The stairway that led to the basement room, where all the actors spent their free time, was always dark. The light that was supposed to illuminate the stairs had burned out long ago. A wooden hand railing ran along the wall and served as a guide and brace for anyone who felt his way down the eleven cement steps. Once down the steps, the basement hall seemed darker than the stairs, although I hardly think it possible. At the end of the hall, shining through the blackness, was the faint outline made by the light from within as it shone, through the crack around the door. The door, to my knowledge, was never locked and swung easily on its hinges.
Manuscripts: Vol. 12
, Article 20.
Available at: https://digitalcommons.butler.edu/manuscripts/vol12/iss1/20