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From under my Hat
The transportation to the station the following morning was horse-and-sled. I'd enjoyed myself so much at the party that I still wore my paper hat and held the parasol over my head. For the few passers-by in the streets it pleasantly confirmed the legend that all stage people are crazy.
We got into a day coach that didn't have any heat. My getup teed off such a hilarious time that laughter and good spirits and general youth kept us warm until we reached our next stop.
Having decided, when I returned to New York, that acting wasn't enough for me and my next job must be as a prima donna, I studied hard at singing all summer long. I possessed one best dress, black satin, which the summer heat seemed to turn green, like Christmas jewelry.
The girls at the Three Arts Club got so tired of my changeable satin dress that they said if I didn't get something else they'd pour gasoline over me and set the dress afire. They were just the girls who could do it, too! So I loosened up and bought another outfit—which I needed anyway to hunt for another job!
The company of The Quaker Girl yielded a number of friendships that have lasted. Natalie Alt was the Quaker Girl. She had a lovely voice, and a sweet mother, who traveled with us. Later Natalie married a Chicago businessman and left the stage to raise a family. We're still friends.
In that company, too, I first met Theodosia de Coppet, later to become famous as Theda Bara. Theodosia played a Frenchwoman, with an accent that wouldn't fool a five-year-old. Oh, brother!
Theodosia then was a believer in spiritualism and read about it constantly. In a traveling theatrical troupe, when you have time on your hands, those things are contagious. Theo's spirits got me to the point where I began hearing tappings on the wall behind my bed. It might all have landed me in a booby hatch if I hadn't tumbled to the fact that I'm just too weak-minded to accept spirits. Also my arithmetic was so shaky I couldn't keep count of the knockings. So I gave the whole thing up.
Theo, however, went on her spiritualistic way. The following sea
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