stance we managed to improvise another
stage, and upon this we went through a little more of our "show."

AT ADDINGHAM FEAST--A JOKE THAT TOOK

Before we ventured upon a further public appearance with the "dolls" we
provided the show with better equipments. These included a tent, which,
along with a magic-lantern, we bought for a trifling matter from a
travelling photographer who went by the name of Old Kalo. The first of
our second series of entertainments took place at Addingham, where, it
being the Feast, we did very brisk "biz." During one of the intervals
between the performances, I remember a gentleman coming in and asking me,
"Do you think you could study a few lines for me, and introduce them into
your play?" "What are they about?" said I. Then my visitor told me that
he "had got a little fellow, Jacky Demaine, of Catgill, in the public
house opposite, and wanted me to talk about him during the acting." I
agreed to carry out his wishes, and my worthy friend, Howard, and I,
having been supplied with the "matter," commenced to rehearse the scene
we had prepared expressly for Jacky. There were two figures strutting
about the stage. "Good morning, Mr Catgill" said one of them. "Why, you
are smart this morning." "Well, you know it is Addingham Feast," was the
reply of the other figure. "Are you in want of a sweetheart?" "No," said
Jacky's double; "I came here to buy some cattle." Upon this the real
Jacky Demaine could "stand it" no longer, and he rose from a front seat
in the audience and made an "explanation." He wished to know "how the
little hound knew him," saying that he never had a pint o' beer with him
in his life! Then Jacky wanted to come behind the stage to talk to the
"little hound." Of course he was a little fresh. The audience "fairly
brought down the house" with their bursts of laughter, and people crowded
into the booth and around the entrance anxious to know what was the
matter. I have no doubt the little incident would be talked about for a
good while in Addingham.

"NOT ONE LEFT TO TELL THE TALE"

After this, we appeared with our show in the old Mechanics' Hall (now the
Yorkshire Penny Bank) at Keighley. A travelling auctioneer who was
staying there a week engaged us to give our performances during the
intervals at his sales. He paid us very well. But Mr Howard was in the
habit of taking more drink than was good for him, and he dispensed with
the "mummers" one by one, until there was