{"1": {"fulltext": "NO PLAYS EXCHANGED.\\nDnHER 5 Edition\\nS 2109\\nopy 1\\nor Pl7\\\\y:5\\nJ22 P6\\n900\\nPOLITICAL PULL.\\nCOP ^^iGHT, 1889. BY WALTER H. BAKER A, CO-", "height": "4941", "width": "2896", "jp2-path": "politicalpullcom00jack_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "I A. W. PINERO S PLAYS. I\\ny|w Uniformly Bound in Stiff Paper Covers,\\nyAw Price, 50 cents each. ^i:\\nI\\nfJiS The publication of the plays of this popular author, \u00e2\u0080\u009eiade feasible by the new f.fS\\niiV Copyright Act, under which his valuable stage rigbjs can be fully prote -tea, Jki\\n13 enables us to otfer to amateur actors a series of nu jern pieces of the highest Cf3\\n/iv class, all of which have met with distinguished success in the leading English jfiv\\n13 and American theatres, and most of which are singiiarly well adapted for ama- CS^\\niii teur performance. This publication was originall\\\\ intended for the benefit of Jki\\nf* readers only, but the increasing demand for the plays for acting purposes has CI J\\niiV far outrun their merely literary success. With t\\\\e idea of placing this excel- Jfiw\\n^13 lent series within the reach of the largest possiblcnumber of amateur clubs, we ^|J\\niiV have obtamed authority to ofiFer them for acting purposes at an author s roy- iiV\\nf| altyof W\\njli\\\\ Ten Dollars for Each Ptrformance. jfk^\\n/AV f^PPly to professional perfonnances, for. which terms will be iAW\\nCIJi made kuowu on application. wm\\\\\\n(\\\\S\\n^}l THE AMAZONS. V t:^:^ ^:^lt^;. Ill^^\\n13 acters. Costum g, modern; scenery, an exterior ^f*\\n^1^ and an interior, not at all difficult. This adTiirable farce is too well known Ck g\\nf through its re ent i erformance by the Lyceun^Theatre Company, New York, to Vf\\n\\\\i g nee l des ;riptiaii. It is especially recommenftid to young ladies schools and ci g\\nW colleges. (189.-..) Vf\\nM\\n\\\\\\\\f THE CABINET MINISTER. i\u00e2\u0080\u009e^-fv^! .V^l!l[,/^^\u00e2\u0080\u009e\u00e2\u0080\u009e.2 K\\\\f\\nk|^ and nine temale characters.\\nMr Costumes, mo lern society scenery, three interiors. A very amusing piece, iu- Mr\\n\\\\k i g^ i ^t u^Hioij, and brilliant in dialogue. (1892.) ^k^\\nDA N nV Dine I Farce in Three Acts. By Arthtr W. Pixero. \\\\f/\\n^1^ x^rxx^i-^ i x^xv^a^^.^ Seven male, four female characters. Costumes, mod- ^ij\\nMr ern scenery, two interiors. This very amusing piece \\\\ff\\nwk i another success in the New York and Boston theatres, and has been ex-\\nMr tensively played from manuscript by amateurs, for whom it is in every respect Mr\\n\\\\k g suited. It provides an unusual number of capital character parts, is very funny, Ck g\\nMr and an excellent acting piece. Plays two hours and a half. (1893.) Mr\\n^i S THF T-TORRV HOR^F I a Comedy in Three Acts. By Arthur ^k g\\nW A nyjr^DX nVjr^^n* w. Pinkro. Ten male, five female char- Mf\\nsi\\nT AnV ROTTIMTTTJTTT I P^^v n Four Acts. By ARTHUR W. ?Jf\\n\\\\iy l^l\\\\l^Z OV-^UiN lUr^Jl^* PiNERO. Eight male and seven female char- \\\\i/\\n.K acters. Costumes, modern scenery, four ^K\\nSiJ interiors, not easy. A play of powerful sympathetic int*^r*^st, i little soinbre in \\\\fi\\n*r kev. but not unrelieved bv humorous tonchfts. (\\\\9S\u00c2\u00a5l.i Mr\\nacters. Scenery, two interiors and an ex-\\nterior costumes, modern. This piece is best known in this country through the\\nadmirable performance of Mr. John Hare, who produced it in all the principal ^mg\\ncities. Its story presents a clever satire of false philanthropy, and is full of Mr\\ninterest and humor. Well adapted for amateurs, by whom it has been success- ^A^\\nfully acted. Plays two hours and a half. (1892.) y^f\\nT AnV ROTTIMTTTJTTT I P^^v n Four Acts. By ARTHUR W\\nx^r%j^ 1. ijvy^^i^ X JJ. VJi^* I pixERO. Eight m ^i c\\nacters. Costumt\\ninteriors, not easy. A play of powerful sympathetic\\nkey, but not unrelieved by humorous touches. (1892.", "height": "4612", "width": "2896", "jp2-path": "politicalpullcom00jack_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "A Political Pull\\nA Comedietta in One Act\\nr\\nBy JOHN JASPER JACKSON\\nBOSTON\\nWALTER H. BAKER CO\\n1900", "height": "4612", "width": "2896", "jp2-path": "politicalpullcom00jack_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "jf COPIES HblCti^i^\\nQffted of tll\u00c2\u00a7\\nMAY 5 -1900\\nRe(r|\u00c2\u00abt\u00c2\u00abr of Cepyrtgktib\\n.61433\\nA Political Pull\\nCHARACTERS\\nJohn Curtis, in politics,\\nPatrick McManus, also in politics.\\nJack Wilmot, desirous of being in politics,\\nKate Snowden, interested in a politician,\\nRuth Ashton, exhibiting like interest.\\nMaid.\\nCOSTUMES MODERN,\\nCopyright, 1900, by Walter H. Baker Co.\\nSECOND COPY,\\nQ", "height": "4563", "width": "2665", "jp2-path": "politicalpullcom00jack_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "A Political Pull.\\nSCENE. Drawing-room of Mrs. Snowden s house. Do^rs\\nR. and L., hung with curtains windows at back. Very\\nwell furnished, piano, S7nall tables, antique chairs, etc.\\nJack seated in front of piano, and Ruth on sofa.\\nJack. I ll bet you aunt gets him.\\nRuth. Huh, that s all you know about it. He s dead in\\nlove with sister.\\nJack. He is, is he? Well, he sat out three dances with\\naunt at the ball last night.\\nRuth. I know he did. She got him in a corner of the\\nconservatory, between a prickly pear and a century plant, sat\\nherself in front of him, and every time he tried to escape so\\nmany stickers ran into him, that when he got out he looked as\\nthough he had the measles.\\nJack. Well, do you know what the fellows at the club say\\nThat the only way he can get away from your sister is to die,\\nfor she ll get him, if he stays above ground.\\nRuth. Talk of the spiteful gossip of women. Why, last\\nweek at the Smiths dinner party your aunt bribed the maid to\\nchange the dinner cards, so that she would sit along side of\\nhim.\\nJack. That s a deliberate {Turns aroimd and bafigs\\non piano. Ruth reads book. Turning round. I hope aunt\\ngets him anyway. Your sister has had two already.\\nRuth. A fool and a minister. Mr. Curtis having some\\nsense and a little wickedness, it will just make one fair man,\\nwhich is about the proper ratio. An allowance of three men\\nto one woman would make up for the stupidity women have to\\nendure.\\nJack. Mr. Curtis knows more than any ten women that ever\\nlived. He s the smartest fellow and brightest politician in this\\ntown. If I could talk like he can, I d be president of the\\nUnited States.", "height": "4563", "width": "2665", "jp2-path": "politicalpullcom00jack_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "4 A POLITICAL PULL.\\nRuth. Why don t you try the presidency? 1 lhh:k you ve\\ntried everything else.\\nJack. And whose fault is it? To please you 1 Avent in for\\nart. I drew and daubed and scraped, and got myself covered\\nwith paint, and wore coats out at the elbow and trousers frayed\\nat the edges, and what was the result? You laughed at m}\\nlandscapes, said my portraits were libels, and cut me on the\\nstreet because I looked like a tramp.\\nRuth. If you d only been an *^old master I d have wor-\\nshipped you, and I m sure I ve always kept that queer, lumpy\\ncow you painted for me.\\nJack. And then, when you had the Paderevvski craze, I let\\nmy hair grow, and banged on the piano until there wasn t a\\nsound key in it, and the family threatened to turn me out, and\\nall the neighbors moved, and then, when I d come and play for\\nyou, I d work till I d melt down my collar, and turn round,\\nand find you d flown.\\nRuth. I tried to stay, Jack, I really did but even your\\nhair didn t give you a musical look people only took you for\\na football player. It wouldn t have mattered if I hadn t been\\nso fond of music.\\nJack. That s right. Rub it in. But I won t stand it. I ll\\ngive up women, and go in for politics. I ll go see Mr. Curtis,\\nand I ll marry him to aunt, if I have to chloroform him, and\\nI ll be his private secretary, and with aunt s money and his\\nbrains and my my well, and me, we ll sweep the city.\\nRuth. I wish you would. I m sure it needs it.\\nJack. Oh, you needn t laugh when the cares of the nation\\nhave weighted me down, and the fate of empires has made\\ncreases in my brow, you can think of me eternally regarding\\nyou with scorn. IJSxi f.\\nRuth. I wish he would do something real startling, but I\\nsuppose he will be back to-morrow. If he were only like Mr.\\nCurtis, I d adore him. Mr. Curtis is the dearest man I know;\\nas if he d marry that old frump of an aunt of Jack s. Why,\\nlast night at the ball, just as we were having the loveliest time,\\nshe bore down on us with a determination that meant business.\\nHe gave one look at her, turned, and hissed in my ear, *^If\\nyou desert me now, you are no gentleman. Never, never,\\nwill I desert Mr. Micawber, said I, and I rushed forward and\\nembraced her with an enthusiasm worthy of a better cause.\\nShe hesitated and was lost, for he slipped through the conserv-\\natory door, and was safe under Kate s protecting wing before", "height": "4563", "width": "2665", "jp2-path": "politicalpullcom00jack_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "A POLITICAL PULL.\\nshe could turn round. If Kate don t marry him, I ll hate her.\\nJack says he s awful poor, and that he needs money in the\\ncampaign, and Kate has more than she knows what to do with.\\nEnter Kate.\\nKate. Ruth, what have you done to Jack this time? I\\nmet him in the hall, and he bade me good-bye as though he\\nwere starting for the Arctic regions.\\nRuth. Nothing. Jack says Mr. Curtis will marry his aunt,\\nand I say that rather than see him sacrificed in that way, I ll\\nmarry him myself.\\nKate {laughing). And poor Jack wa^ naturally indignant\\nboth on his aunt s account and his own.\\nRuth. I m sure I might do worse.\\nKate. It s extremely probable.\\nRuth. But I don t think I shall take him. I fear he might\\nbecome president, and I haven t enough dignity for the first\\nlady of the land. It s more in your line, Katie, my dear. I d\\nthink it over, if I were you. \\\\^Exit.\\nKate. The little minx. I wonder if she guesses that I\\nhave been thinking it over r9,ther seriously of late.\\nEnter Maid.\\nMaid. Mr. Patrick McManus to see you, Mrs. Snowden.\\nKate. Show him right in here.\\nEnter Mr. McManus.\\nKate. Mr. McManus, won t you sit down? I want to\\nhave quite a long talk with you.\\nMcManus. And it s plased and honored I am and the\\nlonger the talk, the better honored and plased I ll be.\\nKate. You must have been surprised to get my note asking\\nyou to call, but I think you can give me some information I\\nwant, and I have heard Mr. Curtis speak of you so often that I\\nquite felt as though I knew you.\\nMcM. And is it a frind of Mr. Curtis you are? A foine\\nmon is Mr. Curtis, and a foine mon was his father before him.\\nMony s the pair of shoes I ve cobbled for the father, and mony s\\nthe vote I ve made the byes put in for the son.\\nKate. That s just what I wanted to see you about, Mr.\\nMcManus. I m so anxious to see Mr. Curtis elected. Won t\\nyou tell me all about it Will he win\\nMcM. Will he win Will a cat drink milk Av course", "height": "4563", "width": "2665", "jp2-path": "politicalpullcom00jack_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "A POLITICAL PULL.\\nhe ll win. As I said to the byes, here s a foine young mon\\nthat I ve known since he was knee high to a duck, who used to\\ncome in as plisint and soshuble like and stand alongside of me\\nat me wurk but perhaps he may have mintioned it to ye\\nKate. Of course he has. He s told me all about how his\\nfather would never have a shoe from any one else, and how he\\nused to go down to see you, and how you taught him his first\\npolitics.\\nMcM. And would you think of that Him telling all that\\nto the likes of you. To be sure I taught him all his politics.\\nSays I, Niver go back on the byes, and the byes ill niver go\\nback on you, and all your talk about honest government and\\nsich stuff ill niver hurt you a mite, says I. And iver since I\\nretired from shoemakin into politics, I ve run his campaigns,\\nand they ve niver downed us yit, and this time we ll swape the\\ndistric if if\\nKate. If what?\\nMcM. Well, mam, ye see, it s this way. We stand for\\nhonist governmint and reform and all that, and the trouble\\nwith thim honist governmint fellows is that they don t come up\\nwith the stuff.\\nKate. The stuff\\nMcM. The stuff. The boodle, you know. They shouts\\nvery loud for us, but they don t put their hands in their pockets.\\nAs I says to a fellow who says to me, Go in and win I m\\nwid ye, says I to him. Are ye wid us tin dollars? says\\nhe. I m not; says I, thin, hot loike, *If patriotism and\\ngood governmint ain t worth tin dollars to ye, then be d\\nI begs your pardon, mam.\\nKate. I agree with you, Mr. McManus. I think honest\\ngovernment worth paying for, and I want to help pay for it in\\nsome way that will facilitate Mr. Curtis s election.\\nMcM. That s what I say, mam. It s a disgrace to the\\ncity, mam, as I said whin they appinted a dhirty, low Oitalian\\nas meat inspector, whin ivery one in the ward knew that me\\nown nephew Dinnis was born ixprisly for the position. Wait\\ntill Mr. Curtis gits in, ye thieving blagards, says I, and we ll\\nmake you squirm. Did you say how much you was thinking\\nof contributin mam?\\nKate. Well, if five hundred dollars could be used for le-\\ngitimate expenses, I\\nMcM. If it could be used, mam? Why, I ll git ivery hall\\nin the division, and have a truck for him to speak from at ivery", "height": "4563", "width": "2665", "jp2-path": "politicalpullcom00jack_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "A POLITICAL PULL. 7\\ncorner, and run him around to thim in a hack, and put his pic-\\nture in ivery saloon, and have his record printed and sint to\\nivery one in the ward, together with the record of the corrupt\\nbeggar that has the impertinince to run aginst him. Ivery bit\\nav it as legitimite as the day, and it ll elect him, sure. Sure,\\nyou re the good angel that ll bring destruction on the low hay-\\nthens that are agin us.\\nKate. Oh, I wish I could go to the meetings and hear him\\nspeak. What is it like\\nMcM. What is it loike Oh, you should see him, mam,\\ngit up and pulverize thim with his grand manner, hammering,\\naway at thim, with all the byes shouting. He fairly sends thim\\nflying, espeshully whin the byes git a leetle excited. It s a\\nfoine represintative he ll make, and I m thinking that perhaps\\nyou ll be making a foine represintative s lady. And the ward 11\\nbe proud of you, mam.\\nKate. Oh, Mr. McManus, you make me blush.\\nMcM. Begorra, I m not too old a mon yet to dance a good\\njig at the widdin and whin I tell him what you ve done\\nKate. But you must promise me you ll not tell him, or not\\none c nt will you get.\\nMcM. Not tell him, mam, whin I m fair burstin* wid it,\\nwhy why\\nKate firmly). Not one word, or not one cent.\\nMcM. Well, well, give me the money, for if he s eyes in\\nhis head he won t need that to finish him, for a sweeter, bon-\\nnier\\nKate. Fie, fie, Mr. McManus, you must have kissed the\\nblarney stone. {^Goes to desk.) Here s the check, and re-\\nmember, he s not to know where you got it.\\nMcM. Niver fear, I ll not tell your name. And he s as\\ngood as elected. I ll go down and start the byes, and remem-\\nber, mam, Pat McManus is to get an invitation to the cere-\\nmony. [Exit.\\nKate. If he is elected, I will have had a part in it. I\\nwill have done something to help him on, on, on in the way\\nthat he is so surely following. I have watched him now, for\\nhow many years, I wonder? A good many more than I\\nlike to think of now. I remember him first as a boy, talk-\\ning with a boy s enthusiasm and confidence of what he would\\ndo in the world, and how he would straighten out all its\\ntangles. Then came his first real struggle with life; some-\\nhow, I always seemed to hear of his trials and troubles, and", "height": "4563", "width": "2665", "jp2-path": "politicalpullcom00jack_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "8 A POLITICAL PULL.\\ncould see them forming and steadying him, learning from his\\nreverses, gaining a newer and better confidence from his suc-\\ncesses until, together, they taught him to do the work set be-\\nfore him with all his might and yet, though he was my best\\nof friends, there always seemed to be some other for whom\\nI cared more, and I don t think that I ever really appreci-\\nated him until I found that during all the time that he had\\nonly been one among many to me, I had been something\\nmore to him. It seemed very strange at first, but now that I\\nknow how faithful and true he has been through all, and what\\na brave, strong, manly man he is, I am proud and glad that it\\nis so. \\\\^Exit.\\n(Voice outside, Be careful there look out, don t knock\\nagainst that hatrack.\\nEnter Jack, carrying graphophone, followed by Curtis, carry-\\ning package carefully wrapped,\\nCurtis. There, put it down. Not on that wretched little\\ntable, some one will be sure to knock it over nor that chair\\nwould you have some one sitting down on it and ruining it\\nif you put it on the piano, I ll brain you don t you know\\nsome one will open it put it on the floor; carefully, now,\\ndon t jar it; there. {Walks around and inspects it; puts\\npackage alongside of itS) Lucky thing I met you, or I d never\\nhave gotten them both here safely.\\nJack. But what is it Will it explode is it gunpowder\\nCur. It s worse than gunpowder. It may cause an explo-\\nsion that will knock me flatter than a pancake, and it may\\nbut never mind. What s that you ve been trying to tell me\\nabout a private secretary. I can t afford to keep a young imp\\nto bother the life out of me. A private secretary is too expen-\\nsive a luxury for a poor man like me.\\nJack. But then, you might marry.\\nCur. {Jumping), Marry. See here, young man, who has\\nbeen talking to yoii about my getting married? If your a\\nif any one asks you if I am a marrying man, tell them that\\npolitics have been the ruination of me that I drink, smoke,\\ngamble, do everything bad, do you understand\\nJack. All right, I ll tell Ruth and Mrs. Snowden. I ll\\ndraw it strong, for Ruth and I were\\nCur. Oh, you were, were you Well, you needn t mind\\ndra\\\\Ving it so very strong, for you re young, and it might, cor-", "height": "4563", "width": "2665", "jp2-path": "politicalpullcom00jack_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "A POLITICAL PULL.\\nrupt your character. What were they saying, eh Nothing\\nbad, Jack, I hope.\\nJack. Oh, well, not so bad. I stood up for you though,\\nI\\nCur. That ll do. I think I ll have to take you for a secre-\\ntary. Your talent for prevarication is being wasted out of pol-\\nitics. Jack, do you think you could do something for me\\nJack. Certainly, sir. I ll begin my duties as secretary.\\nCur. Well, there s no lying needed this time. But you\\nknow Ruth, Jack. She s a fine girl, eh? you know that well\\nenough, you young dog, you. But she s young; young and\\nimpetuous, and she s always turning up where you never ex-\\npect her. Now, I have something to say to Mrs. Snowden\\nwant to talk to her on business of a strictly private and confi-\\ndential nature you know how these business affairs are, you\\ndon t like to be interrupted, and sure as we get started, in will\\npop Ruth. Now, don t you think you might engage her at-\\ntention for about half an hour? talk to her in the library, or\\non the back stairs, or out in the garden that s a fine arbor\\nthere. Jack so retired don t you think you could do it?\\nJack. Why, of course I ll do it for you, and I m not at all\\nsure it won t take some lying, but {Turns and knocks\\nagainst package.\\nCur. Look out [Grabs parcel and puts it on table?)\\nYou wretched boy, would you be the death of me\\nJack. What under the sun is it\\nCur. Jack, I m tempted to tell you. I thought at first that\\nit was a master stroke of genius, but I m beginning to weaken,\\nI m beginning to weaken. You re young, but they tell me\\nthat they are never too young to know about things of this\\nkind, and I m sure I don t know myself.\\nJack. Your secretary is always ready to step into the\\nbreach, sir.\\nCur. Jack, can I trust you? Can you keep a secret?\\nJack. Can I Ruth would give her eye teeth to know\\nwhere I was night before last, but try me\\nCur. I will. But I must begin at the beginning, or you\\nwon t understand. A good many years ago, when I was only\\na boy, I fell in love. You understand how it is? been there\\nyourself, eh\\nJack. Yes, bad.\\nCur. Knew you had, or I d never have told you. W^ell,\\nshe was the sweetest, dearest, lov but you said you d been", "height": "4563", "width": "2665", "jp2-path": "politicalpullcom00jack_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "/j^xv*^: v^\\nA POLITICAL PULL.\\nthere. Well, I kept trying to get my courage up to the point\\nof coming to the point, when what do you think happened\\nJack. Married the other fellow\\nCur. Yes, by George, a big, slab-sided idiot, who hadn t\\nsense enough to come in out of the rain, and who went around\\ndearing her and loveying her, and slobbering over her in com-\\npany, in the most sickening manner. Do you know I never\\nknew that man to do but one decent thing in his life.\\nJack. What was that\\nCur. He died. Died within two years after they were\\nmarried. Just think of it married to a woman like that,\\nand didn t even have sense enough to keep on living. Well,\\nthen she was a widow, and there was no question of my getting\\nup courage enough to ask her then, but of course I had to wait\\na decent, respectable time I had to do that, you know.\\nJack. Of course.\\nCur. And I did. I waited a year and a day. I kept a\\npretty sharp lookout, too, and there was nobody bothered her\\nmuch all that time. She was engaged most of the time on\\nchurch work. So I plucked up courage and walked in as bold\\nas brass, and who do you think I found there\\nJack. Who?\\nCur. The minister, Mr. Snowden. Just engaged that\\nmorning was so glad to have a chance to introduce him to\\nher best friend, etc., etc. That was a blow, Jack, that was a\\nblow.\\nJack. What did you do\\nCur. I pulled myself together, and went in for politics.\\nJack. The other extreme, eh\\nCur. Yes, and I was getting along pretty comfortably, not\\nbothering much about other matters, when I had a shock.\\nJack. Him\\nCur. Yes. He followed number one or went the other\\nway, I don t know which.. But things were different with me\\nby that time. I had learned to take time by the forelock, and\\nJack, the day of the funeral I was one of the pall bearers\\nafter the ceremony, I stepped up and said, Kate, nothing, no,\\nnothing, can make me forget the respect due to you and your\\nposition, but, when the proper time comes, I shall have some-\\nthing to say to you. She must have understood that, don t\\nyou think. Jack?\\nJack. Well, I should say so if I had your nerve\\nCur. Nerve. Jack, I have no more nerve than a field", "height": "4563", "width": "2665", "jp2-path": "politicalpullcom00jack_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "mouse. It was desperation gave me courage to do it. And\\nnow the time has come I feel that I must speak, and yet I\\ncan t say a word, and why, tell me why?\\nJack. I m sure I don t know. You have a reputation for\\ngenerally saying what you want to say very forcibly.\\nCur. True enough, and if she were only a convention or a\\njury, I am sure I could address her in terms that would move\\na stone. Why, Jack, I have described a Tammany man up\\nfor alderman in such terms that his best friend voted against\\nhim, thinking he was the reform candidate, and I have drawn\\na picture of a deceased city treasurer that George Washington\\nmight have been proud to own as a likeness, but when it comes\\nto facing the most beautiful of women and telling her in suita-\\nble terms that my life s happiness depends on her favor, I can t\\ndo it, and it is the fault of those two confounded, interfering\\nimbeciles.\\nJack. Number one and number two.\\nCur. Yes. Just think of it. Can I start in with *^dear\\nlove when I know that it was number one s favorite term of\\nendearment, or sweet angel when I have heard number two\\nso allude to her at a parish tea. Why, my most burning and\\npassionate declarations leave a bad taste in my mouth when I\\nwonder if she is comparing my style with theirs.\\nJack. Sort of feel as though she might be thinking, this is\\nvery well done, but Harry went down on one knee more grace-\\nfully.\\nCur. Yes, or that WiUiam was more select in his choice of\\nwords. That s just it I couldn t face the music, but, Jack,\\nI ve solved the problem, and there s the solution.\\n^KQYi {looking all around Where? where?\\nCur. There. There. {Jabbing finger at packages The\\nmost wonderful invention of the age. I tell you, Jack, we are\\nliving at a wonderful time. Who could have dreamed twenty\\nyears ago that that wonderful invention would appear just in\\ntime to save my reason.\\nJack. But what is it\\nCur. What is it? {Walking around it.) It s a boon to\\nmankind; it s the triumph of the age; well, I can t tell you\\nhalf of what it is, but you read the advertisements they ll tell\\nyou.\\nJack. Ivory soap.\\nCur. Nonsense. I m coming to it I m coming to it. It s\\na graphophone.\\nuira", "height": "4563", "width": "2665", "jp2-path": "politicalpullcom00jack_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "12 A POLITICAL PULL.\\nJack {disgusted^. A graphophone. All this fuss about a\\ngraphophone. Why, what can it do for you\\nCur. That s my secret, boy. What will it do for me?\\nLay the shades of the departed for me. That s what it will do.\\nTalk for me. Don t you understand I locked myself in my\\nroom no one there to laugh at me to know whether any one\\nhad ever said the same thing before no small sister to come\\nbouncing in to interrupt me no dazzling presence to over-\\nwhelm me suddenly, and make me stutter and stammer like an\\nass of a boy of twenty-one. No offence, no offence, Jack, you\\nknow. But just think of the magnificence of it. I said my\\nsay without a tremor, as brave as a lion, and when I got through,\\nwere my words wasted on the desert air No, sir there they\\nwere {picking up package) and here they are, hard and fast.\\nJack. The cylinder. Hurrah, put her on, and let s hear\\nher.\\nCur. No, that part is not meant for you to hear, Jack.\\nThere is only one person in the world that I d be willing to\\nhave hear that, and I won t be around when she does. Don t\\nyou see, that s another beauty of it. It can say it in my voice\\nbut without being embarrassed or thinking of numbers one and\\ntwo, and it w^on t mind if she laughs at it for being an old\\nfool. You don t think she ll laugh at it, Jack, do you?\\nJack. Well, I don t know. It s rather queer.\\nCur. That s just it. That s why I told you. It is rather\\nqueer, isn t it? Better throw the thing out, eh? I m sure\\nshe ll laugh at it.\\nEnter Kate.\\nKate. What is it that we are to laugh at?\\nCur. a joke I was telling Jack, ha, ha, very funny. Jack,\\nha, ha, wasn t it, Jack? {Aside to ]ack, pointing to graph-\\nophone,) Get it out. Get it out.\\nKate. Isn t it funny enough for three?\\nCur. No, not near funny enough. In fact, it s the worst\\njoke I ever heard. What do you mean by telling such a poor\\njoke, Jack? {Aside.) Get it out, get it out, I say, or she ll\\nstart it going while I m here.\\n(]ack picks it up and starts for door.)\\nKate. What s that you have there, Jack\\nCur. Oh, it s nothing, nothing at all, just a little present", "height": "4563", "width": "2665", "jp2-path": "politicalpullcom00jack_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "A POLITICAL PULL. 1 3\\nJack s brought for Ruth. Take it to her, Jack, take it to her.\\n(jExtf Jack.) Nice boy, Jack; always doing something nice\\nHke that.\\nKate. But what was it\\nCur. What was it? I don t know. How should I know?\\nBut it must be very nice, or Jack wouldn t have brought it.\\nKate. And there is something else on the table.\\nCur. Don t touch it. It s Jack s he wouldn t like it,\\nyou know. I ll give it to him. {^Calling.) Here, Jack, Jack,\\nyou rascal, come here. It s very careless of you to leave\\nthings lying around in this way. (Jack comes to door.\\nCurtis crosses over with package watching Kate. She turns\\naway. He shoves package under chair, and makes violent mo-\\ntions for Jack to go, then grabs him aside to Jack.) Don t\\nforget to keep Ruth out. (Pushes him out aloud.) Don t do\\nit again. (Comes down.) And that boy wants to be my pri-\\nvate secretary. Wants to get into politics, he says. Hum,\\nlooks as though I might have to get out of them after the first\\nTuesday in November.\\nKate. Don t say that. I m sure you ll be elected, and it s\\nthe very thing I want to talk to you about.\\nCur. You ought to talk to McManus. He can tell you\\nmore than I can. If I am elected, it .will be due to him.\\nKate. Oh, I wish I could help. (They sit on sofa.) It s\\nsuch a grand thing to be making a brave uphill fight such as\\nyours, for good government and right and honesty. To be a\\nwoman and have to sit with your hands folded, and just watch,\\nis maddening.\\nCur. Not help. Nonsense. They tell me that I made the\\nbest speech I ever made in my life last night and why be-\\ncause I d just left you, and I was heartened and strengthened by\\nyour sympathy and enthusiasm for good schools and good\\nwater and -good government and everything good. You are\\nthe greatest campaign speaker I know. After half an hour s\\ntalk with you I m so sure of the innate good of humanity that\\nI even expect common councilmen to be honest.\\nKate. I know you are laughing at me. But isn t there\\nomething I can really do? I m so full of energy and so proud\\n;f knowing such a great man, that I would be glad to stand on\\na corner and distribute circulars dilating on your many virtues.\\nWhy, I brag about you to all my friends.\\nCur. Kate, Kate, Vm ashamed of you to poke fun at a\\npoor, defenceless fellow who has thrown himself on your mercy.", "height": "4563", "width": "2665", "jp2-path": "politicalpullcom00jack_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "LITICAL PULL.*\\nKate. But I m not altogether in fun, John. I am proud\\nof you and of your work.\\nCur. Are you, Kate, are you Do you really mean it\\nIf you only knew what that meant to me, you wouldn t joke\\nabout it.\\nKate. Well, then, I won t. I do mean it, and I want you\\nto let me prove it by doing something for your work. I want\\nto contribute five hundred dollars to the campaign fund.\\nCur. Kate, I m sorry, but I can t do it. I tell you frankly,\\nit would be a help you know I m not rich, but I can t let my\\nfriends pay my bills. I am proud and glad to say that I have\\nfriends who would let me have all I need for the asking and,\\nin fact, it has been offered to me before, without the asking,\\nbut from a source that made it impossible for me to accept.\\nKate. I suppose you think it would have been looked on\\nas a bribe.\\nCur. Well, something of that kind. {Aside?) 1 would\\nprobably have been uncle to Jack by this time if I had taken it\\nfrom her.\\nKate. But in taking it from me, there would be nothing\\nof the kind. Come. You needn t even see it; I ll send it to\\nMcManus.\\nCur. Get thee behind me, Satan. No, .no, it can t be\\ndone, Kate. But don t think that I don t appreciate it. I ve\\nalways known that no man ever had a better, truer, dearer\\nfriend than you have been to me. Why, for years, every\\nthought\\nEnter Jack and Ruth quickly.\\nRuth. Mr. Curtis, here s a letter for you, marked im-\\nportant.\\nJack {aside). I did my best, but I couldn t hold her in\\nanother minute.\\nRuth. And Mr. Curtis, Jack says you have the records for\\nthe graphophone. Where are they?\\nCur. They re on the road. Never fear, they ll get here.\\nA dozen good ones. Ta ra ra boom de ay and A Hot\\nTime, etc. {Aside.) Another ten dollars that might have\\ngone for campaign expenses. I ll break that, boy s neck.\\nOpens letter.\\nKate {to Ruth). If you don t take Jack out of here this\\ninstant, miss, I ll put you on bread and water for a week.\\nRuth {tossing her head). Come on, Jack, I guess we re", "height": "4563", "width": "2665", "jp2-path": "politicalpullcom00jack_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "A POLITICAL PULL. 1 5\\nnot wanted around here. Kate s too much taken up with\\npolitics. \\\\^Extt with Jack.\\nCur. (reads letter and crushes it up in hand aside That\\nconfounded aunt of Jack s has sent the money she offered me,\\nto McManus.\\nKate {aside), I wonder if it is from Mr. McManus I m\\nafraid he ll be dreadfully angry about the five hundred dollars.\\n{Aloud,) I hope your letter didn t contain bad news. You\\ndon t seem pleased.\\nCur. Oh, but I am. At least, I should be McManus says\\nI m as good as elected.\\nKate. I m so glad. What has happened\\nCur. Oh, Mac has gotten some money, and hired halls\\nand brass bands and things, and is making things rotate gen-\\nerally.\\nKate {cautiously). He doesn t say where he got it, does\\nhe?\\nCur. Of course not. Of course not. Why should he?\\nthere s no reason he should. {Aside.) When Kate finds out\\nthat it was that woman s money elected me, I m done for.\\nKate {aside). He might at least look as though he were\\nglad he had it. {Aloud,) Don t give any idea who it was?\\nCur. Well, not much. He says it was an angel. {Aside,)\\nNo hopes of keeping it dark it s probably^ all over the ward\\nby this time.\\nKate. Well, I must say, you don t seem very enthusiastic.\\nDon t you think you might at least say you are obliged to her\\nCur. That s just like a woman. To think all angels must\\nbe females. How do you know it s not a male angel Any-\\nway, I wish she had gone on attending to her heavenly affairs,\\nand left terrestrial ones to take care of themselves.\\nKate {getting angry), I m disappointed in you, John.\\nHow ungrateful you are. She was trying to do you a favor.\\nCur. {aside). Good gracious, she knows all about it. I\\nbelieve the old vixen must have told her she was going to send\\nit. {Aloud,) That s the way with these well meaning people,\\nthey re always presuming, and\\nKate. Presuming. John Curtis, let me tell you that if the\\nperson who sent it hadn t thought that you would be glad to\\ntake it from her, and wanted to help you, which is more than\\nyou deserve, she d never have thought of sending it.\\nCur. f). I knew she knew it. No wonder she s angry\\nafter I refused her money. {Aloud.) But I tell you I gave", "height": "4563", "width": "2665", "jp2-path": "politicalpullcom00jack_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "1 6 A POLITICAL PULL.\\nher no reason to think I would take it from her Do you mean\\nto tell me that after what I said to you about it, any one in\\ntheir sane senses could think that I would accept their money\\nKate {Jialf crying). Well, I hope no one will ever try to\\ndo anything for you again as long as you live, and I hate you,\\nand I ll never speak to you again. \\\\^Exit.\\nCur. That settles it. A nice mess I ve made of things.\\nRefused downright to take Kate s money, and now she believes\\nthat I encouraged that angel, as Mac says, to send it to me.\\nAnd I ve got to be grateful for it. No, I ll be hanged if I will.\\nI ll go out and get five hundred dollars, if I have to rob a bank\\nor pawn my campaign badges, and I ll pay it back and then,\\nI ll take it out on the ward. I ll go down there and raise such\\nparticular cain that they will think Bill Bryan or Sockless Jerry\\nSimpson has struck town. Yes, I m done with women. I\\ndon t understand them. Now why should Kate want me to be\\ngrateful to another woman, anyhow? Well, politics are the\\nthing, and I understand Mac, anyhow. If I can t speak to\\nher, I ll make her hear of me. I ll make a name for myself\\nthat\u00e2\u0080\u0094 that confound the name, what do I care for any name,\\nunless it s her name. \\\\_Exit.\\nEnter Jack and Ruth.\\nRuth. I wonder why Mr. Curtis left so suddenly. I\\nwanted to ask him about those things for the graphophone.\\nJack. It s my private opinion that you ll get those records\\nwhen the cows come home. {Goes over and looks under\\nchair,) By Jupiter, he s left it.\\nRuth. What\\nJack. His proposal. Unwraps it.\\nRuth. Jack, it isn t. Honor bright? Let s look at it.\\nJack. But I say, something must be done. He hasn t\\ngiven it to her. His courage must have failed at the last\\nminute. It s a shame.\\nRuth. Jack, our finding it is a dispensation of providence.\\nWe ll do it for him. Quick, get the machine. {They get it\\nand put record on.) There, now to send sister in to hear it.\\nJack. I wonder what he says. Don t you think we might\\njust start it?\\nRuth. Jack, I m ashamed of you. Not one word. But,\\noh, I m afraid to look at it, for fear I should. Quick, quick,\\nlet s take ourselves out of the way of temptation. I don t\\nknow how long my virtue will hold out. You carry it into", "height": "4563", "width": "2665", "jp2-path": "politicalpullcom00jack_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "the next room, so no one will interrupt her, and I ll call her.\\nBut remember, I m watching you. (Jack carries graphophone\\nout, and she goes to other door and calls. Kate, Kate.\\nRuns quickly out of other door and brings Jack in by his\\near.)\\nEnter Kate.\\nRuth. Kate, there s a surprise for you in the next room.\\nJack. -It s altogether the jolliest thing I ever heard.\\n(^Aside.) I m a villain to go back on aunt in this way.\\nRuth. Do hurry and hear it, Kate.\\nJack. And we ll stay outside and watch.\\nRuth. No one will come. You just turn the button, you\\nknow.\\nJack. It s on the table, and we don t know anything about\\nit, you know. {Both run off.)\\nKate. What are those children up to now? Some joke\\nabout their graphophone, I suppose. Just at present I can t say\\nI feel much like joking. Poor John. I was cross with him,\\nbut then he deserved it. To speak so about me. To be sure\\nhe didn t know it was me, but he ought to have guessed, and\\nhe was very rude. And I ll be very severe with him, when he\\ncomes back when he comes back but if he doesn t come\\nof course, he ll come. It would be absurd of him not to come\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094but perhaps I d better not be too severe.\\n(Jack and Ruth poke their heads through doorway,)\\nRuth. Not gone yet, sister\\nJack. Really, it s too good to keep, Mrs. Snowden.\\nKate. Yes, yes, I m going. {Heads withdrawn rising.)\\nBlessed children all their worries and troubles are ahead of\\nthem. Oh, deary me; no, no, I don t think I ll be really\\nhard on John when he comes back to me. \\\\_Exit,\\n{Heads poked out again.)\\nJack. Has she gone\\nRuth. Yes come right away. Jack we might hear some-\\nthing, and it would be downright wicked. {Heads disappear.)\\nEnter Curtis, hurriedly.\\njCuR. By George, I m all in a cold perspiration. {During\\nspeech looks all over room, under chairs, tables, etc.) I d\\ngone almost a mile before I thought of it, and the rate at\\nwhich I came back marks me as a suspicious character for life.", "height": "4563", "width": "2665", "jp2-path": "politicalpullcom00jack_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "--ifr.-: i-i,:\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0V*-;^--^^\\n1 8 A POLITICAL PULL.\\n(^Looks under chair, I d swear I put it under that chair.\\n{Searches further.^ At 19th Street, I was sure a policeman\\nwould stop me. {Peers back of piano. If he had, I d have\\nknocked him down. Ah, there it is. No, it s gone. (Sinks\\ninto chair,) Well, that s the last straw. I suppose it s in the\\nkitchen, being ground out before the butler, or Ruth is ex-\\nhibiting it before a select circle of friends or Jack Jack\\nknew, he may have hidden it in the next room. I wonder if\\nthere is any one there to prevent my looking for it. {Cau-\\ntiously peeps through curtain.) Kate, by Jove, and looking as\\nbonny as a picture. How could I ever expect such a woman\\nto love me? I ll go down on my knees and beg her pardon\\ncall myself a brute, a beast, and abuse myself so, that in very\\ndecency she ll have to take my part. Dear girl, she can t stop\\nmy loving her, even if she won t let me cherish and protect\\nher. I wonder what she s doing. {Looks.) What? What s\\nthat in front of her the graphophone, with the record on it.\\nStop her. Stop her, somebody stop her, quick shall I no,\\nlet her hear it; I m not ashamed of it. It will show her that\\nshe is all the world to me, and then she will understand how I\\nfelt about the money. {Looks again, and then draws back.)\\nHave I the right Yes, I think a man certainly has the right\\nto be present at his own proposal. There, it starts; ah, I\\nknow so well what it is saying Kate, there is something that I\\nhave been longing to say to you for years; that has been in\\nmy heart since boyhood. Will she laugh at it, I wonder Or\\nbe angry? Why, she s on her knees in front of it listening\\nas though she cared. It can t be true. Oh, if I only knew\\nhow far it had gotten. I can t endure it, to let a soulless ma-\\nchine go on with its endless grinding, when I am longing to be\\nwith her, pouring out the tenderness and devotion that fills my\\nheart, as I know I can now. {Tears aside curtain.) Kate,\\nKate, don t listen to that listen to me. \\\\^Exit.\\n(Jack s and Ruth s heads appear again.)\\nRuth. Jack, I m sure I heard some one.\\nJack. Nonsense. It was just my heart beating, don t you\\nhear it, pit-a-pat, pit-a-pat. {They come in.) Ruth, do you\\nknow, I feel real guilty about going back on aunt in this way.\\nRuth. Don t worry. She knows that there are as good\\nfish in the sea as have ever been caught, and she s fond of fish-\\ning. I wonder if Kate has heard it all yet?\\nJack. I don t knov/, and I don t care. I know something", "height": "4563", "width": "2665", "jp2-path": "politicalpullcom00jack_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": ";J^^f^^^^3r^\\nA POLITICAL PULL. 1 9\\nbetter than listening to a dead, heartless graphophone. {Ar-\\nranges two chairs with their backs to the audience,^ There,\\nyou come over here, and sit right close, and I ll tell you all\\nabout my political career. They sit.\\nRuth (with a sigh of contentment^. Jack, do you know, I\\ndon t really mind you re not being artistic, for you re such a\\nnice boy. Jack.\\nEnter Curtis with his arm around Kate.\\nCur. And when I m elected, we ll go to Washington, and\\nyou will outshine them all.\\nKate. And you ve forgiven me for being so horrid to you.\\nCur. Horrid Why, Kate, you re the dear\\n(Jack s and Ruth s heads pop up over back of chairs.)\\nJack. A-hem\\nRuth. We re here, sister.\\nCur. {laughing). You blessed children, you don t think\\nwe 7nind you, do you Why, Paradise is just full of such\\ncherubs as you.\\nJack {to Ruth). Hum Both departeds must be having\\na warm time, as I don t see any place for them in Paradise.\\nEnter McManus, highly excited.\\nMcM. Here they come, mam. Here they come, Mr.\\nCurtis. {Rushes to window.)\\nTack\\nRuth What Ricsh to other wiitdoiv.)\\nMcM. The byes. Don t you hear the band {Band and\\nco7nmotion heard outside. Hear them shout. Coming down.\\nDidn t I tell you things would begin to come our way, mam?\\nKate. But you haven t told them that I\\nMcM. Niver fear. Divil a w^ord. I just marched them\\naround to^ escort Mr. Curtis to the meeting, and to see your\\npretty face.\\nRuth {at window with Jack). Look at the torches.\\nJack. And the high hats.\\nRuth. And the sashes.\\nJack. They re calling for you, Mr. Curtis.\\nMcM. Just listen to the babies. {Drags Curtis to other\\nwindow. Swings hat around head.) Hurra Hurra\\nCur. Come look at them, Kate. {Bows and waves hand\\nat window.)", "height": "4563", "width": "2665", "jp2-path": "politicalpullcom00jack_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "v-:-v-t^-A.^:^\u00c2\u00bb?^l a^\\n20 A POLITICAL PULL.\\nMcM. {rushes back and leads Kate to window). Sure, all\\nthe byes are fond of a pretty face. {Comes down again.)\\nBless her bright eyes, a weddiii would be worth fifty votes.\\nRuth. Oh, they re starting.\\nMcM. What? {Rushing out.) Stop! Whoa! Hi!\\nExit,\\nJack. Look at the old duck with the wooden leg, dancing\\na can-can.\\nRuth. Look. Look at him trying to set fire to the cross-\\neyed man s whiskers.\\nCur. There s Mac.\\nKate. Why, he s making them an oration.\\nCur. They re all looking at you, Kate. They re cheering\\nyou. Lord only knows what he s told them.\\nKate. I don t care. I ll love them all, if they ll only\\nelect you.\\nRuth. Just look at him. Look at him. He s settled the\\nwooden legged one. He s getting them into line. See him bang\\nthem around. {Throwing herself on Jack.) Oh, I could\\njust hug him.\\nJack. Here. Hold on I want to be embraced for myself\\nalone. Not for McManus.\\nEnter McManus.\\nMcM. {rushing in). Come along, Mr. Curtis. Come\\nalong, young mon. You look as though you had a good pair\\nof lungs.\\nCur. All ready. Good-bye, Kate, good-bye. I ll be\\nback.\\nKate. Soon, please And, oh, speak for me, too.\\nJack. Secretary s ready, sir.\\nRuth. Good-bye, Jack, good-bye. Look out for the\\nwooden legged man.\\nMcM. There goes the band. Come on.\\nAll. Good-bye. Good-bye. \\\\All exeunt.\\n(Kate and Ruth rush to windows. Loud cheer from\\nstreet. They wave handkerchiefs. Band grows fainter\\nthey turn toward each other.\\nCURTAIN.", "height": "4563", "width": "2665", "jp2-path": "politicalpullcom00jack_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "JWT -i--*\\nNEW PLAYS.\\nNan, the Mascotte.\\nA Comedy -Drama in Four Acts.\\nBy GILBERT PATTEN.\\nNine male, four female characters. Scenery not difficult; costumes\\nmodern. An up-to-date American melodrama, full of action and interest.\\nThis piece was originally produced by professional talent under the title\\nof Men of Millions, and was a great success. It has been played from\\nmanuscript by amateurs for several seasons, but is now printed for the\\nfirst time. Its characters are all effective and nearly all of fairly even\\nprominence. Soubrette, strong lead, strong heavy, hayseed and\\ndude low comedy, and old maid. Three men and one woman may\\ndouble, thus reducing cast by- four people. Strongly recommended.\\nPlays two and a half hours. Permission to perform must be obtained\\nfrom the author.\\nPrice 25 Cents.\\nSYNOPSIS:\\nACT I.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Caleb s home. Social ambitions. Borrying. Nan, the\\nmascotte. The cut finger. If mother should see us. Laying down the\\nlaw. An unwelcome return. A bitter disappointment. Her husband.\\nYou have not seen the last of me Deacon Smartweed and the wid-\\nder. The see-saw. The accident. What ll the parson say? An es-\\ntrangement. Flood s return. The meeting. That blow is enough. The\\nmurder.\\nACT II. In New York. Lawyer vs. doctor. The speculator. The life\\nof Wall street. The mascotte. The mysterious chamber. The man is\\nmad. Nan and the dude. The real man. In society. Prompting Cupid.\\nA duck and a quack. Eavesdropping. An understanding. A finan-\\ncial crisis. The wolf in sheep s clothing. The cat s out. Breakers\\nahead.\\nACT III.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 The Deacon s visit. A changed wife. Golden Queen stock.\\nThe mascotte s warning. The dude and the deacon. Dunno s I ever saw\\nanythin like that before. The lantern. Some garden sass for Sister\\nBaldwin. The red Indian. The hour of trouble. Sacrificing her child.\\nThe black door. The big chief and the butler. A fateful letter. His re-\\nvenge. A fearful price. A ruined man. Nan to the rescue. Saved.\\nACT IV. Back in the country. A dude sportsman. A weglar\\nwuffian. A trial shot. Gweat Motheth the hat wath on a manth head.\\nThe Deacon s experiences. Frackett s goat. The widow s rescue. Butted\\ninto matrimony. Flood s escape. A false report. A blessing in disguise.\\nThe secret of the room. Jimsy again. Hunted down. The arrest. Nan s\\nenlightenment. For better or for worse. What ll the parson say\\nAn Awkward Squad.\\nA Sketch in One Scene.\\nBy ROBERT fl. BAKER.\\nEight male characters, two very subordinate. A very rapid and viva-\\ncious fifteen-minute sketch, suitable for vaudeville purposes, turning\\nupon a timely military subject. Irish, Dutch, hayseed and dude\\ncomedy parts. All right.\\nPrice 15 Cents.\\nSenf, postpaid, on receipt of price, by\\nBAKER, 5 HAMILTON PLACE, BOSTON, MASa", "height": "4563", "width": "2665", "jp2-path": "politicalpullcom00jack_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "I .\u00e2\u0096\u00a0-Tf.va-. j ^,::g\\n?;i^=%f\u00c2\u00bb55^?^^^ii|\\nA NEW CANTATA FOR CHILDREN\\nA DREAM OF THE FL0WER5\\nConsisting of Songs, Choruses, Recitations,\\nDialogues, Etc.\\nBy NELLIE E- CASE.\\nFor fourteen little girls, one little boy and chorus. Costumes fanciful\\nbut easily gotten up. No scenery needed, though it can be employed to\\nadvantage. This cantata primarily celebrates May Day, introducing a\\nMay-pole Dance, but it is good and not unsuitable for performance at\\nany season. It is published complete with music, pretty and very easy.\\nThis piece is the work of an experienced teacher, familiar with the needs\\nand limitations of children, and is offered with confidence.\\nPrice 25 Cents.\\nA NEW EDITION,\\nBALLAD5 IN BLACK.\\nA Series of Readings to be Produced as Shadow\\nPantomimes.\\nWith full directions for representation. Illustrated with fifty full-\\nX age drawings in silhouette, by J. F. Goodrich.\\nCONTENTS\\nIn Pawn. A Shadow Pantomime in Four Acts and a Prologue; eight\\nillustrations.\\nDrink. A Temperance Shadow Pantomime; eight illustrations.\\nOrpheus, the Organ-Grinder. A Musical Shadow Pantomime; six\\nillustrations.\\nAnonymous. A Nameless Narrative; six illustrations.\\nDriggs and his Double. A Pantomime Paradox; eight illustrations.\\nCinderella. A new version of an old story; eight illustrations.\\nPrice, paper covers 50 Cents.\\nWe have a limited number of these pantomimes, published separately,\\nwhich we can furnish at 15 cents per copy until the edition is exhausted.\\nCinderella is quite out of print and cannot be supplied save in the 60-\\ncent book.", "height": "4563", "width": "2665", "jp2-path": "politicalpullcom00jack_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "^^^^mm\\nTWO NEW COMEDIES.\\nCLOVER FARM.\\nA Farce Comedy in Three Acts.\\nBy GILBERT PATTEN.\\nEight male, three female characters, Scenery easy, costumes modern.\\nA screaming farce, full of fun and action. The unusual evenness of op-\\nportunity that this piece offers to its actors is remarkable. There are,\\nliterally, no small parts. In its original production, and in subsequent\\nperformances from the manuscript, it has always been a laughing suc-\\ncess. Slippery Gibbs, the burglar, and the Rev. Herbert Goodman, with\\nwhom he is confounded, are capital parts, and Salamander Sharp, the\\ndetective, a screamer. Even the cat is a strong part. We can fully\\nrecommend the piece for amateurs or professionals. Plays two and one-\\nhalf hours. Permission to produce must be obtaiived from the author.\\nPrice 25 Cents.\\nSYNOPSIS:\\nACT I.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 At Clover Farm. The old cat. A parson incog. The new\\nboarder. False whiskers. What s your little game? A fair swap.\\nThe burglar s vacation. Jennie and the Count. A son of Yale. A domes-\\ntic breeze. Here s where I make me bluff. An amateur parson. The\\nveiled lady. The female detective. A little scrimmage. A French duel.\\nDetective Sharp. The untired sleuth-hound of the law. A wrong\\nsteer. The elopement. It was the cat!\\nACT II.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 At the picnic. The fire-eater takes water. Scarcely a\\nsuicide. A desperate man. An extempore comedy. Great Caesar!\\nwhat a scrape! A double misunderstanding. A bothered burglar.\\nThe lynx-eyed ferret of justice. A wrong scent. A humorous alliance.\\nJim and the pie. The tramp. I can t I ve got my pants off! The\\nmurderous Count. Explanations. Forcing her hand. Married by a\\nburglar. The never-beaten detective. The wrong man.\\nACT III. Sunrise in the barn-yard. On guard. Asleep at his post.\\nYou have ruined our plans. A howlin toothache. A set-back for the\\nsleuth-hound. The parson himself again. Highway robbery. The ad-\\nvantages of being deaf. Don t tell me my child is married to a nigger!\\nThe last of the Count. The blow it near killed father. Facing it out.\\nBliss and rapture. Slippery Gibbs. Bless you, my children, bless you,\\nA Bachelor s Banquet,\\nOR, AN INDIGESTIBLE ROflANCE.\\nA Farce in One Act,\\nBy LEWIS D. HUMPHREY.\\nThree male, three female characters. Costumes and scenery simple.\\nPrinted as originally produced at Radcliffe College, Cambridge. An ex-\\ncellent farce of the high class popularized by Mr. Howells, its humor\\nabundant but refined, its story vivacious and amusing but entirely sane\\nand i ossible. All parts good. Plays rapidly a full hour.\\nPrice 15 Cents.\\nSen^, postpaid^ on receipt of price by\\nBAKER, 5 HAMILTON PLACE, BOSTON, MASa", "height": "4563", "width": "2665", "jp2-path": "politicalpullcom00jack_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "LATEST PLAYS.\\nThe Old Maids Convention.\\nAN ENTERTAINMENT IN ONE SCENE.\\nBy LAURA M. PARSONS.\\nAuthor of Jerusha Dow s Family Album, The District\\nSchool at Blueberry Corners, Etc.\\nOne male, twenty female characters and specialties. Costumes eccen-\\ntric; scenery unimportant; can be produced on a platform without any.\\nThis is an excellent version of a widely popular entertainment which has\\nlong existed in manuscript, but is now for the first time offered in print.\\nIt is practically for afl female characters, since Prof. Pinkerton, its one\\nman, may be represented by a lady, if desired. Pinkerton s Electric\\nTransform(h)er is a marvelous invention, whatever the sex of its dis-\\ncoverer, and is capable of creating great amusement. This entertainment,\\nof which it is a feature, is brightly and humorously written, and moves\\nalong briskly to a laughable conclusion. Lots of good characters and\\nopportunity for specialties. A worthy successor to the popular Prof.\\nBaxter s Great Invention. Plays an hour and a half with specialties.\\nPrice, 25 Cents.\\nSYNOPSIS.\\nScene.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 The Old Maids Matrimonial Club. The Club in executive\\nsession. Quotations. An unpopular sentiment. The Secretary s report.\\nThe report of the Treasurer. Candy kisses. The Lookout Committee.\\nWidower Groodhope. A bachelor by the name of Rigby. I don t care\\nif he hasn t a dollar. A few suggestions toward the propagation of\\nmatrimony. The club in debate. A literary interlude. Prof. Pinkerton s\\nadvent. A scientific exposition. Testimonials Before using your\\nTransform(h)er I was totally blind, and now I can see my finish. The\\ngreat invention at work. Blonde or brunette Old maids made new.\\nA great success. A difficult case. Somewhat overdone. The machine\\ncan make no mistake. A hard problem. I want to be a man. The Pro-\\nfessor phazed but not daunted. Drink the stuff and pile in. An explosion\\nof laughter.\\nPOPPING BY PROXY.\\nA FARCE IN ONE ACT.\\nBy O. E. YOUNG.\\nTwo male, four female characters. Scenery easy, costumes rustic. This\\nis a very amusing, if somewhat athletic farce, suitable for the young and\\nrobust, and likely to be popular among people who rejoice in practical\\njoking and high animal spirits. It is distinctly not a drawing-room play,\\nbut is full of good, broad, boisterous fun, and tells a very entertaining\\nstory. Plays forty-five minutes.\\nPrice, 15 Cents.\\nSent^ postpaid^ on receipt of price by\\nBAKER, 5 HAMILTON PLACE, BOSTON, MASS.", "height": "4563", "width": "2665", "jp2-path": "politicalpullcom00jack_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "THF MAr^KTRATF I a Farce in Three Acts. By Art mi n W. 2i\\nir m lViAUi; 1 J:^.A A II^ I p,j;kro. IVelve male, four female char- h\\\\\\nacters. Costumes, modern scenery, all \u00e2\u0080\u00a2a^\\ninterior. The merits of this excellent and amusing piece, one of the most popu-\\nlar of its author s plays, are well attested hy long an i repeated runs in the \\\\V\\nprincipal American theatres. Tt is of the highest class of dramatic writing, and\\nis upr()an(msly funny, and at the same time unexceptionable in tone. Its entire\\nsuitability for amateur performance has been shown by hundreds of such pro-\\nductions from manuscript during the past three years. Plays two hours and\\na half. (1892.)\\nTHE NOTORIOUS\\nMRS. EBBSMITH.\\nA Play in Four Acts. By AuTTirR W.\\nPiNERO. Eight male and five female char-\\nacters. Costumes, modern scenery, three\\ninteriors. This well-known and powerful\\nplay is not well suited for amateur per-\\nformance. It is offered to Mr. Pinero s admirers among the reading public in\\nanswer to the demand which its wide discussion as an acted play has created.\\n(1894.) Also in Cloth, $1.00.\\ncharacters. Scene, a single interior, the\\nis\\nis\\nA Drama in Four Acts. By Arthur W. /I\\\\\\nPiNERO. Eight male and five female charac-\\nters; scenery, all interiors. Tliis is a prob-\\nlem play continuing the series to which The\\nProfligate and The Second Mrs. Tanqueray\\nbelong, and while strongly dramatic, and intensely interesting is not suited for ^\u00c2\u00abw\\namateur performance. It is recommended for Reading Clubs. (1895.) j[\\\\\\nXT-TC PPr^TTT inAXT? I A Play in Four Acts. By Arthitr W. Pine- /.Z\\nJTJXVyx l^lVJn. X J-.\u00c2\u00bb jj,^^ Seven male and five female characters. #1%\\nScenery, three interiors, rather elaborate \u00e2\u0080\u00a2.V\\ncostumes, modern. This is a piece of serious interest, powerfully dramatic in\\nmovement, and tragic in its event. An admirable play, but not suited for ama- \\\\v\\nteur performance. (1892.) ^1^\\nTHF ^rHOOT MT^TRFS^ a Farce in Three Acts. ByARTRUR f4\\\\\\ninr. DV-nWV^l-.lVUOlIVIIOO^ W. Pinero. Klne male, seven te- jli\\nmale characters. Costumes, mod- wm\\\\\\nem; scenery, three interiors, easily arranged. This ingenious and laughable iiw\\nfarce was played by Miss Kosina Vokes during her last season in America with rfj\\ngreat success! Its plot is amusing, its action rapid and full of incident, its dia- jfAW\\nlogue brilliant, and its scheme of character especially rich in quaint and humor- wm\\\\\\nous types. The Hon. VereQueckett and Peggy are especially strong. The piece ^aw\\nis in all respects suitable for amateurs. (1894.) w^fjS\\nTHE SECOND\\nMRS. TANQUERAY.\\nf\\n^WFFT T AVFfJDFR I Comedy in Three Acts. Bv Arthtr \\\\I/\\nO W liC 1 1^I\\\\ V LLL^l^i:j\\\\.* I YV. Pinero. Seven male and four female ^!v\\nigie int\\nsame for all three acts; costumes, modern and fashionable. This well known\\nand popular piece is admirably suited to amateur players, by whom it has been\\noften given during the last few years. Its story is strongly sympathetic, and its\\ncomedy interest abundant and strong. (1893.)\\nI\\nTHK TTWrFS I a comedy in Four Acts. By Arthitr W. Ptnefo. Six\\nj male and seven female characters. Scene, a single ele-\\ngant interior; costumes, modern and fashionable. An\\nentertaining piece, of strong dramatic interest and admirable satirical humor. Kmd\\n(1892.) W\\nTHF WFATJTFP CFV I a Comedy in Three Acts. By Arthur jK\\nAAXi^ yyc^ru^ JZJK OC.^^ W. Pinero. Eight male and eight female \\\\l/\\ncharacters. Costumes, modern scenery, ^iv\\ntwo interiors, not difficult. This very amusing comedy was a popular feature of\\nthe repertoire of Mr. and Mrs. Kendal in this country. It presents a plot of JV,\\nstrong dramatic interest, and its incidental satire of Woman s Rights em- Vl/\\nFlovs some admirably humorous characters, and inspires many very clever lines. Tv,\\nts leading characters are unusuallv even in strength and prominence, which M#\\nmakes it a very satisfactory piece for amateurs. (1894.) vJT", "height": "4563", "width": "2665", "jp2-path": "politicalpullcom00jack_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "LIBRftRY OF CONGRESS\\nNEW OPERETTAS FOR\\nEDITH S DREAM.\\nan \u00c2\u00a9perrtta Ut \u00e2\u0082\u00acl)iltjrru.\\nWords by MARGARET FEZANDIE and EDGAR MORETTE,\\nMusic by EUGENE FEZANDIE,\\nEleven characters, girls ami boys, or all girls, as preferred ten or more a ldi-\\ntioiial r or chorus. Scenery unnecessary; costumes, pretty and fanciful, but\\neasily arranged at home. This admirable little piece is printed complete with\\nmusic. It is very tuneful and gracefully inuigined, and is strongly recommended\\nfor private tlieatri(;als or for schools. It is particularly well suited for the latter\\nuse, as it deals whimsically with the question of youthful study, inculcating,\\nliowever, an excellent moral.\\nPrice\\n35 cents.\\nODD OPERASMEVENTiDE.\\nA Collection of Short and Simple Musical\\nEntertainments for Children.\\nBy MRS* G* R BORDMAN,\\nTbis collection provides a simple operetta, a fairy opera, a picturesque motion\\nsong, a quaint nmsicnl pantomime, a pretty musical sketch, and two original\\nhumorous recitations for children, complete, with all the music, and full instruc-\\ntions for performance. Tbe music is tuneful and simple, and is specially written\\nwitb tbe tastes and limitations of cbildren in view. The solos are easily learned\\nand sung, and all the choruses are written for voices in unison. The collection\\nis strongly recommende l for its simplicity and perfect practicability, Neither\\nstage nor scenery is demanded, nor any other requirements tliat cannot be met\\nwithout trouble by tbeequipuient of the ordinary hall or church vestry, and the\\nzeal of tlie most economical committee of arraugenients.\\nPrice\\nCONTENTS*\\n50 cents.\\nA Glimpse of the Brownies, A\\nMusical Sketch for Children. Any\\niiuuiber of boys.\\nMarket Day. A n Operetta for Young\\nrcojde. Seven speaking parts and\\nchorus.\\n^ueen Flora s Day I reafn, An\\nOperetta l\u00c2\u00abjr Children. Six speak-\\ning parts and chorus.\\nThe Boating: Party. A Musical\\nSjcetch for Little Children. Thirty\\nboys and girls.\\nSix TJttle Grandmas. A Musical\\nPj[intomime for very Little Children.\\nSix very little girls.\\nJimmy Crow. A Uecitatiou for a\\nLittle Girl.\\nA House In the Moon. A it i\\ntion for a Child.", "height": "4526", "width": "2891", "jp2-path": "politicalpullcom00jack_0028.jp2"}}