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The Dime dialogues no. 15 : a new series of original colloquies, farces, minor dramas, dress pieces, etc., etc., for schools, exhibitions and homes, adapted to stages ... for scholars of both sexes and all ages, [Incomplete].
Contributor
Beadle and Adams (1872-1898), (printer).
Date Added
9 January 2014
Format
Book
Language
English
Publish Date
1874
Publisher
New York : Beadle and Adams
Series
Beadle's dime dialogues > no. 15
Source
Dime Novel and Popular Literature
Alternate Title
Beadle's dime dialogues, no. fifteen. Beadle's dime dialogues, no. 15.
Topic
Popular literature > Specimens. Dime novels > Specimens. Dialogues, English.
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A WIND-FALL : ACTING CHARADE. 435
that is absolutely frightful, especially. to those who have to
supply him. How much copy does he want?
Joun. Half a collub, sab! And he suid: he’d like some-
thing ’riginal.;
Anrtuur. Modest! Well! (Tur Ns over the pile of news-
papers upon table.) Let's see what we can find. (Opens one.)
“Lines to an Antelope.” Oh, dear!) “The. Castle’s Guar-
dian ;: or,; The Warrior of the Scarlet Plume.” Pshaw !
“Horrible Murder in the Fifth Ward.” That is old.) Ali!
here is something, a sketch of a railroad ride, short and
witty. (Looks on table.) Where are the scissors, John ?
Joun.. Dunno, sah!
Artur. What! (Tossing: the things about.) Where are
the scissors? Gone! Look under the table, in the waste
paper basket, on the mantle- “piece, everywhere ! I’m ruined
if they are lost.
(Enter FRANK.)
Frank. Good-morn— Why, what's the matter ?
Antruur. » Matter! Smith wants an original article, and
T’ve lost: the scissors !
Faank. They are in the table drawer, I,put them there
yesterday. :
Antoun. (Dramatically) Saved! . And by thee!
Frank. But lve got-something for Smith.
Artuunr.- You have? : Let’s’ sce it. (FRANK gives him a
manuscript, Poetry! always poetry. . We could: fill -the
Snoveleville Sentinel for six months. with the poetry we lave
on hand. a eS ah ops
FRANK. «(Dolefully) Ym afraid it would injure the cir-
culations Ira Ge Te
Aurnun, Don’t be sarcastic. Our subscription list now
would not support a mouse, not to mention two hungry edi-
tors. But do’you think this will do for Smith ?
Frank. Do! Let me tell you, those lines were wrilten
in a moment of inspiration:
Anrrnur. (Aside) I never saw any trash that’ wasn’t !
(Aloud) Well, you are. the literary. man of. the concern:
(Looks: at manuscript.) Wind... Are you sure it’s not gas ?
Now, if it was only political article, or a sensation story,
or— s, -