70 A FEW MEMORIES
be of home manufacture, and common to every small town we appeared in. Until one learned that its meaning was not as awe-inspiring as it sounded, it hung like the sword of Damocles over the heads of all young artists like ourselves bent on "barn-storming." Financially the visit was also successful, for the theatre was packed, gangways included, at each performance. A year later we returned to the same town with a company organized by my old friend Mr. Thomas Hall. He had arranged for a short tour with several utility men and women, the leading juvenile comedian of the Walnut Street Theatre, Philadelphia, and a few other stray actors from the same city. These were styled on the bills "A Company of Metropolitan Artists?
We played to such full houses at Owensboro that it was decided to give a morning performance, and a "grand matinee" at two o'clock was accordingly announced. Why a matinee should be invariably called " grand " on the bills has always puzzled me. " The Lady of Lyons" was the play. When I arrived to dress for Pauline not a creature had appeared in the auditorium. It was already half-past one. The experienced old stage-manager's advice not to dress for the play