{"1": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u00a2^mmmmim.^\\nHUNKER S P\\nA l- arce in One Act.\\nBY CLARA .1. H. I\\n^%J5j p^^JL.j }fci3^* i\\nffiiwilwiiill\\ni^m^%m^", "height": "3371", "width": "2148", "jp2-path": "hunkerspofarcein00hurd_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "ilpipll\\n1\u00c2\u00bb?- S\\nW^ W%\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0\u00e2\u0080\u00a2.v ?^?^;\\\\i/;\\n^i\\n:ti\\n0C:.C-~\\\\;", "height": "3361", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "hunkerspofarcein00hurd_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "HUNKER S P. O\\nA FARCE\\n=IN==\\nONE ACT\\nBY CLARA T- H. HURD.\\nit\\nPRESS OF\\nSavers Goldsmith,\\nCOR. ONTARIO HURON STS.;\\nCLEVELAND.", "height": "3361", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "hunkerspofarcein00hurd_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "12142\\n^iop\u00c2\u00abry of Cons3.r-s.\\nTwo Copies Received\\nSEP 1 1900\\nCopyright entry\\nSECOND copy.\\nDelivered to\\nORDER DIVISION,\\nSEP 6 I90U\\nCopyright\\nigcx).\\n74259", "height": "3361", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "hunkerspofarcein00hurd_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "Iiunkcr s P* 0.\\nLast evening the people of All Soul s Universalist\\nchurch gave a play which was a- pronounced success.\\nIt vividly depicting the lives of the country people of\\na Western Reserve village, gathered at the store. Mr.\\nA. E. Kelly as Uncle Doolittle, Mr. H. W. Clark as\\nWashington Worthless, and Mrs. E. P. Bonner as\\nEmilj Swift, seemed to have missed their calling and\\nreflected due credit upon Mrs. F. S. Hurd, the author.\\nThe jokes were sparkling with wit and humor,\\nand were immensely enjoj^ed by an overcrowded house\\nreminding one of a vacation in a rural district. The\\nentertainment will be repeated this evening. Cleve-\\nland Plain Dealer, May nth, igoo.\\nflt Bunker s P* 0*\\nThe play given by the people at the Universalist\\nChurch last evening was a success, being pronounced\\nby many the best thing of its kind ever given in the\\ncity. Mr. E. A. Kelley as Uncle Doolittle, Mr. H.\\nW. Clark as Washington Worthless, and Mrs. E.\\nP. Bonner as Emmy Swift were especially clever\\nGreat credit is reflected upon the author and manager\\nMrs. F. S. Hurd of this city. The stage setting ex-\\nhibited the full stock of a country store. The wit was\\nnew and sparkling, the jokes were all up to date, and\\nthe audience that filled the vestry to flowing laughed\\nfrom the beginning to the close. The wit, music,\\nstories, and costumes were like a tonic and refreshed\\nlike a vacation in the country. The entertainment will\\nbe repeated this evening. Cleveland Leader May nth,\\nI goo.", "height": "3361", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "hunkerspofarcein00hurd_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "Iiiliilii|iiliiliiliili!l i|:irii:;| i|i:|\\ni|aii iiiiiiiiiiiiiiii::|i[|;iii[ril lflliilnliiltiliili.iiiiiii iii iitii i i;;|:iii:rr |iii i |ii|iil iiiiiiliiii:|{iii\\n0a$t of Kbaracters*\\nMr. True.\\nStorekeeper.\\n1\\nMrs. True.\\ni\\nUncle Doolittle,\\nOldest Inhabitant.\\n1\\nWashington Wortliless.\\n5\\nEmma Swift,\\nHired Girl.\\n1\\nMrs. Simpkins,\\nVillage Gossip.\\nMr. Simpkins.\\n1\\nMrs. Green.\\n1\\nReuben Wliite.\\ni\\nMr. Hill.\\nMrs. Hill.\\nCity People.\\n1\\n1\\n1\\nMirandy Jane Smith.\\ni\\nSusan Peters.\\n1\\nMrs. Warren.\\nNelHe.\\nSchool Ma am.\\n1\\nEva Todd.\\n1\\nKitty Smart.\\n1\\nJennie Jones\\nBride.\\ni\\nJimmie Mills.\\n1\\nHenry Jenks.\\nItalian.\\n1\\nTramp.\\ni\\nDrummer.\\n1\\nBear.\\ni\\niiliiiniiiliililliiliili!liilii|Miiiiniiiii:l:ilM ili;iiillifniiiliiliil. i|ii|i:|{.| |i.|ii|iiiii|ii| liil ili: IJiiiiiiii|ii| iiiiniiiiniiii n iiiiitjiinjritii,\\n:lii|iiliiliilt iliiri", "height": "3361", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "hunkerspofarcein00hurd_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "Door to store, center back; door from store to kitch-\\nen, left front. Post office left back, counters and shelves\\non sides, groceries on right, cotton cloth, calico, sundries\\nof all kinds on left.\\nProperties^\\nBrooms, crackers, cheese, herrings, feather duster,\\nrakes, postal cards, letters, papers, box of sawdust, pac-\\nkages of groceries, box of old fashioned hats, mail bag,\\nbundles, lanterns, whips, clothes lines, clothespins, scales,\\nold fashioned leather mittens, overalls, stockings, rubber\\nboots, shoes, tinware, lamps, lamp chimneys, oil cans,\\ncandy, gum, tobacco, cigars, fly paper, pitch forks, mop\\nsticks, codfish, nail kegs, jug, basket, slate pencils, candy-\\ncigars, nails, pocketbooks, frying pan, broken teapot,\\ncalico, soap, comb, etc., etc.\\nCostumes*\\nMrs. True, Mrs. Green, Emma, Mrs. Peters, Mirandy\\nand Jennie Jones, in plain calico gowns.\\nMrs. True, Mrs. Green, Mirandy and Jennie in light\\ncalico or white spouse.\\nEmma, a blue and white gingham apron.\\nMrs. Simpkins, old-fashioned wool gown, bonnet\\nand shawl.\\nEmma, Mrs. Green and Jennie wear sun bonnets.\\nNellie, dark skirt, shirt waist, sailor hat.\\nMr. and Mrs. Hill, modern, stylish dress.\\nSmall boys, calico waists, trousers about four inches\\nbelow knees, buttoned to waists by large, white buttons.\\nLittle girls, sleeve aprons.\\nReuben s shirt, Jimmie and Henry s waists, Susan\\nPeters, Jennie Jones and Kitty s apron all to be made\\nfrom the same calico, rather striking pattern.", "height": "3361", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "hunkerspofarcein00hurd_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "HUNKER S P. O.\\nCiirtiiin rises ami discloses Mr. True tipped back in chair feet up\\non nail keg, apparently fast asleep. Flies disturb him and he wakens\\nyawns, rises, goes aver to window and looks out:\\nMR. TRUE,\\n(Going to door, left, into living rooms and calling:)\\nMother, Mother, can you come in an tend store for awhile?\\nI want to go over to the blacksmith shop.\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nOutside.\\nYes, I ll be there in a minute, soon as I can rinse out my\\ndish cloth.\\nMR. TRUE,\\nStraightening Boxes, etc.\\nThet pesky cat has been sleeping in the box of codfish agin.\\nI ll have to make a cover for thet box sometime. Takes up Cod-\\nfish and dusts it with a feather duster.)\\n{Enter Mrs. True,) Left\\nMR. TRUE,\\nAll right, mother, I m off. (Meets {Mrs. Peters carrying jug,\\njust entering Center.) Howdedo Susan. Mother 11 wait on you.\\n(Exit.) Center.\\nMRS. PETERS,\\nHowdedo Charity. Where s thet swift girl ye got from the\\nlower corner to help ye? Can t she just step out an watch old\\nFannie a minute? I m in a hurry an and it won t pay to hitch.\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nEmmy, come here, Emmy.\\n(Enter Emma) Left.\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nYou jest .step out an watch Mrs. Peters horse while she\\ndoes a little tradin\\nExit Emma. Center door.\\nMRS. PETERS,\\nI m goin up to Mary Ainie s to borrow her big kettle. Our\\napples is rottin terrible bad, an I m goin to make some on em\\nup into mince meat to save em, I want .some sale molasses an\\nraisins fer it.", "height": "3361", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "hunkerspofarcein00hurd_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "HUNKER S P. O.\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nPreparing to weigh raisins.\\nRaisins is up, how many you want?\\nMRS. PETERS,\\nI want a pound. How much be they?\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nFifteen cents, but ther re nice.\\nMRS. PETERS,\\nFifteen cents Mercy sakes. I guess I wont take none.\\nMis Judd got two pounds to the Falls yesterday. I ll borrow a\\npound o her till they re cheaper. I want two quarts o sale mo-\\nlasses. How much is that?\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nThirteen cents a quart.\\nMRS. PETERS,\\nLand that s high too. I can git it to the Falls for twelve an\\na half cents. I wont take but a quart here. Fll get the other\\nquart to the Falls. How much is aigs.\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nWe ve ben givin ten cents.\\nMRS. PETERS,\\nWell, these is Bramy aigs, they re bigger an worth more.\\nI can git\\n{Enter Enwia.) Center door.\\nEMMA,\\nWal, she s gone.\\nMRS. PETERS AND MRS. TRUE,\\nWho s gone.\\nEMMA,\\nThe Horse.\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nI told 5-ou to watch her.\\n{Both run out. Center door.\\nEMMA,\\nI did watch her long s I could see her. I couldn t watch her\\nthrough a hill.", "height": "3361", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "hunkerspofarcein00hurd_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "HUNKER S P. O.\\n{Enter Mrs. True.) Center door.\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nNow tliet s too bad. She ll have to walk clear home an\\nstart over agin. You can go to work at them hit an miss carpet\\nrags, Emmy. Be kind o saving o the green. I m a leetle short\\non green.\\n{Exit Emma. Left door.\\n^Enter Mrs. Warren, Center door. With face bajidaged.\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nWhy, whatever is the matter, Mrs. Warren? You look ter-\\nrible bad.\\nMRS. WARREN,\\nI ve ben hevin the aw^fulles time with teeth ache. I thought\\nI d jist run in an ask you what to do fer it. You can mo.st alius\\nhelp a body.\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nHev ye tried horse radish leaves an mustard plaster?\\nMRS. WARREN,\\nYes, both, but it gits worse an worse.\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nWal, I believe I d keep a hop bag wrung out of hot vinegar\\non there for a .spell, that s soothing. If thet don t ease it you d\\nbetter try hot mush poultices. I ll drop in to-night an .see how\\ntis. Hev ye got hops? I ll be sure to see you before bed time.\\nMRS. WARREN,\\nYes, I got hops an I m much obliged.\\n{Exit Mrs. Barrett.) Center door.\\n{Enter Mrs. Greeji,) Center door. {carrying a tin pail.)\\nMRS. GREEN,\\nHowdcdo Miss True. Here s thet settin o eggs I promised\\nye. They are speckled. Hamburg every one.\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nI m obliged to you I m sure. I hope I can do something for\\nyou some time, {calls) Emmy, Emmy.\\nMRS. GREEN,\\nAint thet Mis Peters s la.sses jug?", "height": "3361", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "hunkerspofarcein00hurd_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "HUNKER S P. O.\\nMRS. TRUE.\\nYes, she s goin to make mince meat tomorrow, {calls) Emmy\\ncome here. (Enter Emma trailing carpet rags.) Wh}- didn t\\nyou come when I first called you?\\nI-I was a hurrying to get the rags sewed fore the green all\\nrun out.\\nMRS. TRUE.\\nNow see here, handle these eggs keerful, they re Hamburg,\\ntake them out an set thet old hen thet s settin in the corner of\\nthe wood shed. Don t joggle em any more than ye can help.\\n{ExitEnmia.) Left door. (Stubs toes a?id nearly falls,\\nshakes eggs.\\nMRS. GREEN.\\nSeems to me Mis Peters is late in the season fer her mince\\nmeat, but some folks alius behind with their killin an dryin an\\nsoap makin an she s one on em.\\nMRS. TRUE.\\nEverbody knows you re forehanded Mis Green, but taint\\neverybody thet can be. There s she thet was Mary Higgins.\\nShe beats em all. She meant well an was alius a tryin to git\\nahead but she never seemed to git ketched up. After she hed\\nthem two pair o twins she was worse than ever. She kep a\\nwashin later an later in the week, till finally it were Saturday\\nfore she got her washin done an the next week it strung along\\ntill Monday. She come in here a fellin good cause she d washed\\na Monday. I told our folks she needn t fell .so chirk about it, it\\nwas the week s before s wash if it was done a Monday. That\\nwas a month ago an she s still washin Monday, but as near as\\nI can callate she s washin a week behind. I aint heerd o her\\ndoin a extra one.\\nMRS. GREEN.\\nWell, well I never, such shiftlessness. I want seven pounds\\no brown sugar. I don t think there s much sweetness to white.\\nHev ye ben buj ing much maple sugar this season?\\nMRS. TRUE.\\nWeighs sugar and consults a small book.\\nNot much. Folks is makin more molasses. Thet 11 be\\nforty two cents.", "height": "3361", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "hunkerspofarcein00hurd_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "HUNKKR vS P. O.\\nMRS. GREEN.\\nHow nuicli is sugar?\\nMRS. GREEN.\\nFive cents a pound, but thet .seems too much for seven\\npounds {consults book Thirty-five cents. I must a looked in the\\nwrong place.\\nMRS. GREEN,\\nHev ye got it down in a book?\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nWhy yes, ye see its quicker. Sam got me a read}- reckon-\\ner an it don t take mc so long as it does to count it up. I ve\\nkind o forget my mulplication table.\\nMRS. GREEN,\\nYes, a body does git rusty. I used to sing the whole thing\\nfrom the ones straight through to the thirteens, but I ve forgot\\nmost everythin now but the fives, [shigs) once five is five, two\\ntimes five is ten, three times five is fifteen, an four times five is\\ntwentv.\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nYes, I knew it all once, an could sing ever\\\\- capital from\\nMaine right .straight through. They don t hev any such .schools\\nnow as we used to go to.\\n{Enter Emma) LEFT {sleeve and apron torn, shoes unlaced\\nhair in disorder, puffing)\\nEMMA,\\nWell, I set her. She didn t want to .set after I d got them\\neggs under her. I hed to run her down an ketch her twict, an\\nshe flopped roun .so .she broke two o them humbug eggs.\\nMRS. TRUE,\\n{Holds up hands)\\nO, l^mmv.\\nEMMA,\\nCheerfully\\nBut I put two o them cliiny eggs in an turned the mop pail\\nfown over her an I gue.ss .she ll stay .set.\\n(Exit Emma) L. D.\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nWell I declare for it, .she gits stupider every day. I .spect\\nthem two nest eggs 11 hatch out chiny coachins.", "height": "3361", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "hunkerspofarcein00hurd_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "HUNKER S P. O.\\nEyiter Kitty) C. D.\\nKITTY,\\nMrs. True, ma wants to borrow a drawin o tea.\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nGiving her the tea\\nTell yer ma, Kitty, that we keep tea to sell.\\nKITTY,\\nO, she knows it, but we don t like your kind.\\n{Exit Kitty) CD.\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nWal, did you ever.\\nMRS. GREEN,\\nNever. O, hev you .seen Kier Hill and his wife yet?\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nYes, they ve been in here two or three times. Kier s got\\nreal citified and styli.sh.\\nMRS. GREEN,\\nI .say she must be real shiftless. They say she keeps a girl\\nan hires her washin done be.sides. I want a pound o tea, green\\nan a quarter of a pound of ginger.\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nWeighing up articles.\\nWell, Kier must make the cattle bu.siness pay better than his\\nfather ever did.\\nMRS. GREEN,\\nWhy, he liaint in the cattle business is he?\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nYes, he is too. I heerd so much about what he did for a\\nlivin I asked him pint blank an he said he was a stock jobber.\\nMRS. GREEN,\\nHe never seemed no great hand fer a job of any kind. I ll\\nhev Jonah see him about old Brindle. She s gettin too old to be\\ngood fer anything but beef. Mebby he can take her up to the\\ncity and sell her.\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nYes, let him hev first chance. I believe in encourain our\\nown town boys. {Emmy appears in door.) (L. D.) Folks say\\nthat she has to hire all her dresses made.\\n{Mrs. Green holding up hands.)", "height": "3361", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "hunkerspofarcein00hurd_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "HUNKERS P. O.\\nMRS. CxREEN,\\nNow. no one needn t tell nie that he makes money enough\\n1)uyin an sellin cattle to keep up any such style. There s a\\nnigger in the woodpile there sure. {Emma disappears.\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nMebby so. They are tryin to git Kier s mother to go back\\nhome with em fer a vi.sit.\\nMRS. GREEN,\\nI hope she will, then we ll know all about how much they\\n])ay the girl an everything.\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nYes, it would do her a world of good, I tell her. I ve offer-\\ned to feed the chickens an cat. She s kind o skeery o the cars.\\nMRS. GREEN,\\nWal so s anyone else. You just take your life in your hand\\neverytime you ride on the pesky things. I want a spool of white\\nthread, number fifty. I guess that s all. I m goin over to\\nvSarah s. Can t you go fer a little wdiile.\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nYes, I guess I will, I ve ben tryin fer the last week to git\\nover to borrow her ba.sk pattern.\\nEMMA.\\n{Rjiter Emtna breathless.) (E. D.)\\nHe s gone, he aint there.\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nWho aint where?\\nEMMA.\\nThe nigger in Mis Hill s woodpile. I went over to .see him,\\nbut he d got away.\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nNever mind, its a good thing if he has. Can you tend store\\nawhile? There won t l)e anyone in le.ss its the .school younguns\\nafter something an you can give it to em can t you?\\nEMMA.\\nCan t I what?\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nGiv. em what they want, candy, pencils, gum, you know.\\nI aint never left her but I guess .she ll manage.\\n{Exit Mrs. True and Mrs. Green) CD.", "height": "3361", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "hunkerspofarcein00hurd_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "HlJNKER vS P. O. 13\\nEMMA,\\nCourse I can run this store. Its easier than washin dishes\\nan I rather do it.\\n{Enter jimmy.) C. D. aged tvoetce\\nHul o, Emmy where s the boss? -I want a slate i encil.\\n{Lavs dozvji pemn\\\\\\nEMMA.\\nPushing back penny.\\nShe said if any of you.se wanted anything I was to give it to\\nyouse.\\nGives slat: pencil.\\nJIMMY,\\nO, .she did, did she? I w.int a candy cigar an a stick of\\ngum an a chunk of that candy. Say, I ll see you again.\\nEmma gives candy and gwn.\\n(Exit Jimmv.)\\nASH.\\nEf/ier Wash. Worth/ess)\\nHullo, Emmy, you runnin this .shebang?\\nEMMA,\\nRunnin it?\\nWASH.\\nY-yes, bo.s.sin the .store, .sellin things.\\nEMMA,\\nYes, do you.se want anything?\\nWASH.\\nY-yes I want a pair o .spenders. I m goin to Shenango.\\nEMMA.\\nTo She who?\\nWASH.\\nT-to Shenango. I-I dunno jest where it is but I m goin,\\nEMMA.\\nDo youse know anybody there?\\nWASH.\\nNo, I-I do know anylx dy an anybody don t know me, thet s\\nwhy I m goin. I-I aint got no money or nothin else.\\n{turns pockets and leaves them) an-an I need .someone to take\\ncare of me. M-most of the boys has got waives, an I-I want one\\ntoo, .so I m goin to Shenango where don t nobody know me an\\nmebb} I can find some fool at 11 marry me.", "height": "3361", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "hunkerspofarcein00hurd_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "14 HUNKER S P. O,\\nEMMA,\\nAint it a nawfiil ways to Slieiiango?\\nWASH..\\nY-yes, its a thunder of a ways an I d liev to walk, [bright-\\nening.) S-say Emmy I never thought of you. Y-you might\\nmarry me. I ll give ye every cent I got. Will ye? Come on.\\nEMMA,\\nCome on where?\\nWASH.\\nCome on let s git married. W-we can go to the Falls to live,\\nan you could git plenty of work there, washin and cleanin an\\nI-I d take care of ye. W-will ye?\\nEMMA,\\nI ll see. I wouldn t be a marryin everybody. (Enter three\\nor four small boys led by Jimmy all asking for something.\\nAH sea tier as Mrs. True comes in,) C. D.\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nNow, Wash, what are you hanging round here for?\\nWASH.\\nI-I jist come in to .see if ye got any pocket books.\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nYes, we ve got plenty pocket books, {lays out tzeo or three.)\\nWASH,\\n(Examining one carefully.)\\nHo-how much is this one?\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nFifty cents.\\nWASH.\\nW-well I ll take this one. I-I guess ye can jist charge it.\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nWell, I rather guess not. You can jist leave it till I see\\nyour money. By the looks of your pockets I d know you was a\\nsufferin fer a pocketbook. There comes Mis Peters back. I ll\\ntake her lasses out to her.\\n(Exit Mrs. True.)\\nWASH,\\nI-I say Emmy, there s goin to be a dance up to the Corners", "height": "3361", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "hunkerspofarcein00hurd_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "HUNKER S P. O. 15\\nan I m goin to help take care of the horses for a ticket. D-do\\nS ou want to go?\\nEMMA,\\nWell. I should say, but I can t, I aiiit got nothin to wear.\\nWAvSH,\\nY-ye don t need nothin. Its a maskerade. I-I ni goin as\\na Duke.\\nEMMA,\\nWhat s a Dukei\\nWASH.\\nA-a Duke is one of them fellars that wear a cape all lined\\nwith vermin and a feather in their hat an walk this way,\\n(S2vags;rr anvsi shii, hands in po :k\u00e2\u0082\u00acts) an say- in that bright\\nMexican of yours they haint no sich word as flaik\\nEMMA,\\nWhere be youse a goin to git the close?\\nWASH.\\nR-rent em fer two dollars. S-say can t ye lend me that much?\\nEMMA.\\nI aint got but two dollars, an I ve been a savin of it to pay\\nfer some shoes. Sa} what do they call a Duke s wife? I d like\\nto be one of them.\\nWASH.\\nA-a Duke s wife is a Dukess o course, but you don t look\\nlike one o them, an-an your feets to big an ye don t walk like a\\nDukess. Say I heerd em talkin bout a real swell girl that\\nw^ent barefooted or .something. Twillbe they called her. Go\\nas her an-an ye wont need no .shoes, an I can have the money.\\nEMMA,\\nI-I d hate to go barefooted to a party an you\\nWASH.\\nD-don t you want to see 3 our Wa.shy a lookin like a Duke?\\nEMMA,\\nYes you.se can have it. Tyrs to find lier pocket)\\n{Enter Mrs. Trve,\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nClear out of here Wash. Go out an bring in the mail bag.\\nRastus is just comin over the further hill. {Exit Wash)", "height": "3361", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "hunkerspofarcein00hurd_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "i6 HUNKER S P. O.\\nEmmy, you go an blow tlie horn fer Mr. True, he alius\\nfergits when he gits to talkin\\n{Exit Emma) L,. D.\\n{Enter Mrs. Simp.)\\nMRvS. vSIMP.\\nGood afternoon Charity. I jist told Cy thet I was nt goin\\nto stay cooped up there at .home any longer, ploughin or no\\nploughin and he could jist hitch up the horse. Hev ye heerd\\nabout CjCo. vSmith s baby dyin\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nWhy. taint dead is it?\\nMRS. SIMP.\\nYes, it is. Died last night bout twelve o clock. We ve\\nhed a stroke o bad luck too, lost our muley cow night afore last.\\nThey sent for a doctor but he didn t git there till after the baby\\nwas dead. Wle didn t know but that she might hev choked to\\ndeath on a cob o corn. Cy threw her two or three ears afore he\\ncame in to supper, an when he w^ent out to shet up the barn fer\\nthe night, he found her stretched out dead. I stopped to see her\\non my way down. They ve got her laid out on the parlor center\\ntable an you never see a peacefuller lookin corpse. All in white\\nan a bunch o violets in her hand. Wipes eyes. She was the\\nbest cow we hed. The school-ma am fixed her and stayed with\\nem last night. An speakin of the school ma am makes me\\nthink, I wish the directors would get rid of her. She s too high\\nfilutin fer us folks here* She s chuck full of these new langwid-\\nges, Latin an Creek, an twict a week she talks to the younguns\\nbout their insides, Fillology she calls it. Heaven knows w^ehave\\naches and pains enough now without huntin round fer anj^ new\\nthing, eperglottises an the like to bother with. There s Eliza\\nStrout.\\nEnter Emma.) E. D.\\nEMMA,\\nWhat ye goin, to hev fer supper Aunt Charity?\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nWhy, less see, there s them potatoes to warm, an that cold\\ncorn beef left from dinner. You might open a can of tomatoeses\\nan make some biscuit. There s plenty of good fresh apple sauce.\\n{Exit Emma.) E. D.", "height": "3361", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "hunkerspofarcein00hurd_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "HUNKER S P. O.\\nMRS. SIMP.\\nYes, as I was a savin there s Eliza Stroiit, there never was\\na healthier woman than what she was afore her son Henry took\\nto doctorin. He used to say he could sense anything better a\\nstudyin of it out loud, so he used to set an read out o them\\ndoctor boohs o hisen, an she used to hear it, an afore the winter\\nwas over she d had every disease in his books an some beside.\\nMy, how she used to suft er. Got as poor as shad an liked to\\ndied. After he went away to school she perked right up and\\nhaint seen a sick day sense. Some folks was mean enough to say\\nthet if she hed to pay fer all the doctorin she got that winter\\nshe d got well sooner. I wouldn t repeat that, fer I dunno as its\\n.so, but she s close there s no denyin thet. I honestly believe\\nthet she d hev a run o fever any day if she could be doctored\\nthrough it free o charge.\\nEnter Kitty ivith plaster.\\nKITTY,\\nMa wants you to change this plaster an give her a fresh one.\\nThis don t draw none. She s worn it a week an her back aint\\nno better. She thinks the strength must a ben gone fore she got\\nit.\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nYou tell yer ma thet we aint lied no new ones in sen.se she\\ngot this one.\\nKITTY,\\nWell, aint you got any porus plasters without the holes? She\\nthinks mebby its the holes that don t draw.\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nNo, no other kind. You tell yer ma to put a little cayenne\\npepper on afore she puts it on agin an it will draw.\\n{Exit Kitty.)\\nEnter Emma.) L. D.\\nI^MMA, With frying pan in her hand.)\\nSay, Mis True, Mis Briggs is a goin cross lots over toward\\nMiss Reeves. She s got on her brown dress an got a green pa-\\nsol, an is a carryin a leather ridicule. You.se ll hev to hurry if\\nyou .see her .she s mo.st out of sight. (Both run to windoiv.\\n{Exit Etnma hurriedly.\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nI wonder where Mis Briggs is a goin anyway.", "height": "3361", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "hunkerspofarcein00hurd_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "i8 HUNKER S P. O.\\nMRS. SIMP.\\nMost likely over to Deacon Pillsbury s. Speakin of Deacon\\nPillsbury aint he the closest man you ever see. Hev ye heerd\\nbout him an Mis Higgins s turkey?\\n{E7iter Eva.) CD.\\nEVA,\\nO, Mis True, ma thinks the baby acts kind o croupy an\\nwants to know what you would give her.\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nTell yer ma to rub her chest well with goose grease and give\\nher about a teaspoonful of skunk s oil an keep her warm.\\nMRS. SIMP.\\nTell yer ma to put onion drafts on her feet, that will start\\nhtr sweatin.\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nI ll come in before bedtime an see how she s gittin on.\\nTell yer ma not to worry. I never saw a case of croup yet thet\\nI couldn t get the best of. {Exit Eva.) I wonder why thet mail\\ndon t come.\\nMRS. SIMP,\\nWhere was I, O yes, I was jist tellin bout Deacon Pillsbury\\nan Betsey s turkey. I was into Betsey s when he come in an I\\nheerd him. You see Bet.sey s old yellow turkey made a nest un-\\nder the line fence between her garden an the Deacon s pasture.\\nDeacon found it an counted the eggs an come in an told her\\nthat seven was on his land an she could give him seven of the\\nturkeys when they were hatched or pa}^ rent. Now don t repeat\\nthet a comin from me. It may not be true you know. He s\\ntighter than the bark on a tree. Speakin o trees makes me\\nthink o Joe Spuller.\\nMRS. TRUE.\\nWhat s the matter o Joe?\\nMRS. SIMP,\\nWhy. aint you heerd how he broke his laig? Why, let me\\nsee twas last Friday. No, twas a Saturday, for I was jist wipin\\nup my floor when I seen the doctor go past an go in there, so\\njist as soon as I got my moppin done, I put on my sunbonnetan\\nhurried up there to find out what was the matter I didn t know\\nbut Mis Spuller was hevin a fit. (Loud crash of broken crockery)", "height": "3361", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "hunkerspofarcein00hurd_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "HUNKER S P. O. 19\\n{Mrs. True calls.)\\nNow what Emmy?\\n{Enter Ermna carrying broken teapot.\\nEMMA,\\nThe handle and spout is come off this ere teapot.\\nMRS. TRUE.\\nCome off? How did thet happen?\\nEMMA,\\nWhy it dropped.\\nMrs. True shakes head in despair.\\n{Exit Emma.) E. D.\\nMRS. SIMP.\\nWhen I got up to Spullers I found out twas Joe. Seems lie d\\ngone up to the north lot to cut down an nold chestnut tree to make\\nsome rails, an goodness knows he needs em. If his cows want\\nso weak from starvation they could get over any fence he s got.\\nHecallated the tree wouldn t fall so suddint but it ketched him\\nan broke his laig. Them at has seen it say it broke off an\\nsplintered up bout ten feet. He s gittin long first rate but the\\ntree aint a mite o good fer rails.\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nNow aint that too bad? Some folks do hev the worst luck in\\nthis world. I hope it ll all be made up to em in the next an I\\nrather guess it will.\\nMRS. SIMP,\\nWell, he didn t strike no great streak o luck when he mar-\\nried Miriar Cobb. She s ben makin a new rag carpet this spring\\nthough, jist got it home from Aunt Eecta s last Friday. I seen it\\ngo by. Its fer the settin room and she s goin to put the old one\\ndown in her bedroom an two breaths in the kitchen. She didn t\\ntell me so, she s tarnal close mouthed, Miriar is, but I seen that\\nthe tacks was out o the settin room an bedroom carpets an\\nshe d jist finished cleanin her kitchen floor Saturday an about\\nwhat two breaths would cover was jist wiped up an the rest was\\nscoured as white as soap an sand could make it, shiftless.\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nMiriar s kind o weakly an you must make some allowance.", "height": "3361", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "hunkerspofarcein00hurd_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "lO\\nH LINKER S P. O.\\nMRS. SIMP,\\nO yes, I alius do. That s mighty party calico you got there..\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nVes, aint it pritty. Mrs. Smart took enough for Kitty an\\napron an it washed so well she come back an got enough for him\\ntwo shirts an her a dress. Charlotte got a dress, an Jim a waist^\\nan Reuben got some shirts, and the school-ma am was lookin at\\nit last night- We ve hed two pieces on it.\\nMRS. SIMP.\\nLet me hev nine 3 ards. I don t keer if the skirt is a little\\nmite scant. Give me ten. I see the school-ma ams got ruffles\\non hern. Ruffles must l^e comin in agin. Say I seen Mis Pet-\\ners go by an\\niy Enter Samiiel True with mail bag fallou ed by Wash.)\\nWASH.\\nRat s old horse balked comin up that last little pitch an I\\nthought we d never git her started agin,\\nMRS- SIMP.\\nFeed her nough an I guess she d go. I seen him go by\\nlast week an\\n{Enter Kitty.) CD.\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nNow what Kitty?\\nKITTY.\\nMa wants to borrow a cake of ivy soap-\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nGives her soap and goes to help Mr. True sort the mail both\\nstopping occasionally to glance over a postal card.\\nMrs. Simp to Kitty.\\nWhats yer ma doin these days, cleanin house? (Kitty nods^f\\nDid .she take up the settin room carpet. Guess I ll step in to\\nher house a minute while the}- are sortin the mail.\\n(Exit Mrs. Simp and Kitty.)\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nThe minister s .sister is a comin to visit him next week a\\nTuesday {consults postal card.) no a Thursday tis. Some folks\\nwriting looks like hen tracks.", "height": "3361", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "hunkerspofarcein00hurd_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "HUNKER S P. O.\\n[Emma sticks head in door witli face daubed -with Jloiir and a\\nrolling pin in I/er I/and.)\\nl Enter tramp.) C. D.\\nMadam will you please give a poor invalid soldier a bite to\\neat?\\nMR. TRUE.\\n(/is Mrs, True starts to-ward kitchen door.\\nNow Charity, don t be in a hurry, (to tramp.) Whats your\\nbusiness an why aint ye at it sted o trampin over the country\\nmakin honest folks feed ye.\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nNow Samel, don t be too hard on him. I d rather feed a\\nhundred that don t deserve a bite than miss one that did. {goes\\nto left and speaks low to Emma who disappears.)\\nTRAMP,\\nI am not the one to take exceptions to what you say al)out\\ngentlemen of my profession. I know we re a bad lot and could\\nwell be spared, but after all theres usually some good excuse for\\nus. I know them better than you do and tramps are not alto-\\ngether bad. They are men with kindly impulses and generous\\nhearts, and every one of them has his own particular history,\\nwhich, while it don t excuse him, does in a measure explain his\\npitiable condition. Goodness knows it nor from choice that I m\\nreduced to this plight, (brushes away a tear. there I ve said more\\nthan I ought to, but you ma am seem .so good that but of\\ncourse you are not interested in my history. (Picks a cigar stump\\nout of the box of sawdust and picts it in an old sardine box which he\\ntakes fom his pocket.\\nMR. MRS. TRUE.\\nYes, we be, tell us all about it.\\nTRAMP,\\nO, there isn t much to tell. My case is like thousands of\\nothers! When the call to arms came in 6i I wa.sn t the last to\\nrespond to that call. I left my happy home and for three years\\nno man could say that Bill Smith ever quailed in the fac- of the\\nenemy or flinched under fire. The thoughts of those dreadful\\nyears will always be uppermost in my mind and (putting; hand to\\nshouldei and then to hip.) it would be miraculous if I did nt bear\\non my person painful reminders of those awful days. When the", "height": "3361", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "hunkerspofarcein00hurd_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "HUNKER S P. O.\\nwar dosed and I came back I found no cheerful hearth stone and\\nhappy family. I found no beautiful wife and prattling infant.\\nNo one could tell me where they were. There was no clue. I\\nhave wandered on and on, through sunshine and through rain.\\nWhether the blue skies be smiling over head, or snow and rain\\nbeat pitilessly down upon this tattered coat. It is all one to\\na man without a home. I shall wander on and on until I find\\nthem or until I grow too feeble to pursue the tiuest.\\nMRS. TRUE,\\n{tvipes ejes.)\\nPoor man, poor man.\\nMR. TRUE,\\nWell mebby I ve misjedged ye. If I d been through all that\\nI might be tramping myself. Give him suthin to eat mother.\\ni^blows his 7tose.) Dern that red pepper.\\n{Enter Emma.^\\nEMMA,\\nThe bite s on the kitchen table Mis True.\\nMRS. TRUE,\\n{to tramp.)\\nGo right out into the kitchen an git a cup o* tea. It aint\\nnever goin to be said of Charity True that she sent a hungry\\nman from her door.\\n{exit tyavip. E. D.\\neyitey Uncle Doo. shirt on wrotig side before a?id coat on his arm)\\nUNCEE DOO.\\nAfternoon Charity and Samel.\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nWhy Uncle Doolittle what s the matter of your shirt?\\nUNCEE DOO.\\nIt s made tother side to the irontfer style. That s w^hats the\\nmatter. The old woman got a new fangled pattern some rs but-\\ntoning up behind. Nice way fer a man to button his shirt aint\\nit, but the old woman s great on style. Purty aint it?\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nNow Uncle Doo, if you d put thet on right it d look nice an\\nbe a good fittin shirt.", "height": "3361", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "hunkerspofarcein00hurd_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "HUNKER\\\\S P. O. 23\\nUNCLE DOO.\\nNow see here Charity all the women in vSlabtowii can t move\\nme a mite, not a mite, {pounds on floor with carie.) I ve button-\\ned my shirt down the middle of the front fer over eighty years\\nan Vn\\\\goi7i to button it there as long as I wear a shirt. If its\\nany satisfaction fer the old woman to put the buzzom tother side\\nfrom the buttons she can, she can,. I m willin to sacrifice some\\ncomfort fer style, but I shall button em where I dern please,\\n(Entet M?s. Simp.) C. D. {sees Affs. Simp.) Is thet you Hit-\\nty Simpkins? I d ask you the news but ye never know any, an\\nwouldn t tell if ye did. Now would ye? {helps himself to crack-\\ners. Crackers aint very fresh be they? {goes over to cheese and\\n\u00e2\u0082\u00ac71 ts off large slice.\\nMRS. SIMP.\\nI seen Jabe go by\\nMR. TRUE,\\nThet cheese is fourteen cents a pound Uncle Doo.\\nUNCLE DOO.\\nWell, taint wuth it. Its frowy, taint fit to eat, but I got used\\nto eatin most anythin in the war an ye can t turn my stomach.\\nWASH.\\nW-want you afraid you-you d git hurt in the war, Uncle Doo?\\nUNCLE DOO.\\nFraid! Me Fraid! Young man do I look like a man afraid of\\nanything? Didn t I tell you about my swinnnin the Rappahan-\\nnock.\\nWash, shakes head, the rest nod their heads.)\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nO, yes Uncle Doo., we ve all heerd of your brave fight and\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nUNCLE DOO.\\nI want a talkin to you Charity. I m goin to tell Wa.sh. here,\\nan it ton t hurt none on ye to hear it a second time.\\nMRS. TRUE,\\n{Aside.)\\nNinety-second would come nearer the truth.\\nMrs. Simp, and Mrs. True go over to dry goods side and [Mrs.\\nSimp, buys some handkerelriefs and stockings.)", "height": "3361", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "hunkerspofarcein00hurd_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "HUNKER S P. O.\\nUNCLE DOO.\\nAs I was goin to say, me and six other men started out to\\nsee if we could find out what the dern Rebs was doin on tother\\nside o the river. Jest afore the boat teched the other side, I\\ngrabbed my gun an jumped out, an bout a dozen of the dern\\nvarmints opened fire on me. The other fellars lost their heads\\nan turned the boat an sent her scootin fer the other shore.\\nThink I was sheered Not a mite. Not a mite. I jest started\\nout to swim thet half mile back with the bullets jest rainin round\\nme. The pesky Rebs had to come down close to the shore an\\nwere firin fast as they could load. I hed to dive out o the way\\no them bullets till I got bout half way across, then I jest turned\\nover on my back an floated an picked them Rebs off as fast as I\\ncould load and fire thet old musket o mine.\\nWASH.\\n-want yer powder wet\\nUNCLE DOO.\\nI do know whether twas or not, ner I don t ker, but I do\\nknow thet we rowed l^ack and found ele\\\\-en of them fellars piled\\nup there. Everyone on em weurin a bullet in his heart fer a\\nbuzzom pin.\\nMRS. SIMP.\\nYou alius was a brave man Uncle Doolittle, an a generous\\none. Hev ye heerd what the women think o doin now\\nUNCLE DOO.\\nNo I aint heerd. Somethin fooli.sh o course. {Eats crackers\\nand c/k csc and herring.)\\nMRS. SIMP.\\nNo, but we decided to the last society to see if .somethin\\ncouldn t be done to fix up the buryin ground fence. It needs it\\npow.rful l)ad. Cows a trampin round in there, knockin down\\nthe gravestuns. Ye can hev ever so satisfy in a funeral fer yer\\nfriens, but it spiles the whole thing when ye get em to the sem-\\ninary an see cows a pokin round, an Deacon Sprigginses tum-\\nstun a layin flat, an him alius sich a straight up an down man\\nhis.self. Takes the pleasure all out of it. e want to .see it fix-\\ned up. How much will you give\\nUNCLE DOO.\\nNow nuich will I give Not a cent. Not a cent, (pounds", "height": "3361", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "hunkerspofarcein00hurd_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "HUNKER S P. O. 25\\non floor with cane.) I paid ten dollars fer a lot in thet buryin\\nground mor n twenty-five year ago an I aint got a cents wuth o\\nuse out out of it yet. I aint never hed a livin soul buried there\\nyet, an ye don t ketch me sendin any good money arter bad.\\nNext thing you ll be wantin to heV the grass out. Humph.\\nMRS. SIMP,\\nYe might give somethin Every little helps.\\nUNCLE DOO.\\nNot a cent. I aint a goin to encourage a passel o fool wo-\\nmen s stuck up notions, {crackers.)\\n(Enter tramp wiping mouth.)\\nTRAMP,\\nThat s the squarest meal I ve had in a long time.\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nI wonder if you knew our Jim in the army. He was with\\nSherman on the march to the Sea. Was you with Sherman.\\nTRAMP,\\n(Just as he steps outside door.)\\nNo, I was in Canada, and don t worry about my family. I\\nguess I ll find them as .soon as they want me. Good-day.\\nMR. TRUE.\\nThe pascal. What did I tell ye mother? Ye feel sorry for\\nhim don t ye?\\nMRS. TRUE,\\n(slowly.)\\nYes, a good deal sorrier than I did before. A man that can\\ntell such a lie, so unblushin ly has lost all sense of decency an\\nhonor, an a man that has lost, that has lost more than wife an\\nchildren an home, an is more to be pitied.\\nUNCLE DOO.\\nGot took in agin, hev ye Charit}-.\\n(Enter Kitty.)\\nKITTY,\\nMis True, ma wants to borrow a comb for the company. The\\nteeth s most all gone out o ourn,\\nMRS. TRUE,\\n(goes to show case and gets comb.\\nHere take this one, an ye needn t bring it back.\\n(Exit Kitty. I declare for it. She ll be wantin to borrow\\nSamel next.", "height": "3361", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "hunkerspofarcein00hurd_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "26 HUNKER S P. O.\\n(Enter Eva.)\\nEVA,\\nAny mail for our folks?\\nMR. TRUE,\\nYes, here it is.\\nEVA,\\nIs that all?\\nX: MR. TRUE,\\nYes, tiiat s all.\\nEVA,\\nAnything fer pa?\\nMR. TRUE,\\nYes, an its in there.\\nEVA,\\nAnything fer nia?\\nMR. TRUE,\\nIf there is, its there?\\nEVA,\\n{starting away, coming back.)\\nAint there something fer grandpa?\\nMR. TRUE,\\nNow, see here little girl, its all there fer pa, ma, grandpa,\\ngrandma, uncles, aunts, cousins. Everything that goes up to\\nyour house. Now run along.\\nEVA,\\n{goes as far as door and coiues back.\\nAre you sure there aint anything fer Aunt Hattie?\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nSee here, Eva, here s a stick o candy. Now run along home,\\nyour pa 11 be anxious to get tliet circular ye got there.\\n{Exit Eva.\\nMR. TRUE,\\nNow, mother ye mvistn t give away so much candy an gum.\\nWe can t make nuthin keepin store if you keep givin away the\\nprofits.\\nMRS. TRUE.\\nNow, don t you worry Sanjel, a stick o candy aint much, an\\nr I d rather make a youngun happy anytime than n;ake a dollar.\\nMRS. SIMP.\\nAnv mail fer me Samel.", "height": "3361", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "hunkerspofarcein00hurd_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "HUNKER S P. O. 27\\nMR. TRUE,\\nYes here s a letter.\\nMRvS. SIMP.\\nNow, I want to know {turning it over and over.) Well now\\nwho do you spose thet can be froni?.Chicago-I never knew anybody\\nin Chicago. Sarah Ann Higgins had a niece thet married an\\nwent to Chicago to live. Married pretty well too I guess, keeps\\na hired girl they say. I never .seen her but once, then I seen her\\ngo by. I don t believe its from her. It looks like a man s writ-\\nin too. There was thet man thet was a summer boardin up to\\nHawkins s. He went to Chicago but I never seen him. Our\\nmowin machine was made in Chicago\\nUNCLE DOO.\\nHitty, ril tell ye how ye can find out who its from.\\nMRS. SIMP,\\nWell, lid jest hke to know.\\nUNCEE DOO.\\nWhy open it, open it. There aint no law agin it. {she op-\\nens it.\\nMRS. SIMP.\\nIts from a Miss Yale an she s sent her picture an .she says\\nevery woman kin be beautiful. If nature aint made em so she\\nkin. Wal I dunno as I need any of her dope, I never was much\\non looks one way or tother, but if anything on earth kin be done\\nfer thet nose o Mariar Cobb s she ought to know it. Its quite a\\nlong letter an I ll take it over to Mirandy Jane s and pursue it at\\nmy pleasure. Cy s comin up after milkin an I m goin to wait\\nfer him.\\n{Exit Mrs. Simp ki?is.) CD.\\nWASH.\\nAn-any post office fer me today?\\nMR. TRUE.\\nNo Wash, she s forgot to write.\\nWASH.\\nHow much is postage stamps by the dozen?\\nMR. TRUE,\\nJest the same as by the piece. We don t sell em any cheap-\\ner by whole.sale.", "height": "3361", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "hunkerspofarcein00hurd_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "28 HUNKER S P. O.\\nWASH.\\nI kin git em two fer five to the Falls.\\n{Enter Reuben.\\nREUBEN,\\nHowdedo Uncle Doo. Hullo Wash. Afternoon Mis True.\\nAny mail Sam.\\n{Mr. Tf tie gives him Weekly Leader.\\nREUBEN,\\nIs this all?\\n{ope7is and reads.\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nreadiyig paper.\\nWhy Samel, Adam Skinner s wife is dead.\\nMR. TRUE,\\nNo, is thet so? Wal I guess she s glad she s dead. What\\ndoes it sav?\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nIts a card o thanks with some more tachek on. I wish to\\nthank my many friends and neighbors, also the choir, who done\\nso much for my comfort durin the sickness an death of my dis-\\neased wife, Hanner, and who made the funeral so satisfactory,\\nand one long to be remembered by one who is left down here to\\nmourn, an who is now treadin his lonely path alone. I also\\nwish to announce that there will be a public sale at my place, one\\nand one-half mile east of Dockville Center, Saturday May 15th.\\nAt which time I will offer for sale, tw^o good cows, ten sheep,\\nsix shoats, ducks, turkeys, hens, one good family horse, can be\\ndrove by a woman sound in every particular. Also one good two\\nseated spring wagon and several farming utensils. Also some\\nfurniture and several articlesof female wearing apparel, belonging\\nto my late wife who was keerful and equinomical, includin one\\nbunnit good for summer or winter, and a dolman good as new.\\nDoughnuts and cider served to all at noon.\\nI mourn my melancholy lot,\\nShe was to me so dear,\\nThe terms is cash upon the spot,\\nTim Bean is auctineer.\\nI also take this opportunity to say that I wish to bu a sty-\\nlish lookin single top buggy, cheap for cash.\\nAdam Skinner.", "height": "3361", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "hunkerspofarcein00hurd_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "HUNKER\\\\S P. O. 29\\nMR. TRUE,\\nWell, he feels pretty bad, don t he?\\nEnter four or five small boys and girls asking for mail. All\\nask as they receive it Is this allV\\n(Reuben folds paper and puts it in pocket.)\\nREUBEN,\\nJocks, I m goin up to Cleveland some day. Kier Hill says\\nits so thet they hev buildings up there ten an fifteen stories high\\nan all the way up inside they have grave.stun steps. Gee, I d\\nlike to .see em.\\nUNCLE DOO.\\nYes, an on top o one o them sky skaters, they hev got the\\nmachine thet runs the weather. I read bout it.\\nREUBEN.\\nJocks, I d like to git hold o that machine till after I got my\\ncorn in.\\nEyi ter Em ma.) L D\\nEMMA,\\nBe youse a comin to supper cau.se its ready.\\nMRS. TRUE,\\n{takes up pait of large shoes.\\nHere Emmy, your shoes hev come.\\nEMMA, (taking shoes.)\\nMy, they look kind o big, don t they? But I hev to wear\\nbig shoes on account o my feet.\\n{Exit Mrs- True and Emma.\\nMR. TRUE,\\nUncle DooHttle, aint ye goin home to supper?\\nUNCLE DOO.\\nNo, I aint hungry the.se days. Guess my stummick s off.\\nTaint never ben strong sense the war. I aint got no appetite, an\\nI aint a mite hungry, not a mite.\\nMR. TRUE.\\nWell, I guess you can keep store while I eat my supper.\\n{attaches cord to door, which rings bell in house u hen door opens)\\n(Exit Mf True.", "height": "3361", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "hunkerspofarcein00hurd_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "50 HUNKER^S P. O.\\nREUBEN,\\nUncle Doo. speakin o that weather machine up to Cleveland\\nI wonder if tliet aint the mayor s political machine. He s got\\none. I read bont it an its a good stout one.\\nUNCLE DOO,\\nNow, see here young man if yer dont want to spile yer rep-\\nertation fore yer fairly grovved, you keep out o pollyticks. You\\nread the Leader and vote the straight Republican ticket jest as\\nyer father an granfather did afore ye an\\n(Loud whoa is hea d outside.\\nUNCLE DOO,\\nK going to doo7 looking ojit.\\nHere s one o them drummers. They are great fer ketchin\\na body up, but I m enough fer em. Watch me get the best o\\nhim,\\nEnter drummer carrying sample ease. bell rings in house.\\nEnter from kitchen Mr. True cheiving and wiping mouth on\\nback of hafid.\\nWASH.\\nWhere s your drum Mister, where s your drum?\\nDRUMMER,\\nGood evening Mr. True, I m a little late, but\\nMR. TRUE,\\nHello, Hello, I guess I m all stocked up so 3 ou needn t un-\\npack.\\nDRUMMER,\\nopeni)/g case.\\nHow about sugar. Sugar is going to advance.\\nMR. TRUE,\\nI got plenty, got most a hull barrel.\\nDRUMMER,\\nCoffee, Arbuckles or Lion? Tea, spices, beans, canned goods\\nsoap, starch, clothes lines, clothes pins, clothes pins are going up.\\nA trust is after em. Brooms, pipes, tobacco, cigars. Good\\nthing here in cigars. You take a thousand for thirty-five dollars\\nand we throw in an encyclopedia.\\nMR. TRUE,\\n(going toivard kitchen.\\nNow, I couldn t ride one of the blame things if Ihedit.", "height": "3361", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "hunkerspofarcein00hurd_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "HUNKER S P. O:\\nI don t need a thing, an I ve got to finish my supper. The boys 15\\nbe coniin in fust I know.\\nDRUMMER,\\nfolloithig him xip^\\nSoda, baking powder. Got a fine new prize sclienie here in\\nbaking powder. Here s something new in soap that I know yon\\nwant. Wool soap prevents flannels from shrinking.\\nMR. TRUE,\\nOur wonun folks all use .soft soap fer their wa.shin\\nDRUMMER,\\nYes, an .shrink your woolen clothes all up .so that you can t\\nget them on after the first washing. I got some new underwear\\nlast winter. It was wa.shed wnth ordinary soap. After the sec-\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2ond washing I gave it to my twelve year old brother from him it\\npassed to my .six 3^ear old nephew, and now\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nUNCLE DOO.\\nYes, now the baby s a wearin of it. He, he, he, I ve heerd\\nthet same old story before.\\nDRUMMER,\\nLet me put you down for a few cakes, Mr. True,\\nMR. TRUE,\\nNo, soft soap is good enough fer me, an Fm goin to finish\\nmy supper.\\nExit.\\nDrummer repacks sample case. ash gets behind Uncle Doo-\\nlittle and drazvs a picture 0)i his shirt bosom xi^hile he tells story.)\\nUNCLE DOO.\\n{winks at Reuben.\\nSay, young man ye never saw a hogskin harness, did yer.^\\nSpeakin of shrinkin they are the things thet can shrink. I hed\\none when I first come to this country, made it m3-self an twas a\\ngood one. I hed a team o bosses then thet was a team. They\\ncould o pulled old Bunker Hill monument right out by the roots\\nif nothin bout the harness didn t give wa I was haulin logs\\nup to the house one day on a mud sled an it come on a drizzly\\nkind o rain. I hed on a purty good load of logs .so I thought\\nI d jist keep on if it did rain, seein twas my last load. I got em\\nbout four rods from the Ijack door an just started up a little", "height": "3361", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "hunkerspofarcein00hurd_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "32 HUNKER S P. O.\\npitch when the sled stuck. How them hosses did pull. By thet\\ntime the harnesses was purty wet, an the blame tugs begun to\\nstretch, an every yank they give them tugs w ould stretch bout\\na foot. Afore I knowed, the hosses were up to the door but the\\nsled hadn t moved a peg. Twas gittin dark so I jist took the\\nharnesses off an threw em over an old hickor stump. vSay in\\nthe mornin the sun come out hot, an the harness began to dry\\nout an shrink. Fore noon they hed shrunk back to their right\\nsize and hauled thet load of logs right up to the kitchen door.\\nDRUMMER,\\nThats a pretty stretchy story, Uncle.\\nREUBEN,\\nThets all .so, I know, fer Fve heerd Uncle Doo. tell it morn\\nforty times.\\nUNCLE DOO.\\nNo sir, there aint hothin like hogskin fer stretchin when\\nits w^et. Its like injyrubber.\\nDRUMMER,\\nSpeaking of rubber. Did you folks hear about the big fire\\nin the rubber factory down to New York.\\nUNCLE DOO.\\nNo, what about it?\\nDRUMMER.\\nWell, the fire was just an ordinary fire, but the night watch-\\nman was asleep in the tenth story and didn t wake up until the\\nelevator-shaft and stairway were all afire. The firemen could nt\\nget to him and it was looking pretty bad for him w^hen an idea\\nstruck him. He broke open some of the packing cases and took\\nout some mackintoshes and hot water bottles and the like. He\\nplastered himself over with the hot water bottles, and wrapped\\naround the mackintoshes until he looked like a big rubber ball.\\nHad an idea you know, that the rubber would sort of break his\\nfall on the pavement.\\nUNCEE DOO.\\nYes, an he jumped out an lit jist as soft as if he d fell off\\nthe bottom rung of a ladder.\\nDRUMMER,\\nNo, he hit so hard that he bounced up an down for two days\\nand a half and they finally had to shoot him.", "height": "3361", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "hunkerspofarcein00hurd_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "HUNKER S P. O. 33\\nUNCIvE DOO., REUBEN WASH,\\nShoot him\\nUNCLE DOO.\\nWhat did they shoot him fer?\\nDRUMMER,\\n{grip in hand at door.\\nWhy they had to, the poor man was starving to death. Good\\nnight.\\n{Exit.)\\nUNCLE DOO.\\n{stares after him ivith month open for several seconds.\\nWal, I swan, Jocks.\\nREUBEN,\\nh elping h imself to crackers\\nNow, Uncle Doo, going back to pollyticks.\\nI wish we hed free trade anyhow. It would be a big thing\\nfer us farmers.\\nUNCLE DOO.\\nWal, we haint got, so you kin jest keep out o thet cracker\\nbarrel.\\n{Covers it zvith a slam.)\\nREUBEN,\\n{gets np and goes over and sits on counter on fly paper.\\nAs I was a sayin free trade would be a mighty good thing\\nfer us farmers. Somethin s the matter with us an I believe its\\nthe tariff thet s ailin of us. Thet fellar thet made thet speech up\\nto the Corners fore election said we was slaves an hev got to be\\namaciated like the black .slave was, an jocks, I believe it.\\nUNCLE DOO.\\nStuff an nonsense.\\nWASH.\\nWhen I git big enough Em goin to vote, an-an I ll fix em.\\n{Shakes fists.)\\nREUBEN,\\nIs the Republican party goin to do anythin to amaciate us?\\nNot much. Its a caterin to the big corpulations an us farmers\\nkin look out fer ourselves. You haint got no free trade plank m\\nyer platform, an till you put one there I .shall stick to the Dem-\\nUNCLE DOO.\\nWhat s the good of a free trade plank. They might all be\\nfree trade planks, but they haint no good s long s the Democrats", "height": "3361", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "hunkerspofarcein00hurd_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "34 HUNKER S P. O.\\ncan t git in power, an they can t, they can t. Keep on the big\\nside, long with the folks with the money. Them s my senti-\\nments.\\nREUBEN, {excitedly.)\\nNo .sir, it s the tariff thet s keepin us down I believe, an I m\\ngoin to vote with the party thet ll knock thet out. When I set-\\ntle on a thing I stick to it.\\n{gets up and walks around excitedly ivith the fly paper sticking\\nto hi 771.)\\nAn jocks, I m goin to stick to this.\\nUNCLE DOO.\\nWal, I rather guess ye be, cause ye can t git it off, but it\\ndon t make you look any prettier.\\nREUBEN,\\n{Peeli7ig it off.) I, jocks, aint thet enough to rile a fellar?\\nWhat fer do they want to go a stickin this pesky stuff round\\nwhere folks is goin to set fer?\\nUNCEE DOO.\\nThere its off now ye better be kind o keerful where ye set\\nfer a few days. Say, Reub, did ye hear anything more bout that\\nman thet got shot down to the Falls last week?\\nREUBEN,\\nGot shot? Where? How did it happen?\\nUNCEE DOO,\\nWh}^ he bought a pound and an paid fer it in Smith s store.\\nHe, he, he. Thet s one on 3 ou. {Laughs.)\\nRUEBEN,\\nThat s a pretty good one. I ll work that on Sam when he\\ncomes in.\\n{E7iter M7\\\\ True.) REUBEN, Winking at Uricle Doo.\\nSay, Sam, did ye hear bout thet mangettin some shot down\\nto the Falls last week?\\nMR. TRUE.\\nNo, why? Did he get so much?\\nREUBEN,\\nNo, he bought a pound an paid fer it, but thunderation I\\ndon t see anv fun in it now. Uncle Doo,", "height": "3361", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "hunkerspofarcein00hurd_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "HUNKER S P. O. 35\\nUNCI.E DOO.\\n{chuckling\\nNo, nor don t nobody else.\\n{Enter Mrs. True, LEFT, and Henry Jen ks, CENTER\\nwith an egg in each hand, falls and breaks one. Mrs. True picks\\nhim 7ip.)\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nWhat did 3-011 want Henry?\\nHENRY,\\nMama give me an egg to get a nutmeg, an one to get a stick\\nof gum. I guess twas the nutmeg Qgg that broke, so I ll take\\nthe stick of gum.\\n{Mrs. T) lie gives him both.)\\nMR. TRUE,\\nNow mother, mother eggs is only ten cents a dozen.\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nYes, I know Samel, but there s quite a profit on nutmegs.\\nMR. TRUE,\\nHere Henry here s 3^er mail.\\nHENRY,\\nThank you, .sir.\\n{Exit Henry.)\\nMR. TRUE,\\nTliet s a fine little boy o Jenkses an he ll mount to some-\\nthin some day.\\nUNCEE DOO.\\nCan t tell, can t tell the smartest ones usually turns out the\\nworst. There s thet youngest Hendrick s boy, smart as a whip,\\ndidn t take nobody s sass. Could lick any boy in school, was the\\nbest fighter they hed. What s he doin now? Preachin up in\\nCleveland.\\nMR. TRUE.\\nWal, he might o done wor.se, an I presume to say he s a\\ngood one.\\nUNCLE DOO.\\nGood enough as preachers go, but think of wastin a boy like\\nthat fer a preacher. Why, he might a made anything of himself\\na lawyer or a pollytician, an ben looked up to an respected but\\nhe jist fizzled dowaa into a preacher.", "height": "3361", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "hunkerspofarcein00hurd_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "36 HUNKER S P. O.\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nNow, see here Uncle Doo. yon are all wrong. It takes a\\nmighty smart boy to make a good preacher, an thems the kind\\nwe want, an its a good sight more respectable than the lawyer\\nbusiness. Its the preacher thet smooths out the rough places in\\nthis world an encourages us to live lovin peacable lives with our\\nneighbors, and the lawyer fellows is alius a stirrin up trouble to\\nmake work fer themselves. Give us good, clean, straight timber\\nfer our preachers, I saj^ an put yer knotty, snappy, green stuff\\ninto lawyers, if we must have em.\\nMR. TRUE,\\nThat s right mother give it to him. Your pintin right as\\nusual. If we had the right kind of preachers everywhere, I sus-\\npicion there wouldn t be so much work fer the lawyers.\\nWASH. {JuTnping up exidedly.\\nI-I forgot. M-ma wants a bottle o lemon extry.\\nMR. TRUE,\\n{giving extract.\\nHere, Wash, you .stop at Peabody s an leave this pound o\\nsoda. I promi.sed to send it up if I hed a chance.\\nWASH.\\nW-well I-I do know bout stoppin there. The doctor says\\nhe s got information on the brain.\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nWell, that won t hurt you, will it?\\nWASH.\\nIt-it may be ketchin an-an I don t want to get nothin on my\\nbrain.\\nUNCEE DOO.\\nThere haint no danger, no danger tall of anythin ever ef-\\nfectin vour brain.\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nTaint brain trouble anyhow. He took cold gatherin sap\\nbuckets an the doctor s afraid of ammonia.\\nWASH,\\nW-well I ll take it an fire it over the fence an yell an run.\\n{Exit.)\\n{Entei Cy Simp, and Mrs. Hezekiah Hill froyn city.", "height": "3361", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "hunkerspofarcein00hurd_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "HUNKER^S P. O. 37\\nCYRUS,\\nEvenin people. Got any new spring hats, Sam?\\n{Mr. Tnte and Mt Simp, try on hats, Reuben and Uncle Doo.\\ni-alk and whittle,\\nMRS. HILE,\\nGood evening, Mrs. True. Have you any blue taffeta ribbon.\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nNo, we ve just got the plain taffy in a chunk. We aint ne-\\nver kept thet kind stnnig out into ribbon. I ve seen it\\nthough, but I aint never seen any blue.\\n(Ente^ Kitty.\\nKITTY,\\nMis True, ma wants to know if you wont let Mr. True come\\nover a little while an help her stretch down the spare room car-\\npet.\\nMRS. TRUE.\\nWill I let him? See here you go home an tell yer ma thet I\\naint never refused to lend her any thin from a fine tooth comb to\\na settin hen, but I draw the line at Samel. He aint to lend.\\nWhere s vour pa?\\nKITTY,\\nHe s over to the blacksmith .shop talkin ix\u00c2\u00bblly ticks to Jim-\\nmie s pa. He told ma that Mr. Mills was on the fence an he d\\nhave to see him, but he wasn t. I went an looked an he was\\nsettin on the horse block, an pa went, and went to talkin polly-\\ntics with him.\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nWell, go tell him yer ma wants him to help her.\\nKITTY,\\nWell, he can t stretch carpet. It ll hurt his rhumatiz.\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nNo, it won t. Not his kind. You go tell him.\\nKITTY,\\nHe ll say he s too busy to come.\\nExit Kitty.\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nHe s afeerd the country will go to rack an ruin if he lets up\\non his poUyticks fer a minute. If sich men as him would take as\\nmuch interest in their famblys as they do in their pollyticks the\\ncountry wouldn t need .so much lookin after.", "height": "3361", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "hunkerspofarcein00hurd_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "38 HUNKER S P. O.\\nCYRUS,\\nI guess I ll take this one Sam. Its more beconiin an seems\\nto fit me, an I want five pomids o ten pemiy nails an a. plug o\\ntobaccv.\\nMRS. HILL.\\nMrs. True, have you any filo floss?\\nMRS. TRUE,\\n(scttt?ig out box of files.\\nWe hev the files; alius keep em, but we aint never hed any\\ncall fer the other stuff.\\nMRS. HILL,\\nWell, let me have a spool of white silk. Perhaps that wall do.\\n{Enter school-ma am, Nellie Jones.)\\nNELLIE.\\nGood evening everybody. What a perfect day we have had.\\nUNCLE DOO.\\nSee here, young woman. Be you the school-ma am.\\nNELLIE,\\nYes, Mr. Doolittle. I am the school-ma am,\\nUNCLE DOO.\\nWell, you look as though ye ought to know somethin.\\nNELLIE,\\nThank you, sir.\\nUNCLE DOO.\\nBut yer wrong on some pints, your wrong on some pints. I\\nhear thet yer learnin them younguns that the world air round.\\nAir thet so?\\nNELLIE,\\nI have been teaching that. You don t think I m wrong on\\nthat point, do you, Mr. Doolittle?\\nUNCLE DOO,\\nI don t think nothin bout it. I kfiouf. You ve ben learn-\\nin of em wrong an I want it stopped. The Bible tells us of the\\nfour corners of the earth. If its got corners it can t be round.\\nYou can t go agin the Bible {pounds floor ivith cane.) You can t\\ngo agin the Bible.\\nNELLIE,\\nW^ell, Mr. Doolittle I will investigate further, {goes ovc talks\\nto Mrs. Hill.", "height": "3361", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "hunkerspofarcein00hurd_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "HUNKER S P. O. 39\\nUNCLE DOO.\\nDew so., dew so. You ll find yer wrong.\\niEntef Bride.\\nBRIDE,\\nMrs. True, I want some mustard.\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nHow much do you watit Jennie?\\nBRIDE,\\nWhy, let me see. I guess two or three pounds will be-enough.\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nWe have it in half pound and quarter jwund packages. I\\nguess quarter of a pound 11 be enough fer you an John.\\nBRIDE,\\nYes, plenty thank you Aunt Charity, and I want some\\nsugar.\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nHow much, Jennie,\\nJENNIE,\\nWhy quarter of a pound.\\nMRS. TRUE,\\n1 guess a pound o sugar won t be too much.\\nJENNIE,\\nThank you. Aunt Charity, I wish you d tell me how to make\\nthose buckwheat cakes again. I made some but they were not\\nright. John laughed at them an called them biscuits. {wipes\\n\u00e2\u0082\u00acyes.\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nWhy you poor child you put too much flour in. Never mind.\\nI ll drop in tonight an .stir em up for ye, an show ye jest how.\\nJohn won t find no fault with em. I ll warrant.\\n{Exit Bride.\\n{Enter Was])., running, falls full length:)\\nWASH.\\nThere s a Eyetalian comin with a whoppin great bear.\\n{gets behind counter and gets cheese knife.)\\nUNCLE DOO.\\nA bear? Bears aint nothin If you d seen as many bears\\nas I hev ye \\\\TOuldn t be so .skeerd on em. Why, in the spring", "height": "3361", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "hunkerspofarcein00hurd_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "40 HUNKER S P. O.\\no 1 830 they was so thick they tromped our corn all down into the\\nmud and killed it an one of the pesky varmints come right into\\nthe house an carried off a hen that was a settin in the corner of\\nthe kitchen. I ve killed as high as twenty in one day.\\nREUBEN,\\nThat s so. I ve heard Uncle Doo. tell it morn than forty\\ntime.\\nUNCLE DOO.\\nMember one day I was fishin Settin dowm on thet pint o\\nrock thtft sticks out over the river doawn in Simpkinses back\\nparster, w^hen I heerd a kind o grunt an looked round to find a\\nalmighty great bear stannin right behind me a lickin his chops,\\nan a grinnin to think how he d ketched me.\\n{Exclamations of Wash, horror from Mrs. Hill and School-\\nma am, the rest look bored.) Addressing himself to Mrs. Hill and\\nV^ellie.) Now, what you spose I done? I didn t want to git wet\\nby jumpin in the river so I jist set about charmin thet bear with\\nmy eye. He begun to back away an me a follerin an I snum,\\nyou might not believe it, but I backed the critter over them t^s o\\nmiles home an into the smoke house jest with my eye, an him a\\ngrowlin every step. I shut him in and went to the house an*\\ngot my gun an finished him.\\nMRS. HILE,\\nThat s a pretty big bear story. Uncle.\\nUNCLE DOO.\\nTwas a big bear. He was the biggest one ever seen in these\\nparts. The whole neighborhood lived on bar meat fer weeks. I\\naint afeerd o any bar thet\\n(Enter Italian with bear followed by fimmie, Kitty, Eva, Henry,\\nMrs. Simp, Mirandy, jane, [Mr. Hill.\\nUncle Doo. in his haste to get behind the counter, tips over the\\ncracker barrel. (Mr. True scoops up crackers and puts them back in\\nbarrel.\\nITALIAN,\\nTwentyfivi centi make de bear dance.\\nMR. TRUE,\\nToo much Mr. Italy. Ten cents,\\nITALIAN,\\nNo teni centi, twenty centi.", "height": "3361", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "hunkerspofarcein00hurd_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "HUNKER S P. O. 41\\nMR. TRUE,\\nAll right, stir him up an we ll take up a collection.\\nbear dances. Applause.\\nITAUAN,\\nBear much tired, no more dance.\\n{exit Italian and bear.\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nWhat are 3 ou younguns slicked up so fer?\\nKITTY,\\n\\\\Vh} Mis True its the last day o school, an we spoke pieces\\nan spelled down an Mr. Hill an Mis Hill sung fer us an\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nFer the lan s sake, I clear fergot the last day of school, an I\\nalius try to go, even if my own younguns is all growd up an\\ngone. I m di.sapinted. I would nt missed it fer anythin Kit-\\nty won t you speak yer piece fer me? I hate to miss it altogether.\\n[voice from ontside.) Jimmie, Jinmiie.\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nJimmie, your mothers callin ye?\\nJIMMIE,\\n(sitting on counter.)\\nI know it. {spits.\\nNELEIE,\\nCome Kitty you speak your piece.\\n{Kitty speaks.\\nUNCLE DOO.\\nMirandy Jane you .sing something. Your singin alius makes\\nme think of the birds a singin in the airly mornin when we re\\na leetle mite nearer Heaven than we be any other time.\\nMIRANDY,\\nThank you. Uncle Doolittle. I ll sing fer you but {to Mr.\\nand Mrs. Hill.) I never went to singin school but one term.\\n{sings Do they Miss ?ne at Home.\\nWhile Miranda sings, Reuben appears to buy a hoe or some other\\nfarming utensil.\\nUNCLE DOO.\\n{speaks Riley s A71 old played oJit song aiid all sifig the\\nfirst verse of Do They Miss Me very softly aftet he has finished.)", "height": "3361", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "hunkerspofarcein00hurd_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "42 HUNKER S P. O.\\nMRS. SIMP,\\nI d like to hear Mr. Hill sing something. You used to hev\\nquite a knack fer singin when ye was a boy.\\nMR. HII.L.\\nWell, I ll do the best I can, though I m not used to singing\\nwithout my music, (sin^s Annie Laurie.)\\n{voieefivjn outside.) Jimmie, Jimmie.\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nYou better go an see what yer ma wants, Jimmie.\\nJIMMIE,\\nI know what she wants. She wants me to come home, but\\nI aint goin till I git good an ready.\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nWal, if ye don t go till ye git good I m afeerd she s got a\\n^ong wait before her.\\nMan s voice from outside.) James. {Jimmie makes one\\nbou7id/or the doo? and disappears.)\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nIt didn t take him long to git ready after his pa called.\\nREUBEN,\\nHow much did ye git fer the molasses ye sent up to Cleve-\\nland Cy?\\nCYRUS,\\nWal, I didn t git so much as I was callatin on but I didn t\\nspect I should.\\nUNCLE DOO.\\nI spose Kier, you ve got to be one of them bicycle dude fel-\\nlars thet go skylootin through the country skeerin decent folk-\\nses horses aint ye.\\nMR. HIEE,\\nYes, I do ride a wheel and its good excercise for one too.\\nBetter get yourself one Uncle.\\nUNCLE DOO.\\nNo, I don t need one. I haint got so dumb lazy set thet I\\nhev to set down to walk.\\nWASH.\\nI-I-I use to spoke a piece. Wh-wh-when I went to the last\\ndav t-too.", "height": "3361", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "hunkerspofarcein00hurd_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "HUNKER S P. O. 43\\nMR, TRUE,\\nWell, lets hear your piece, Wash,\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nNow, Pa I don t believe he knows any thin\\nWASH.\\nY-y-yes I do Mis True. T-teacher learned me.\\nREUBEN,\\nWell, let er go Wa.sh.\\nIVask. speaks IV/im the Green Gits back in the Trees -Riley)\\n(^Enter Italian buys crackers and herring and eats.\\nNELLIE,\\nI should like to hear Mrs. Hill .sing again. Do you .sing\\nSweet Afton?\\nMRS. HILL,\\nI ll do the best I can but I m not sure that I know it all.\\n{sings. (Mrs. Simpkins buys a broom.\\nNELLIE,\\nNow^ Eva, you speak your piece for Mrs. True,\\nEva speaks.\\nCYRUS,\\nWal, come on Hitty, I guess the old hoss ll be ready to go,\\nstandin all the afternoon in the meetin house .shed.\\nMRS. SIMP,\\nI aint goin a step till I hear Mirandy Jane sing again. Cant\\nye sing thet rocky bye baby song?\\nMirandy sings Lullaby.\\nMRS. HILL,\\nIs there not something that we can all sing?\\nUNCLE DOO.\\nWe kin sing Old Folks to Hum, an I wish ye would. These\\nnew fangled pieces aint got no music in em. Its most my bed\\ntime an I must be peggin towards home so jest sing that fer a\\ngood night one an we ll all pull out an let these folks .shet up\\nthe store and go to bed. (All sing and go out as they are singing\\nlast chorus. Leaving Uncle, True and wife and Emma alone.\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nEmmy, you better go to bed, you know you hate to git up an\\nI hev to call you two or three time.\\n(^exit Emvia yawning.", "height": "3361", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "hunkerspofarcein00hurd_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "-c? I 1900\\n44 HUNKER S P. O.\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nNow Samel, I guess I ll jest run up an see how Mis Todd s\\nbaby is, an take a plate of doughnuts up to Mis Warren. If she s\\nhed toothache fer two or three days she must be bout out o\\nbakin an I promised I d run in an set some buch wheat cakes\\nfor Jennie. I won t be gone long an its only half past seven.\\nMR. TRUE,\\nvSeems to me. Charity, yer alius tuckerin yerself out waitin\\non other folks. Why don t yer let em wait on you a spell?\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nThe Lord made me able to wait on myself, an I thank Him\\nfor it. If some of the rest of His children are kind o helpless\\nan need a lift once in a while, I ca late He rather expects me to\\nturn in an help, an He has a right to expect it, seein as He has\\nmade me strong an healthy.\\nMR. TRUE,\\nMebby so, mebby so. Charity, but you spend your whole life\\na doin fer others.\\nMRS. TRUE,\\nWell, Samel, that s all life s for, jest helpin others an I never\\nyet seen the man or woman that was so poor or so fur down that\\nthey couldn t find someone worse off an give em a lift, if they\\nwas a mind to. Takes plate of doughnuts and goes out, calls back)\\ndon t fergit to put the nail over thet window.\\nMR. TRUE.\\n(Busy straightening store and locking up, takes cash from box\\nand puts it in old blue sock.) Well, she s alius a mind to. She s\\nrightly named, Charity. Never a better woman lived. She s too\\ngood to be a runnin a country store, but we do a heap o other\\nbusiness. We seem to hev in connection a free dispensary an\\nfree restaurant, a hospittle, a information bureau, readin room,\\ncookin school, nursery, an Heaven knows what else. Why, one\\nof them settlement houses we read about up to the city can t com-\\npare with us for helpf ullness in the community. I aint sure that\\nthe folks appreciate all this, but they ought to an stand right up\\nfer the Post Master s wife and fer Hunker s P. O.\\n(Curtain goes down while Mr. True stands in the middle of the\\nsta^e, slowly idnding a big, oldfashiohed silver watch.\\ns", "height": "3361", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "hunkerspofarcein00hurd_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3361", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "hunkerspofarcein00hurd_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "!!:i\\nLIBRARY OF CONGRESS\\ne STs 762 318 T 0\\nJ", "height": "3418", "width": "2096", "jp2-path": "hunkerspofarcein00hurd_0048.jp2"}}