A Tyrant of the Stage.
How a fair favorite of the metropolitan public carries her triumphs with a high hand and makes her slaves parade themselves in humble procession.
There is a lady attached to one of the New York theatres whose conquests among the susceptible other sex are numbered by the legion. The other afternoon she made her appearance on Broadway followed by a train of elegantly dressed males of various ages and degrees and styles of beauty, each of whom bore some object, from a big bundle down to a hand satchel.
"I might as well use them," she explained to a friend who halted her. "They won't let me alone, you know. They hang around the stage door whenever I am in the theatre so I have concluded to make them good for something, Now, then, gentlemen, look lively or I shall be late for dinner."
And the procession got under weigh again.
Reprinted from National Police Gazette, June 10, 1882.