
Nobody ever clumps the stage child over the head。
When the real child goes to the theater it must notice these things and
wish it were a stage child。
The stage child is much admired by the audience。 Its pathos makes
them weep； its tragedy thrills them； its declamationas for instance when
it takes the center of the stage and says it will kill the wicked man； and the
police； and everybody who hurts its marstirs them like 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 so 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
the rather pity them。
We ourselves had a friend once who suffered from this misfortune。
He was a married man； and Providence had been very gracious； very good
to him： he had been blessed with eleven children； and they were all
growing up well and strong。
The 〃baby〃 was eleven weeks old； and then came the twins； who were
getting on for fifteen months and were cutting their double teeth nicely。
The youngest girl was three； there were five boys aged seven； eight； nine；
ten； and twelve respectivelygood enough lads； butwell； there； boys will
be boys； you know； we were just the same ourselves when we were young。
The two eldest were both very pleasant girls； as their mother said； the only
pity was 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。
Our friend was very much out of sorts one evening when we called on
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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 and 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 no man could have。
Our friend said he didn't care a straw 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 a theater； and we accordingly made our way toward the
Strand。 Our friend； in closing the door behind him； said he could not tell
us what a relief it was to get away from those children。 He said he loved
children very much indeed； but that it was a mistake to have too much of
anything； however much you liked it； and that he had come to the
conclusion that twenty…two hours a day of them was enough for any one。
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 the first theater we came to。
The curtain went up； and on the stage was a small child standing in its
nightshirt and screaming for its mother。
Our friend looked； said one word and bolted； and we followed。
We went a little further and dropped into another theater。
Here there were two children on the stage。 Some grown…up people
were standing round 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 theater。 They
were all children there。 It was somebody or other's Children's Company
performing an opera； or pantomime； or something of that sort。
Our friend said he would not venture into another theater。 He said he
had heard there were places called music…halls； and he begged us to take
him to one of these and not to tell his wife。
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We inquired of a policeman and found that there really were such
places； and we took him into one。
The first thing we saw were two little boys doing tricks on a horizontal
bar。
Our friend was about to repeat his customary programme 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 the boys and also their
little sister on a bicycle and waited for the next item。
It turned out to be an infant phenomenon who sang and danced in
fourteen different costumes； and we once more fled。
Our friend said he could not go home in the state he was then； he felt
sure he should kill the twins if he did。 He pondered for awhile； and then
he thought he would go and hear some music。 He said he thought a little
music would soothe and ennoble himmake 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 to our seats。 We reached them at length； and then turned our
eyes toward the orchestra。
