Every pro.
has to suffer for his art.

You have to suffer for yours, going short in your eating so as to keep in proper condition.

You wouldn't have a fellow artist sacrifice his chance of becoming celebrated just because it isn't quite pleasant to you to be a spectator at the banquet ?" "Art he blowed!" said the Living Skeleton.

"Give we a yard o' tripe an' a scoopful iv mashed potatoos." "You aren't cut out for a public career.

Matty you ought to abandon Living Skeletons and get a good eating part." "Wish t' 'eaven I could, but there's ther missus an' ther kids t' think of." "Well, you can turn your head away when the banquet scene's on." "What if I do; can't I smell it ?" There was no escape--poor Matty Cann had to be sacrificed to the requirements of art.
Professor Thunder spread himself to make the new act a success; he procured a clean tablecloth, and napkin, a crush hat and black opera coat (both second-hand) were purchased for the Missing Link.