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<h2> “MARK TWAIN’S FIRST APPEARANCE” </h2>
<p>On October 5, 1906, Mr. Clemens, following a musical recital by<br/>
his daughter in Norfolk, Conn., addressed her audience on the<br/>
subject of stage-fright. He thanked the people for making<br/>
things as easy as possible for his daughter’s American debut as<br/>
a contralto, and then told of his first experience before the<br/>
public.<br/></p>
<p>My heart goes out in sympathy to any one who is making his first
appearance before an audience of human beings. By a direct process of
memory I go back forty years, less one month—for I’m older than I
look.</p>
<p>I recall the occasion of my first appearance. San Francisco knew me then
only as a reporter, and I was to make my bow to San Francisco as a
lecturer. I knew that nothing short of compulsion would get me to the
theatre. So I bound myself by a hard-and-fast contract so that I could not
escape. I got to the theatre forty-five minutes before the hour set for
the lecture. My knees were shaking so that I didn’t know whether I could
stand up. If there is an awful, horrible malady in the world, it is
stage-fright-and seasickness. They are a pair. I had stage-fright then for
the first and last time. I was only seasick once, too. It was on a little
ship on which there were two hundred other passengers. I—was—sick.
I was so sick that there wasn’t any left for those other two hundred
passengers.</p>
<p>It was dark and lonely behind the scenes in that theatre, and I peeked
through the little peekholes they have in theatre curtains and looked into
the big auditorium. That was dark and empty, too. By-and-by it lighted up,
and the audience began to arrive.</p>
<p>I had got a number of friends of mine, stalwart men, to sprinkle
themselves through the audience armed with big clubs. Every time I said
anything they could possibly guess I intended to be funny they were to
pound those clubs on the floor. Then there was a kind lady in a box up
there, also a good friend of mine, the wife of the Governor. She was to
watch me intently, and whenever I glanced toward her she was going to
deliver a gubernatorial laugh that would lead the whole audience into
applause.</p>
<p>At last I began. I had the manuscript tucked under a United States flag in
front of me where I could get at it in case of need. But I managed to get
started without it. I walked up and down—I was young in those days
and needed the exercise—and talked and talked.</p>
<p>Right in the middle of the speech I had placed a gem. I had put in a
moving, pathetic part which was to get at the hearts and souls of my
hearers. When I delivered it they did just what I hoped and expected. They
sat silent and awed. I had touched them. Then I happened to glance up at
the box where the Governor’s wife was—you know what happened.</p>
<p>Well, after the first agonizing five minutes, my stage-fright left me,
never to return. I know if I was going to be hanged I could get up and
make a good showing, and I intend to. But I shall never forget my feelings
before the agony left me, and I got up here to thank you for her for
helping my daughter, by your kindness, to live through her first
appearance. And I want to thank you for your appreciation of her singing,
which is, by-the-way, hereditary.</p>
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