Then the first drop was lifted in darkness and the scene changed to the interior of the squalid tenement in which the pathos of the little story unfolded, and a characteristic song was sung.  At length the scene changed to the throne room of the palace, where the plot resolved itself into happiness and the little opera closed with the “Quartet from Rigoletto.”

The act was a success; it never received less than five bows and always took two encores.  But we paid three hundred and fifty dollars for those miracles of drops, my partners and I, and we used them only one week.

In the first place, the drops were too big for the stage on which we “tried out” the act.  We could not use them there and played before the house street-drop and in the house palace set.  The act went very well.  We shipped the drops at length-rates—­as all scenery is charged for by expressmen and railroads—­to the next town.  There we used them and the act went better.  It was a question whether the bigger success was due to the smoother working of the act or to the beautiful drops.

The price for which the act was playing at that breaking-in period led me to ponder the cost of transporting the drops in their rolled-up form on the battens.  Therefore when I was informed that the stage in the next town was a small one, I had a bright idea.  I ordered the stage-carpenter to take the drops from their battens, discard the battens, and put pockets on the lower ends of the drops and equip the upper ends with tie ropes so the drops could be tied on the battens used in the various houses.  The drops would then fit small or large stages equally well and could be folded up into a small enough space to tuck in a trunk and save all the excess transportation charges.

Of course the drops folded up all right, but they unfolded in chips of scaled-off paint.  In the excitement, or the desire to “take a chance,” I had not given a thought to the plain fact that the drops were not aniline.  They were doomed to chip in time anyway, and folding only hastened their end.  Still, we received just as much money for the act all the time we were playing it, as though we had carried the beautiful drops.

Now comes the third lesson of this incident:  Although we were precisely three hundred and sixty-eight dollars “out” on account of the drops, we really saved money in the end because we were forced to discard them.  The local union of the International Association of Theatrical Stage Employees—­Stage Hands’ Union, for short—­tried to assess me in the town where we first used the drops, for the salary of a stage-carpenter.  According to their then iron-clad rule, before which managers had to bow, the scenery of every act carrying as many as three drops on battens had to be hung and taken down by the act’s own stage-carpenter—­at forty dollars a week.  They could not collect from such an act today because the rules have been changed, but our act was liable, under the old rules, and I evaded it only by diplomacy.  But even to-day every act that carries a full set of scenery—­such as a playlet requiring a special set—­must carry its own stage-carpenter.