Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: II ON THE RUN Chicago, Feb. 20th, 190—. Being a Butterfly isn't all it's cracked up to be. There's a blizzard going on, and it has held the boards ever since we tooted into this prairie town—why, every old thing is buried under a foot of soot and a foot of snow. McCann has a sore throat. It's no steam-heated, elevatored apartment, with a Buttons at the front entrance for ours. No, what we draw is a back street exit where a Lake breeze plays in at the keyhole like a trombone, when the hall-door is opened. We go skating along over slippery sidewalks, gripping on to each other, till we land plump in a pile of snow. Then we squirm through andthere's the stage door. I see sables are marked down to $4.92 cts. so perhaps I can save up and get one next week. A girl must dress. The first night we got here we rehearsed from three o'clock in the afternoon—it was Sunday—till three that night. The chorus has to change its clothes six times, and most of the girls has at least five different dance steps. Most of them we had wrong. In the last act I wear an electric blue spangle gown, with a big hat to match, with a pink feather falling off the crown. While we performed the principals sat in the scenery and had a talkfest. Miss Wyncote must be at least thirty-five. She has a beautiful figure, but she's big and stiff and walks as if she was afraid some one wouldn't know she was a lady. She's smooth. She smiles when we speak to her, but I wouldn't dare now to set next to her any more than I would to go up and chuck the manager under the chin. I think she's got a case onthe star. He's such a dear! I love his vests! His voice is so grand when he sings " Good-bye, my Lady-lov' " at the rehearsals, with his hat on the side of his head. It is a derby, so some of the chorus men wear derbys no... --This text refers to an alternate Paperback edition.