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wealthier than he had been when he left. In fact, except for a serviceable pair of mohair trousers he said he had stolen from the half man half woman, who was currently dressing feminine, he was in precisely the same condition. He made a quick round of the booking offices, was offered a job, at no salary, as understudy to the rear end of a skin act, and finally dragged himself to the office of his former employer. The man was glad to see him; he reminisced about the good times in Atlantic City and expressed regret over the recent incident in Ohio, ascribing it to a villainous unit manager. The man had left the firm, he said, and Fields would be welcomed into another wandering troupe, with a three-dollar salary advance. There was no mention of back pay. The players left town in a week, this time taking a more southerly route. Fields juggled, played small parts, sang, danced, lectured, filled in for absentees, and, by degrees, found his job almost identical to his last stint with the company. But the new unit manager was vastly more satisfactory than the fugitive from Kent. Although he never paid anybody any salary, he looked Fields in the eye without flinching and his manner was frankly larcenous. He put the players at ease ; they knew he was going to rob them and wasted no time in idle speculation. His real talent, then, lay in his ability to remove worry from the unit, leaving the emphasis on artistry. He was popular with all hands. "A capital fellow, Baxter," they'd say. "A real, dyed-in-the-wool rogue, a skunk of the old school." Several of the cast, including Fields, placed wagers on Baxter's probable desertion, one fixing it near Trenton, another making it Reading, and a third declaring in favor of Pittsburgh. Fields kept piling change on Punxsatawney, a town whose name he liked (and which he used, intermittently, forever afterward ) , and lost heavily. The manager did not, in fact, disappear until they reached Wheeling, and then only after he'd bought a new suit, a certain giveaway of his intentions. Everybody agreed
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