Poems (Eytinge)/The call-boy's dream

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THE CALL-BOY S DREAM.
"All up for the last act, Vivien discovered;I'm mighty tired, that's a fact!" In the wing he hovered,Looking 'round with anxious face. "Everybody in his place?Yes, she's waiting for the cue; Now, I've nothin' more to do.
"How the fourth one seems to drag! It's everlastin' creepy.Why don't Philip spout the tag? I am so dreadful sleepy.These Christmas plays is awful slow, I don't get nothin' by 'em,The leadin'-man he's all the show, The rest—they on'y guy 'em."
Musing thus, he fell asleep, And dreamed that he was starring;His agents failed the dates to meet, His fame completely marring.And then it really was a shame, In spite of "ad." and posterThe critics made it all their aim To serve him up a "roaster."
His lines were hard, his lady-lead Was haughty and conceited;On every point they disagreed, And he retired defeated.The lad awoke, the dream was past: "This starring isn't all joy,"He wisely said. "Make out yer cast, An' put me down as call-boy."
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