The Hippodrome had refused to consider
it, even under the name of "Hullo, Cellar-Flap!" It was now called,
"Pass Along, Please!" and, according to its authors, was a real revue.
Roland was to learn, as the days went on, that in the world in which he
was moving everything was real revue that was not a stunt or a corking
effect. He floundered in a sea of real revue, stunts, and corking
effects. As far as he could gather, the main difference between these
things was that real revue was something which had been stolen from
some previous English production, whereas a stunt or a corking effect
was something which had been looted from New York. A judicious blend of
these, he was given to understand, constituted the sort of thing the
public wanted.
Rehearsals began before, in Roland's opinion, his little army was
properly supplied with ammunition. True, they had the first act, but
even the authors agreed that it wanted bringing up-to-date in parts.
They explained that it was, in a manner of speaking, their life-work,
that they had actually started it about ten years ago when they were
careless lads.
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