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Lynne Overman’ s Long Rehearsal 265
boots,” as he technically explained it, and wandered east to Chicago, where he made his first acquaintance with the Drama. It was at the Trocadero, where they sold stock burlesque to visiting firemen and agrarians, and Miss Milly De Leon was the shapely divinity of the show. It was her wont to slip a garter at every performance and have the damage repaired by an envied male confederate who sat in a stage box.
“So that was your first appearance as an actor?” I prematurely concluded.
“No,” said Mr. Overman; “I never got as high as Milly’s garter, but I stood in the lobby and sold imitations of it for twenty-five cents apiece. They were mounted on a plush card and made nice sleeve-holders for the firemen. Business was fair; I ate occasionally and drank often.”
When Milly’s garter had exhausted its spell for young Mr. Overman, he went to Seattle, where the racing and dicing were kind to him, and took his winnings to Sitka, Alaska, where the cost of drinking was so high as presently to drive him to commercial employment. He clerked for the Pacific Stores Company, without becoming the president or even the vice-president of that considerable corporation, and returned to home and school at Trenton, Missouri, subsequently to join Ward and Wade’s Mastodon Minstrels.
“End man?” I asked, hopefully.
“Not exactly,” said Mr. Overman. “I fetched hot water for the end men, and sold song books, and they let me play the cymbals in the parade. I forgot what I got for doing this, but one day when I told Bide Dudley, whose brother was one of the owners of the show, that I didn’t get it all, he came back at me in his colyum by saying: ‘What the hell’s he kicking