{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3513", "width": "2332", "jp2-path": "hisfatherssonfar00howi_0003.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "SHOEMAKER S\\nBest Selections\\nFOR\\nREADINGS AND RECITATIONS\\nNumbers 1 to 25 No^w Issued\\nPaper binding, each number, 30 cents\\nCloth ii a 50\\nThis series was formerly called The Elocutionist s\\nAnnual, the first 17 numbers being published under\\nthat title. The change in name is made because it is\\nbelieved a more appropriate title is thus secured.\\nTeachers, Readers, Students, and all persons who\\nhave occasion to use books of this kind, concede this\\nto be the best series of speakers published. The differ-\\nent numbers are compiled by leading elocutionists of\\nthe country, who have exceptional facilities for securing\\nselections, and whose judgment as to their merits is in-\\nvaluable. No trouble or expense is spared to obtain the\\nvery best readings and recitations, and much material is\\nused by special arrangement with other publishers, thus\\nsecuring the best selections from such American authors\\nas Longfellow, Holmes, Whittier, Lowell, Emerson,\\nAlice and Phoebe Gary, Mrs. Stowe, and many others.\\nThe foremost English authors are also represented, as\\nwell as the leading French and German writers.\\nSold by all Booksellers and Newsdealers, or mailed\\nupon receipt of price.\\nThe Penn Publishing Company\\n923 Arch Street\\nPhiladelphia", "height": "3462", "width": "2096", "jp2-path": "hisfatherssonfar00howi_0004.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "HIS FATHER S SON\\nA Farce Comedy in One Act\\nBY HELLEN MORRISON HOWIE\\nAuthor of After the Matinee/* The Reformer Reformed/ etc.\\nPhiladelphia\\nThe Penn Publishing Company\\n.1900", "height": "3493", "width": "2168", "jp2-path": "hisfatherssonfar00howi_0005.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "\\\\5\\np^:t v^\\n2C,Q8S\\n6^\\n5^\\noC\\nLibrary of Congre^ss\\nTwo Copies RECEfvEo\\nJUL 141900\\nCopyright entry\\nSECOND copy.\\nDelivered to\\nRDER DIVISION,\\nCopyright 1900 by The Penn Publishing Company", "height": "3462", "width": "2096", "jp2-path": "hisfatherssonfar00howi_0006.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "HIS FATHER^S SON\\nCAST OF CHARACTERS\\nJosiAH Smtthkins A Widower\\nJoe His Only Son\\nMiss Jane Ann Tubes JosialCs First Love\\nPearl Her Niece\\nCostumes Modern\\nTime in Representation, One Hour", "height": "3493", "width": "2168", "jp2-path": "hisfatherssonfar00howi_0007.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3462", "width": "2096", "jp2-path": "hisfatherssonfar00howi_0008.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "HIS FATHER S SON\\nScene Cosy mid homelike interior, half difiing, half sit-\\nting- j^oom door in flat c, with transom another door\\nin R. front directly opposite this doorway a fireplace\\nL., with large wooden clock, photos and various objects\\n{not of a fragile nature) on the mantelshelf; in Jro?it\\nof the fireplace a table, with fa?icy cover, on which\\nare placed some books, papers and a Japanese vase\\n7iear the end of this table l. c. stands a tall folding\\nscreen partly under the table, at the opposite e?id from\\nthe screen and in view of the audience, there lies on the\\nfloor an envelope, such as are used in dry -goods stores,\\nencasing a pair of black, silk stockings side-board R.,\\nsofa R. c, large easy chair and several smaller chairs\\ndisposed about the room.\\nSmithkins {rushing breathlessly into the roovi, shutting\\nthe door with a slam, and locking it). Thank Heaven I ve\\nfound a refuge at last Phew Maybe I didn t have to run\\nfor it Oh, that ungrateful boy To think he could so deceive\\na doting father! Haven t I confided to him my financial\\ndiflicultles Haven t I talked it into him all his life that he\\nwas expected to retrieve the lost fortunes of our noble\\nhouse by marrying money And now\u00e2\u0080\u0094 when he had only\\nto say the word and win the heiress to old Huntley s thou-\\nsands\u00e2\u0080\u0094he has gone and actually engaged himsell to a\\nballet-girl A flaunting, kicking, skipping, twisting, pirouet-\\nting hussy of a ballet-girl {Tragically) Fate late have\\nyou any harder blow in store for me, if so {throwing open\\nhis coat and slapping his breast), strike now, for after this I\\ncan bear anything Just to think how he has been foohng\\nme all these months with his Yes, Papa {acccfit on the\\nlast syllable) and No, Papa The young rascal! But my\\neyes are opened at last. To-day I received this anonymous\\nletter. {Produces letter and reads aloud.) Watch your\\nboy. I know on very good authority diat he intends marry-\\ning a certain Mile. Rosa, a ballet dancer at the Criterion.\\nFollow him when he leaves home to-day and you may see\\nsomething that will open your eyes to the true character of\\nyour only son and heir.\\n(Signed) A friend and well-wisher.", "height": "3513", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "hisfatherssonfar00howi_0009.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "6 HIS FATHER S SON\\n{Retiivjiing letter to his pockety Well, I followed that\\nis, for a while, but most of the time it seemed to me that I\\nwas running away from him. The young scamp would\\nturn on his tracks as if he knew he was being shadowed\\nand wanted to give as much trouble as possible. I thought\\nI had found a safe retreat behind the door of this apart-\\nment house when, peek-a-boo, up he comes again, and this\\ntime not alone either, but accompanied by as pert-looking\\na bundle of dry-goods as you would wish to see the ballet\\ndancing minx of course They were making for this very\\nhouse. I made for the stairs. And here I am hiding like\\na sneak thief in a strange apartment {looking about), per-\\nhaps, the abode of some chaste, lone female Awful\\nthought The gods forbid {Lifts a book from the table,\\nreads the title aloud) How to Catch a Husband. Ah!\\ntis as I had feared No married woman would buy that\\nbook. She knows how to catch her husband, and she s\\nalways sure to catch him when he thinks he s safest.\\n{Opens the book and reads aloud the written inscription on\\nthe title page.) To Jane Ann, from a friend. I was once\\nfriendly with a Jane Ann myself. She was my first love.\\nBut a cruel father came between us. He put an end to the\\naffair, and a head on me. Poor girl where is she now\\nI wonder if she kept that piece of poetry I wrote her!\\n{Recites)\\nCome, Jane Ann, where the birdlets sing\\nSweet carols to the budding spring\\nCome, Jane Ann, where the whispering breeze\\nMurmurs love to the bending trees.\\nCome and get a gait-on, please,\\nBefore that crank, your father, sees\\nHeigh-ho poor Jane Ann Josiah, my boy {shaki?ig his\\nhead)^y\\\\n afraid you were a sad lady-killer in those days.\\nNo wonder Joe runs after the girls. He s his father s son\\nall right. That reminds me. Where is that young sap-\\nhead now? The coast is surely clear by this time. I must\\nmake good my escape. {Throws the book on the table.)\\nGood-by, Jane Ann {Some o?ie knocks at the door Smith-\\nkins in a panic, rushes about the room i?i search of a hidi?ig\\nplace)\\nVoice without. Are you there, dear? Never mind\\nabout the doctor. Baby is better now. Oh, by the way I\\nHand me out my stockings, won t you I earn\u00c2\u00a9 awa and\\nforgot them*", "height": "3462", "width": "2096", "jp2-path": "hisfatherssonfar00howi_0010.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "HIS father s son 7\\nSmithkins (Jiis curiosity getting the better of his ca2itio?i,\\nassuming a falsetto). Your what\\nVoice without. My stockings, of course, stupid!\\nYou ve got them. Please be quick\\nSmithkins {aside). I ve got them, have I {Pntti?ig his\\nhands to his head.) I really begin to feel that way {Pulls\\nup his trousers and examines his socks which are of a gor-\\ngeous plaid) No, no Josiah, my boy she can t fool you\\nto that extent {Slapping his leg) These are your calf-\\nprotectors, Josiah yours {Aloud.) Misguided female\\ncease your babbling! I swear by every hair on my bald\\nhead that what you say is false Go go, I say to your\\nuncles\\nVoice without. Pearl, please stop your fooling! I\\nlike a joke as well as any one, but to stand here in this\\ndraughty hall with nothing on but a bathrobe is no joke, I\\ncan tell you\\nSmithkins {aside). In her bathrobe Shocking.\\nVoice without {sneezing). Oh I m catching my death\\nof cold Can t you find them They re in a flat-looking\\npackage. I think I left it on the mantelpiece.\\nSmithkins {aside). On the mantelpiece. {Hu7 ries\\ntowards it falls over a chair trying to save himself, pulls\\nthe cover from the table, rose jar, books, etc., fall to the floor\\nwith a crash)\\nVoice without {with a scream). Mercy! What have\\nyou broken\\nSmithkins {sitting 07i the floor and rubbing his shin).\\nMy leg\\nVoice without. Oh, is that all! I thought it was\\nsome of the china.\\nSmithkins {rising his face expressing the disgust he\\nfeels). Oh, no, no! It wasn t the china! {Kicki^ig the\\nbroken fragments about the floor) Oh, no no {Limps\\nover to the fireplace)\\nVoice without. Well have you got it\\nSmithkins {making havoc of the mantel throwing the\\nvarious small aj ticles about the rooni). No I m looking\\nfor it. Lifts the clock a fiat-looking package falls to the\\nfloor) Well, it takes a woman to hide things. {Replaces\\nthe clock a?id lifts package) I ve heard of clocks in stock-\\nings, but I never heard of stockings in clocks before\\nVoice without {/mpatie?itly pounding on the door).\\nWell?\\nSmithkins. I ve got it! {Unlocks the door and opens\\nit a little keepi7ig himself ivell hidde?i, tlwusts out the pack-", "height": "3493", "width": "2168", "jp2-path": "hisfatherssonfar00howi_0011.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "8 HIS f ATHER S SON\\nage)) There! {Quickly closes the door, hut does 7iot\\nlock it.)\\nVoice without. Oh, tlianks you dear old darhng,\\n3^ou Good-by\\nSmith KINS {leaning with his back against the closed door\\nand waving his hands). Good-by good-b} {A pause,\\nduring ivhich Smithkins imbs his shin, shaking his head as\\nhe ruefully surveys the dismantled appearance of the room.)\\nWell, Josiah {scratching his head). So you saUied forth for\\nadventure this morning, did you? You re getting it! oli\\nyou re getting it {Attempts to cross to the chair for his hat,\\nintending to beat a hasty retreat, ivhen the injured leg sud-\\ndenly begins to act very queerly first, it collapses entirely\\nunder his weight then when its startled owner gets it straight-\\nened it insists on remaining in that position for some time,\\nperfectly rigid again, it is seized by an iincontrollable tremor,\\njerking suddenly to the right then to the left)\\nSmi rin^TNS {hopping wildly about the room, then sinking\\non the sofa). A doctor Quick somebody lielp My leg s\\nbewitched\\n{Enters Miss Tubes, door c.)\\nMiss Tubes {speaking as she enters). Pearl, what is the\\nmeaning of this outrageous disturbance Can t I leave\\nhome for an hour or two without coming back to find\\n{Sees Smithkins and screams.)\\nSmithkins. Me, yes, I know. I didn t intend you\\nshould, but you have. Sit down {making room for her on\\nthe sofa), and we ll talk it over\\nMiss Tubes. Sit down You bald-headed old repro-\\nbate. How dare you Walk out of here this instant!\\nSmithkins {rubbing his leg). Just what I want to do\\nbut can t\\nMiss Tubes {surveying the rooni). What Were you\\nattempting to carry away my belongings\\nSmithkins. No I wasn t carrying them away. I was\\nthrowing them away\\nMiss Tubes {ivith an exclamation of horror at sight of\\nthe broken vase). Oh, such vandalism My rose vase A\\ngift that I have cherished since my youth\\nSmithkins. So long It was time it was broken.\\nMiss Tubes. Such insolence! Sir, whoever you are\\nyou certainly have an unparalleled amount of assurance.\\nSmithkins. Oh, my assurance is all right. It s my leg\\nthat s weak. {Attempts to walk here the^ injured limb be-\\ngins another series of performances Smithkins hops about", "height": "3462", "width": "2096", "jp2-path": "hisfatherssonfar00howi_0012.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "HIS FATHER S SON 9\\nthe room, cutting a ridiculous fig^ire Miss TuBBS screams,\\ninterposing some article of fur?iiture between herself and\\nJiiiii every time lie nears her vicinity^\\nSiNiiTHKiNS. Sit down, woman! And keep still! It s\\nbad enough to have one of us making a fool of himself!\\nOh Oh Throws himself on his back, kicking out the\\ninjured limb vigorously)\\nMiss Tubes. Oh, if I were only well out of here! This\\nman is certainly crazy\\nSim ITH kins. I ve got all the symptoms, I know, but I\\nain t Oh, my leg my leg Pull it, will you\\nMiss Tubes (//f?rr/;f^^; with a faint scream). Oh! you\\nyou abandoned old sinner, you I\\nSiMiTHKiNS. What are you making such a fuss about?\\nIt wouldn t be the first time that a woman has pulled a\\nman s leg.\\nMiss Tubes {aside). If I could only reach the door.\\n(Sri ITH KINS lies on the floor between her and the doorway\\ngathering her skirts about her she attempts to pass him, but\\nhe kicks out in her direction, compelling her to retreat to\\nher corner she makes a second atternpt^ almost reaching\\nthe door-way)\\nSmithkins. No, no None of that {fumping up and\\nseizing her by the wrist)\\nMiss Tubes (i-Zr//^^//;/^). Help! Help!\\nSmithkins. Stop that noise You ll arouse the whole\\nneighborhood. Listen I can explain my presence here.\\nI m no thief; I m a respectable man\\nMiss Tubes. A respectable man Do respectable men\\nbreak into people s houses, smash up the furniture and\\nassault the inmates You a respectable man No, sir\\nyours is the face of a hardened criminal\\nSmithkins. Not quite so bad as that, I hope.\\nMiss Tubes. Unhand me, I say Pearl somebody\\ncome Quick Help help\\nSmithkins. Madam, far be it from me to forget the\\ncourtesy due to a lady, but if you don t stop that at once I\\nshall be compelled, in self-defence to silence you by force.\\nOnce for all will you be still and listen to me\\nMiss Tubes. No, I will not be still You may murder\\nme but I will die fighting! {They glare at each other as\\nthey look the expressions on their faces change Smithkins\\nlets go his hold on the womaii s wrist, falling back a step)\\nSmithkins {aside). Where have I seen that face before", "height": "3493", "width": "2138", "jp2-path": "hisfatherssonfar00howi_0013.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "lO HIS FATHER S SON\\nMiss Tubes {aside). Those eyes How strange Who\\ncan he be\\nSmithkins {looking at her iiitentlj Can it be Yes\\nit is Jane Ann\\nMiss Tubes {starting back in horror). Josiah No no\\nI cannot believe it Josiah a thief Oh, this is too cruel\\ntoo cruel Oh {Falls into the chair in a faint.)\\nSmithkins. Miss Tubbs Jane Ann for mercy s sake,\\ndon t do that Here smell this Takes a cigar fi^om\\nhis pocket and holds it under her 7iose.) She always hated\\ntobacco. Maybe the smell of it will bring her to. No use.\\nHere s a pretty fix What am I to do What do people\\ndo when other people faint Oh, I know! unfasten her\\ncollar! She doesn t wear one. Tickle the soles of her\\nfeet! I hardly like to try that. Burn a feather under her\\nnose I m a bird, I know, but I haven t grown any feathers\\nyet. How would singed hair do {Feeling his bald head)\\nNo, no, Josiah decidedly you haven t hair to burn. Water\\nWater! that s the thing Cheer up, Jane Ann, I ll have you\\nall right in a minute. I ll go in next door and ask the\\nwoman in the bathrobe to give me a bathtub full. With\\nhis hand on the door-knob) I ll {sound of voices without)\\nno, I won t for my son is speaking to some one out in\\nthat hall My son ^Jane Ann my son Will you let\\nthat fact slowly percolate through the interstices of your be-\\nfogged intellect? In other words, will you catch on, Jane\\nAnn, and look a little more lively and evince some interest\\nin current events Listen {Speaking excitedly, getting\\ndown on his knees and taking her inert hand in his, jerking\\nit as he speaks.) My son is coming to this room. I know\\nthat because everybody comes to this room. Now it is im-\\nportant that he should not see me here. It s a long story\\na family secret a louder tone), o. secret! do you hear?\\nIt s no use {Dropping her hand and rising to his feet)\\nShe is certainly in a dead faint when that word doesn t\\naffect her. What s to be done {Scratching his head.) I\\ncan t afford to be discovered here alone with a woman in a\\nfaint. If she won t come to and go to, then I must go\\ndo, that s all And there s no time to waste, either. I will\\nhide her but where {Looks arojmd) Ah here is a\\ndoor. {Grosses to door, r.) Let me investigate. A quiet\\nroom, a dark and secluded spot, where the noises from the\\nouter world will not disturb her repose. Jane Ann, I m\\nsorry {taki/ig her under the arms and di agging her along),\\nbut circumstances over which I have no control force me to\\nthe deed. The Fates are playing Rugby to-day and they re", "height": "3462", "width": "2096", "jp2-path": "hisfatherssonfar00howi_0014.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "HIS FATHERS SON II\\nusing me for the ball No wonder I feel light in the head\\nBy the way, you re not so light, Jane Ann You ve covered\\nyour framework with many a pound of solid flesh since the\\ndays of your raw-boned youth, my dear. Voices witJiout\\nSmithkins continues in a smxastic aside) Yes, yes this\\nis tlie room. You ve made no mistake. Walk right in.\\nI m getting ready for visitors. This is my reception day.\\nThere {Shufs the door on the miconscious female, seizes hii\\nhat and darts behind the screen)\\n{Enter ]oE and Peari., laughing and talking; Joe has his\\narm about his companion s waist)\\nJoe. Poor old dad If that bald pate of his didn t per-\\nspire this morning, I don t know what else it did After\\ntiring him out, I finally shook him. Wonder where he is\\nnow! (Smith KINS j// :7^ 6 6- his fist at his 7tnsuspecting off-\\nspring)\\nPearl. Some one has told him about your visiting here.\\nAnd now he ll put an end to it all and we ll be separated,\\nand maybe we ll never see each other again never! think\\nof that, Joe never Boo-hoo {Hides her face in her\\nhandkerchief)\\nJoe. Here I just postpone that a minute will you, until I\\nlight my cigarette {Lights it)\\nSmithkins {aside). Smokes does he? What next!\\nJoe. There now, little woman, lay your head right here\\n{pressing her cheek against his breast) and listen to me for\\na minute. {Pearl weeps noisily) Say. look out Go eas3^\\nwon t you That coat was bought new this week. Well, as\\nI was going to say\\nPearl. It s no use, Joe I know it all\\nJoe. You know it all, do you. No wonder I can t get a\\nword in edgewise. Those people are always hard to talk\\nto the kind that know it all. Well, as I was going to\\nsay^\\nPearl. Your father is a cruel, bad man, Joe, to wish to\\nseparate us.\\nJoe. Don t be too hard on dad. Pearl. You see the\\ntrouble is, father forgets that I am no longer the little five-\\nyear-old my poor dead mother left in his care. Now in\\ntliis Adele Hart affair, he imagines he has only to say the\\nword and I will instantly fall at her overgrown feet, and beg\\nher, feet and all, but especially her money bags, to be\\nmine.\\nPearl. You marry that girl! The very thought of such\\nu thing makes me ill", "height": "3493", "width": "2138", "jp2-path": "hisfatherssonfar00howi_0015.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "12 HIS FATHER S SON\\nJoe. Strange it affects me that wa3^ too. When I\\nremember the clammy touch of Adele s flabby hand when\\nI recall the vague expression of her fishy eye when I\\nthink of that fairy tread of hers but especially, when I\\nlook at her mother and try to picture myself with that fire-\\neating old termagant for a mother-in-law, I feel ill\\ndecidedly ill, and all old Huntley s thousands cannot cure\\nmy nausea. No, no, sweetheart, in this broad, free America\\nwe can afford to marry for love, and we re going to do it\\nAren t we, my Pearline\\nPearl. Pearline Do you take me for a washijig com-\\npound\\nJoe. No but I ll take you for better or worse. And\\nnow, Pearl, no more secrecy I will speak to my father this\\nvery day. Your aunt also must be told.\\nPearl. Oh, that reminds me! Auntie has gone down\\ntown and won t be back until late. You will stay and have\\nluncheon with me and we ll have a splendid {iioticing for\\nthe first time tlie appearance of the room). Gracious what\\nhas happened here\\nJoe. Things do look rather upset, that s a fact. If this\\nis a sample of your housekeeping. Pearl, I begin to tremble\\nfor my matrimonial happiness.\\nPearl. That cat has gotten in here again You know\\nI told you when I met you that Mrs. Norton s baby had\\ntaken suddenly ill and that I had gone to telephone for the\\ndoctor. In my hurry I must have forgotten to close the\\ndoor. How careless Oh {picks up piece of the broken\\nvase) I m so sorry It was ugly enough, goodness knows, but\\nauntie prized that vase more than anything else in the house.\\nJoe {shaki/ig his head). A mistake to set one s affections\\non the hollow things of this world.\\nYk^v.\\\\. {playfully pushing him aside). Suppose you take\\nyourself and your moralizing over to the other side of the\\nroom until I tidy up here. {She lifts the diffe7 ent articles\\nfrom the floor without i^emarking the dry-goods package, a?id\\narranges the mantel the pieces of the vase she places on the\\nsideboard, from the drawer of which she produces a linen\\ntable cover and sets the table for two.)\\nJoe {takes out another cigarette, nonchalantly Puffs at it\\nwhile he talks). Mistakes How we keep on making them.\\nFor instance\\nI\\nMen think they ll see the stage, now that the theatre hat is\\nbarred,\\nA mistake A mistake I", "height": "3462", "width": "2096", "jp2-path": "hisfatherssonfar00howi_0016.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "HIS father s son 13\\nThey even think that women for men s feehngs have regard,\\nA mistake\\nDid Eve put off her bonnet She lias still her pompadour,\\nThat frizzy, frowzy mass of hair with pins and combs\\ngalore,\\nIs a more effectual shutter off th.an any hat she wore.\\nII\\nThose British yachtsmen thought our cup in need of change\\nof air,\\nA mistake A mistake\\nThey said they d come to take it back to Albion s shores so\\nfair,\\nA mistake\\nColumbia quickly showed them what a Yankee craft could\\ndo,\\nAnd they hied them home to Britain, a disappointed crew.\\nAnd methinks the cup will tarnish e er they visit us anew.\\nIll\\nA seven-and-a-half-a-week youth goes courting some fair\\nmaid,\\nA mistake A mistake\\nTries to give her the impression that in gold dust he can\\nwade,\\nA mistake\\nShe eats his high-priced dinners, wears his flowers to the\\nplay,\\n(He d borrowed money for the seats in town that very\\nday,)\\nBut she weds the other fellow in the same old way.\\nIV\\nThe new woman, some aver, is a menace to the race,\\nA mistake A mistake\\nThat to herself she arrogates the all-important place,\\nA mistake\\nMen may storm about and bluster, they may fume and fret\\nand stew,\\nTalk large of their authority and what they re going to do,\\nBut women still will run them, whether she be old or\\nnew.", "height": "3493", "width": "2138", "jp2-path": "hisfatherssonfar00howi_0017.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "14 HIS father s son\\nV\\nOut West they think that silver will do just as well as gold,\\nA mistake A mistake\\nThey d like to flood the country with quantities untold,\\nA mistake\\nThey tell us if we d let them run the governmental show.\\nThere would be no more expansion and trusts would\\nhave to go,\\nAnd the richest man around would be the man with the\\nhoe.\\nThese verses may be added to, the latest topic of the day\\nforming subject for the rhyme if for any reason it is thought\\nbest to omit them, Joe must fill in the time by helping Pearl\\nto set the table, she calling for the various articles, he bring-\\ning them from the sideboard some amusing by-play might\\nbe i?itroduced.)\\nPearl. It is all ready. Come now and have something\\nto eat.\\nJoe. Nay Fm above such sordid needs.\\nPearl. Feeling ill?\\nJoe. No; happy! {Here a song and a dajice may be in-\\ntroduced Smith KINS joijis in the dance, at its close darting\\nback behind the screen just in time to avoid discovery)}\\nPearl {seating herself at the table ivith her back to the\\nfireplace) Well, if you refuse to keep me company\\nJoe. Keep you company I will go with you if need be\\nto the grave {Seating himself opposite her at the table.)\\nPearl. I hope my cooking isn t so deadly as that.\\nJoe {gulping down a mouthful). Almost! {Holds out a\\nplate of biscuits.) Have a paper-weight\\nPearl {wavi?ig it aside). For your sake I e en will deny\\nmyself.\\nJoe. Pearl, don t tell me that you made them expressly\\nfor me There s a limit to my endurance\\nPearl. You don t like biscuits How would a ham\\nsandwich strike you? Here is one. {Offers it)\\nJoe. It wouldn t strike nearly so hard as the biscuit.\\nTakes it.) Thanks {Places the sandwich on the table at\\nthe end nearest the scree^t) But Pearl, I fain would taste of\\nthe nectar of your lips a kiss ^just one\\nPearl {laughing). You foolish boy! {They I ise from\\ntheir chairs, and leaning across the table kiss each other\\nwhile they are thus engaged, Smithkins, standing on a chair", "height": "3462", "width": "2096", "jp2-path": "hisfatherssonfar00howi_0018.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "HIS FATHER S SON I5\\nback of the screen, leans over and helps himself to the sand-\\nwich.)\\nJoe. Ah! {smacking his lips as he seats himself). After\\nsucli a relish even an ordinary ham sandwich {Looking\\nabout the table for it) Say! where it is? {To Pearl)\\nDid you take it\\nPearl. What?\\nJoe. That ham sandwicli that I laid down here {iiidi-\\ncatifig the spot) a minute ago.\\nPearl. Not I.\\nJoe. Pearl, I don t appreciate the joke for that ham\\nsandwich was the only thing on this table that was fit to\\neat. {They I ise from the table)\\nPearl {laughing). That may be but I tell you I never\\ntouched it.\\nJoe. Let me look into your eyes. They gaze at each\\nother approaching- their faces quite close; Smith kins re-\\nplaces the sandwich, out of which he has taken a generous\\nbite)\\nPearl. Well, are you satisfied (Joe shakes his head\\nPearl approaches the table sees the sandzvich) Why that s\\nstrange Here it is\\nJoe. So I did hypnotize you into giving it up\\nPearl. Indeed then that occult current of yours wasn t\\nquite strong enough. For there is still a third of this sand-\\nwich missing. {Holding it up)\\nJoe. By Jove, that is queer!\\nPearl. Not at all that bite just fits your mouth.\\nJoe. Pearl, I tell you I never\\nPearl. Let us drop it\\nJoe {taking the sandwich). Oh. no, no Pll eat what s\\nleft. They resume their seats at table)\\nPearl. And now, /oe, be serious. There is something\\nof great importance that I wish to tell you.\\nJoe. Pearl, don t get that look in your eyes Please,\\ndon t\\nPearl. First tell me why do you wish to marry me\\nJoe. Why {Gulps down a mouthful and sings) Because\\nI Love You.\\nPearl. I believe it. Now listen You seem fated to\\nmarry Richard Huntley s heiress, for it is to me, and not to\\nAdele Hart, that he has left the bulk of his fortune\\nSmitHkins {aside his eyes like saucers). What is that I\\nhear I wish she d say it over again\\nJoe (gasping). You you {fumps to his feet, upset-\\nting his chair) Oh I what a pain what a pain {^Rubbing", "height": "3493", "width": "2138", "jp2-path": "hisfatherssonfar00howi_0019.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "i6 HIS father s son\\nhis chest a?id walking about) This on top of the biscuit is\\nto niucli Pearl, will you ever learn to have some con-\\nsideration for my nerves\\nPearl {amused). When you feel well enough to listen I\\nwill continue.\\nJoe. Go on go on {Resuming his seat.) But give me\\nyour hand to steady me a bit. Pm all in a tremble {Shaking,\\nand cJiattering his teeth.)\\nPearl. Do you remember the first time you saw me\\nJoe. Perfectly you were coming down the steps of the\\nHuntley mansion. It was love at first sight. That settled\\nit I couldn t go in and see Adele that evening. You\\nnever knew it, but I followed you home.\\nPearl. Joe!\\nJoe. I did, really.\\nPearl. Who did Mrs. Hart and Adele say I was\\nJoe. The daaghter of some friend of old Huntley.\\nThey seemed rather put out when they heard that you had\\nhad a private interview with the sick man.\\nPearl. And well they might! For I am his niece and\\nonly living relative\\nSmithklxs {aside). His niece! My brain begins to whirl.\\nJoe. Pearl, I can stand a good deal, but this is getting\\ntoo much for me\\nPearl. Just a little more. It seems that Mrs. Hart,\\nwhile in the capacity of housekeeper to my uncle, had\\ngained such complete ascendancy over the old gentleman\\nthat she got him to draw up a will leaving the bulk of his\\nfortune to her daughter, Adele. But Richard Huntley knew\\nthat his youngest sister had left a child that was j^robably\\nliving somewhere in this broad land, and the more he\\nthought about that litde niece of his, the more his con-\\nscience troubled him. Secretly, for* he stood in perfect\\nawe of his Amazonian housekeeper, he instituted a search\\nwhich disclosed the fact that his niece was living within a\\nfew blocks of his own door. Satisfied as to my identity, he\\nmade another will, and, with the exception of five thousand\\nto Adele and a small annuity to her mother, I inherit every\\npenny of my uncle s wealth.\\n{During this recital, Smithkins leans over the screen, his\\nhand behind his ear, his mouth wide o pen, drinking in eve?y\\nword; JoE afid Pearl ai-e leaning across the fable, their\\nfaces turned towards the spectator when Pearl has ceased\\nspeaking there is a short pause Just then door r is partly\\nopened Miss Tubes cautiously puts out her head, withdraw-\\ning it agai7i almost instantly a?id closing the door.)", "height": "3462", "width": "2096", "jp2-path": "hisfatherssonfar00howi_0020.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "HIS father s son 17\\nJoe {thoughtfully sitting back in the chair and putting\\nhis hands in his pockets). Well, Peai 1, that sounds like a\\nfairy tale, and most people would call me a lucky dog, I\\nknow, but somehow I can t help feeling sorry\\nSmith kins {aside; excitedly). Wh \\\\vh what is the\\nyoung fool saying he s sorry oh\\nJoe. I was going to woik so hard for you, dear, and\\nmake you be proud of your husband, and now you spring\\ntills on me. I declare I feel all flattened out\\nSmithkins {aside). Work for her, was he It s more\\nthan he ever did for me.\\nPearl {pouting). You re not absolutely forced to marry\\nme, you know. I could\\nJoe {seriously). Hush!\\nPearl {ru?ining behind him and putting her arm about his\\nneck). Never mind, Joe! Don t let that nasty old money\\nworry you. We can give it all away to some asylum.\\nSmithkins {aside disgustedly). An asylum would be a\\nbetter place for him than for your money.\\nJoe. Your aunt might have something to say about\\nthat. There, another thing What will she say now to a\\nstranger coming and asking her for her niece Oh no\\nI couldn t face her. She d take me for a fortune hunter.\\nSmithkins {aside). I won t be able to keep my hands\\noff him much longer\\nPearl. Above all things auntie wishes my happiness\\nand I could never, never, never be happy with any man but\\nyou do you hear? {rumplirig his hair in anythifig but a\\ngentle maimer).\\nJoe. Pm glad of that.\\nPearl. Oh I nearly forgot. Joe, you re a lawyer.\\nHave a look at the will. {Crosses to the mantel) Auntie\\nslipped it back of this old clock for safe keeping. {Searches\\nbut cannot find it begins to look excited a?id frightened\\nlifts the different objects on the mantel Smithkins is watch-\\ning her every 7novement ivith bi-eathless interest Joe is sunk\\nin a b7 own study Pearl ^^zr-^^ an exclamation of dismay j\\nJoe, it is gone So^.- e one has stolen it\\nJoe {springing to his feet). What under the sun is the\\nmatter What has gone\\nPearl. The will the will\\nJoe. Are you sure you have looker thoroughly\\n{Hunts about the mantel^\\nV\u00c2\u00a5.k^\\\\. {distractedly). Yes, yes It isn t there.\\nJoe {looking about the floor). What s this? {Picks up\\nthe package lying on the table examines it.)", "height": "3493", "width": "2138", "jp2-path": "hisfatherssonfar00howi_0021.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "i8 HIS father s son\\nPearl {wringing her hands). It isn t the will, that s all\\nI know Oh! oh! {half crying). This comes of my care-\\nlessness in leaving- the door open. What shall I do\\nJoe. What s this a pair of stockings? {Holds than\\nnp.)\\nSmith KINS {aloud; frantically staggering into the mid-\\ndle of the room). A pair of stockings Shades of the\\nmighty Caesar! I see it all! I ve given the will to the\\nwoman in the bathrobe Find her, Joe find her!\\nJoe. Father You here What under heaven does this\\nmean\\nPearl (^i-/^^). His father!\\nSmithkins. It means that I m a fool {sinking into a chair)\\nand you re another What are you standing there jabber-\\ning about Find her, I say\\nJoe. Find whom\\nSi\\\\hthkins. The woman in the bathrobe!\\nJoe {appealing to Pearl). Did you hear that\\nPearl. Oh, I think I know! He means Mrs. Norton.\\nShe was in showing me some of her purchases when the\\nnurse came to tell her that the baby was ill. In her hurry\\nshe must have forgotten the stockings but {tjtrnifig to\\nSmithkins) what has Mrs. Norton to do with the will\\nSmithkins {i7i a dead sort of voice). Rverything! Here,\\nread this and then I ll explain. {Produces the letter Joe\\ntakes it and reads aloud.)\\nFearl {indignantly). Ballet-dancer, indeed Your anony-\\nmous friend has gotten things slightly mixed. Mile. Rosa\\nlives in the flat above.\\nSmithklns. What! You are not a ballet-dancer!\\nPearl. Sir! Do I look like one\\nSmithkins. No, no! Not at all {Feebly.) A drink!\\nsomebody a drink\\nPearl {rims to the sideboard and pours some water into\\na glass). Here is a glass of water.\\nSmithkins {taking it). Thanks I feel ill enough even\\nfor that. {Drinks.)\\nJoe. And you ve been hiding in this room all the\\nmorning.\\nSmithkins {breathing hard and jerking out his words).\\nCouldn t help myself You cornered me this door was\\nopen I\\nPearl. My careles.*-ness has led to all this trouble\\nSmithkins. If I hadn t gotten it here, I d have gotten\\nit somewhere else. I was looking for trouble this morning.\\nJoe. You ve certainly found it What about the will", "height": "3462", "width": "2096", "jp2-path": "hisfatherssonfar00howi_0022.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "HIS father s son 19\\nSmithkins {jerking out his ivorcis). Woman came to the\\ndoor nothino on but a bathrobe said she was in a great\\nhurry wanted a pair of stockings that she had left in a\\npacl :age on the mantelpiece I struck against a chair\\nupset things a bit\\nJoe {to Pearl). See how you slandered that poor cat\\nSmithkins. Saw no sign of the package on the mantel\\nfinally in desperation I moved the clock, as I did so some-\\nthing fell to the floor\\nPearl {excitedly). A yellow envelope! (Smithkins\\nnods) Which you gave to Mrs. Norton thinking it belonged\\nto her! (Smithkins nods again.) Just wait a minute.\\n(Pearl seizes the stockings and rushes from the j-oom, calling\\nout as she goes) Pll make that all right and it won t take\\nme long either There is a short pause.)\\n]o\u00c2\u00a5. {somewhat uneasily). I I suppose you heard all the\\nconversation that took place between Pearl and me\\n(Smithkins nods another short pause) Ahem Have you\\nanything to say? (Smithkins shakes his head; another\\nshort pause.) Are you very angry? (Smithkins shakes\\nhis head; another pause) Pearl s all right, isn t she?\\n(Smithkins nods)\\nPearl {joyfully rushing i?i, shaking aloft the yellow pack-\\nage). Here it is Mrs. Norton thought the exchange of\\npackages was another of my practical jokes. So that mis-\\ntake is rectified {to Smithkins). Please do not take it so\\nmuch to heart. There is no harm done. We have had a\\nbad scare, that is all.\\nSmithkins {in a lifeless tone, as before). No that isn t\\nall there s more. Miss Tubbs your aunt is mixed up in\\nit, too.\\nPearl. My aunt\\nJoe. Father, do you mean to say that you are ac-\\nquainted with Miss Tubbs\\nSmithkins. Do you see that broken vase {pointing in the\\ndirection of the sideboard It was I who gave it to her\\ntwenty years ago. (Joe and Pearl exchange glances of\\naslonishmetit) She came in here this morning took me for\\na burglar and fainted {pointing to door r.). She s in that\\nroom now. To Pearl.) Go and attend to her, child, but\\n1st me out of here first ises slowly to his feet). Joe, give\\nme mv hat. I can never look her in the face again {walks\\nfo:vnrds door c).\\nPf.arl. Please don t go.\\nJoe. Surely, vou will wait and give Miss Tubbs some\\nexplanation", "height": "3493", "width": "2138", "jp2-path": "hisfatherssonfar00howi_0023.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "mo\\n20 HIS father s son\\nMiss Tubbs {advancing from room r.). Josiah, stay\\nSmithkins {turning quickly, his face radiani). Jane Ann\\nThey rush into each other s arms.)\\nJoe. Pearl!\\nPearl. Joe! {They also embrace)\\nMiss Tubbs. I, also, was playing eavesdropper; and\\nthought at first I could make notlnng out of the muddle, 1\\nthink that now I begin to understand.\\nSmithkixs {with a tender gla?ice). And you ll forgive me\\nfor the sake of Auld lang syne\\nMiss Tubbs. Yes, and for your own sake {retnrni?/g his\\nglance).\\nSmithkins. And what about these children? {poinli?ig\\nto Joe a?id Pearl who are standing hand in hand).\\nMiss Tubbs. I think Pearl is the luckiest of girls {kissing\\nher). And as for Joe {taking his hand in both of hers), he\\nwill always be dear to me, if for no other reason than be-\\ncause he is his father s son,\\ncurtain\\n{If a funny ending is desired, the song and dance may\\nagain be introduced)", "height": "3462", "width": "2096", "jp2-path": "hisfatherssonfar00howi_0024.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "Practical Elocution\\nBy J. W. Shoemaker, A. M.\\n300 pages\\nCloth, Leather Back, ^1.25\\nThis work is the outgrowth of\\nactual class room experience, and is\\na practical, common-sense treatment\\nof the whole subject. It is clear and\\nconcise, yet comprehensive, and is\\nabsolutely free from the entangling\\ntechnicalities that are so frequently found in books of\\nthis class.\\nConversation, which is the basis of all true Elocution\\nis regarded as embracing all the germs of speech an\u00c2\u00ab\\naction. Prominent attention is therefore given to the\\ncultivation of this the most common form of human e\\npression.\\nGeneral principles and practical processes are y\\nsented for the cultivation of strength, purity, and fl\\nbility of Voice, for the improvement of distinctness\\ncorrectness in articulation, and for the developmt\\nSoul power in delivery.\\nThe work includes a systematic treatment of\\nin its several departments of position, facial e-\\nand bodily movement, a brief system of\\nbearing upon vocal development and g\\nment, and also a chapter on Methods of\\nteachers.\\nSold by all booksellers, or sent, pr\\nof price.\\nThe Penn Publ\\n923 A I", "height": "3493", "width": "2138", "jp2-path": "hisfatherssonfar00howi_0025.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "llllllBliiMiin ^^s\\nSHOEMAKER S ^o\\nThe National School\\nof Elocution and O^^atory\\nODD FELLOWS TEMPLE\\nBroad and Cherry Streets\\nPhiladelphia\\nONS wishingf to obtain practical training and\\n.rtistic culture in Elocution and Oratory should\\nxd this institution,\\nis the oldest chartered school of expression in\\na*\\nstudents and gfraduates, numberingf thousands,\\nhe found in all parts of this country and\\noccupying: prominent positions as Public\\nTeachers of Elocution, Clergymen, Lecturers,\\nton thorough in all that pertains to a wcll-\\nionary education,\\neminent teachers, each a specialist in his\\nAll facilities first-class,\\nthe regular Day Classes there are\\n^aturday courses.\\ntrse. Private instruction. Grad-\\no years. Illustrated catalogue\\n\u00c2\u00bbn application.\\nW. SHOEMAKER\\nPrincipal", "height": "3462", "width": "2096", "jp2-path": "hisfatherssonfar00howi_0026.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0HI\\n015 908 449 8", "height": "3462", "width": "2096", "jp2-path": "hisfatherssonfar00howi_0028.jp2"}}