{"1": {"fulltext": "August 4, I8y8\\nSubscription Price, jp/o^\\nPS 1939\\nMy \u00e2\u0080\u00a2H4 G5\\np Pena Publishing (?inpar\\\\^(,\\nPhiladelphia\\nENTERED AT THE PHILADELPHIA POST OFFICE AS SFT--", "height": "3555", "width": "2128", "jp2-path": "gildedbrickcomed00holc_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "SHOEMAKER S\\nB^st Selectioi|s\\nFOR\\nREADINGS AND RECITATIONS\\nNumbers 1 to 25 Now Issued\\nPaper Binding, each number, 30 cents\\nCloth 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. 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No trouble or expense is spared to obtain the\\nvery best readings and recitations, and much njJterial 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 I\u00c2\u00bbH1WN PUBI^ISHIl^G COMI\u00c2\u00bbANY\\n923 Arcb Street\\nPbllaaelpbla", "height": "3555", "width": "2128", "jp2-path": "gildedbrickcomed00holc_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "A GILDED BRICK\\nA Comedy in One Act\\nBy\\nWillard Holcomb\\nF iCE CF THE\\nOSS%17!898^\\nre.\\nPo -%(\u00e2\u0096\u00a0_\u00e2\u0096\u00a0 \u00e2\u0096\u00a0\u00e2\u0080\u00a2..\u00e2\u0080\u00a2-;r\u00c2\u00bbvw\\\\ \u00c2\u00bb:2^\\nPhiladelphia\\nThe Penn Publishing Company\\nJ898", "height": "3467", "width": "2128", "jp2-path": "gildedbrickcomed00holc_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "CoPYRigjrtffSgS ^Y.T^f *?^i^ PiJblishh^p Company", "height": "3467", "width": "2128", "jp2-path": "gildedbrickcomed00holc_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "A Gilded Brick\\nCAST OF CHARACTERS\\nKiTTiE Clay A gilded brick\\nMarie Bisque An heiress\\nJohn Van Devere A real swell\\nDick Schryver A poor author\\nMrs. Wishington A matchmaker\\nWillie WiSHiNGTON A parlor match\\nFlorence Detrop A superfluous girl\\nJack Dothunter Hu?iti?ig an heiress\\nCount de Bogus Hunting an heiress\\nLord Fitznoodle Hunting an heiress\\nCostumes Modern\\nTime in Representation Forty-five minutes", "height": "3467", "width": "2128", "jp2-path": "gildedbrickcomed00holc_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3467", "width": "2128", "jp2-path": "gildedbrickcomed00holc_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "A GILDED BRICK\\nSCENE. Conservatory of the Bon- Ton Hotel dtiriyig a\\nball Florence Detrop and Jack Dothunter discov-\\nered standing, l.\\nFlorence. I don t care, Jack Dothunter, I think you\\nhave treated me just shamefully Ever since that horrid\\nHttle heiress came to the hotel you ve deserted me entirely.\\nYou ve been hanging after her just like all the rest of the\\nfellows. I don t see what you find so fascinating about her\\nI think she is just horrid, and so do all the girls\\nJack. Now don t be hard on Miss Bisque she s quite\\namusing, don t you know.\\nFlorence. Amusing? Disgusting! Why, she s posi-\\ntively outre, and if it wasn t for her money she wouldn t\\nbe tolerated in polite society Think of her dancing the\\nskirt dance in the parlor why, all the girls were shocked\\nalmost to death\\nJack. Maybe that was because they couldn t do it as\\nwell\\nFlorence. Jack\\nJack. Oh, it isn t her fault that she is a trifle free and\\neasy it s her bringing up. She s as good as gold at\\nheart.\\nFlorence. At pocket, you mean. But that s right, stick\\nup for her, as all the men do only let me tell you, Jack\\nDothunter, you re going just a little bit too far with me\\nJack. Really, Miss Detrop I don t think you have a\\nright to call me to account in this manner\\nFlorence. Haven t I Well, then, we ll just break our\\nengagement right here, and when your heiress throws you\\nover, where ll you be then, Mr. Dothunter?\\nJack, {aside) That s so I haven t got her yet, and Flor-\\nrie s good second choice, even if she isn t quite so rich.\\n{Aloiid) Now, Florrie, don t be foolish. You know I love\\nyou alone, and that this is only a little flirtation to fool your\\nmother.\\nFlorence. Well, you re making it a little bit too re-\\nalistic, that s all.\\nJack, {coaxingly) Come, now, won t you forgive me\\n5", "height": "3467", "width": "2128", "jp2-path": "gildedbrickcomed00holc_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "6 A GILDED BRICK\\nFlorence, {relenting) Will you promise me to keep\\naway from that Bisque girl\\nJack. Why, certainly, if you wish it only I can t be rude\\nto her, you know.\\nFlorence. You needn t have anything to do with her\\nhere she comes now, with enough fools following her.\\n(Kittie C7id Marie appear at door, c, with several gallants\\nfollowifig.)\\nJack. I must see her a minute to break an engage-\\nment. {Starts.)\\nFlorence, {decidedly) This is our dance, I believe,\\nMr. Dothunter, and the music is just started.\\n(Jack reluctantly gives her his arm, and she leads him off, l.)\\nKittie. {at door) You must excuse me now, gentlemen,\\nas I have an engagement for a curtain lecture from my\\nchaperone. Waves them, off) Now, Marie, dear, we can\\nhave a moment to ourselves. Oh, did you see that Detrop\\ngirl drag Mr. Dothunter off just as we came in She s as\\njealous as a cat. People say they are engaged, but he pro-\\nposed to me last night.\\nMarie. I don t wonder she s jealous of you, then. Did\\nyou accept him\\nKittie. Not much I put him on probation with the\\nrest.\\nAiARiE. With the rest\\nKittie. Why, yes Didn t I tell you Lord Fitznoodle\\ntook me out riding this morning, you know, and between\\ntalking horse and staring at me with that glass eye I mean\\neyeglass of his, he managed to drawl out that he d be\\ndeuced glad to have me hitch up in double harness with\\nhim, don t ye know. {Mimic ki?ig him)\\nMarie. Who was the other\\nKittie. Oh, Count de Bogus was laying for me out on the\\nlawn after lunch. He went down on his knees and got his\\nwhite trousers all over grass stains, and then he raved like\\na regular Italian opera lover, all about la bella luna. {Imi-\\ntates him.)\\nMarie, {laughing) What d d you say to him\\nKittie. I told him he was a bella lunatic and that I d\\nthank him to quit making a circus of himself out on the\\nlawn, where everybody could see him.\\nMarie. Well, you have been breaking hearts at a terri-\\nble rate. Now, what are you going to do with them", "height": "3467", "width": "2128", "jp2-path": "gildedbrickcomed00holc_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "A GILDED BRICK 7\\nKiTTiE. Well, before we made this exchange of costume\\nand name, by which I was to i)lay tlie part of the rich Miss\\nBisque, the belle and heiress, with you in the humble role of\\nmy companion, you told me that there were no such things\\nas love and chivalry in modern society that it was all\\nmatch-making and money worship. Now, I thought 5 ou\\nhad grown a little bit suspicious and cynical with too much\\nsuccess, so when you agreed to exchange places with me I\\nthought I d see for myself.\\nMarie. What do you think of it now?\\nKiTTiE. Well, I m not so certain as I was that the life of\\nan heiress is all roses. There s lots of spiteful little thorns\\namong them, and, worst of all, is the thought that you are\\nbeing courted only for your cash.\\nMarie. That s just what I told you, but you thought it\\nmust be glorious to have gowns and jewels and flowers\\nand fun, with never a qualm as to the cost.\\nKiTTiE. It was awfully jolly for a time. Didn t I create\\na sensation when I first came\\nMarie. You certainly did, and you ve kept it up ever\\nsince.\\nKiTTiE. Now, don t lecture me, dear. I know I ve been\\na little too fresh sometimes, but luckily no one knows you\\nhere, and they all forgive my breaks. Whatever I do goes 1\\nMarie. Because money makes the mare go, and a\\ngood many other things, too.\\nKittie. Do you really think that is the reason, that they\\nonly flatter me, because they think I have a fortune\\nMarie. Not entirely, dear, for you have a good heart\\nand honest ways, which won me when you were yourself.\\nBut as for me, I thought long ago that my money was my\\nchief cliarm, and this little masquerade of ours has con-\\nvinced me. Nobody cares for me now, except as a means\\nof getting into your good graces.\\nKittie. You poor darling! You have been most neg-\\nlected, cheated out of your rights by me, an impostor. Oh,\\nwhy can t they see that I m a fraud! Does a little gilding-\\nmake such a difference that common clay can t be told from\\nreal bisque\\nMarie. Never mind, dear, I m not jealous of your\\ntriumphs. I have experienced them myself and know of\\ntheir emptiness, which I am afraid you must soon learn.\\nKittie. {sadly) I m afraid so, too.\\nMarie. Come now, Kittie, don t be downcast. We ve\\nenjoyed this little comedy so far let s carry it through mer-\\nrily to the end.", "height": "3452", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "gildedbrickcomed00holc_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "8 A GiLDEt) BRICK\\nKiTTiE. That s what I m worrying about the end.\\nI ve played leading lady for nearly a week now, and done\\nfairly well, but I m getting shaky in my lines and begin to\\nwish I were a plain soubrette again. One can cover up a\\nbreak with business then, but this high comedy acting,\\nbefore a critical audience, is an awful strain.\\nMarie. Well, we must end it soon. I ve just received\\nletters from friends who are coming here to-morrow, and\\nthey ll expose our imposition immediately.\\nKiTTiE. The sooner the better, then, but I want to put\\nthese lovers of mine to the test, and see if it s me they re\\nafter, or my supposed fortune. So I ve held them all off\\nand promised them an answer to-night here in the conser-\\nvatory.\\nMarie. All at the same time\\nKiTTiE. Yes then I ll tell them the truth and see what\\nthey ll do. How s that for a dramatic climax?\\nMarie. Quite thrilling; are there any others in the\\ntableau\\nKiTTiE. Well, little Willie Wishington has been follow-\\ning me around all afternoon, as if he had something on the\\nplace where his mind ought to be, but he hasn t succeeded\\nin saying anything so far, and from present indications I\\ndon t think William will be in it.\\nMarie. How about Mr. Van Devere\\nKiTTiE. confusio)i) Oh, he hasn t said anything\\nonly he has been very nice to me.\\nMarie. Suppose he should propose\\nKiTTiE. {quickly) Oh, I hope he won t. I mean, Mr, Van\\nDevere is too much of a man of the world to care for me,\\nand he s too rich for a fortune-hunter.\\nMarie. Kittie, Kittie, he s the only one of them all who\\nhas touched your heart.\\nKittie. {sobbiiig) Oh, Marie, I can t help it but that s\\nwhat makes me so miserable. I m afraid he will despise\\nme when he knows what a fraud I am.\\nMarie. You love him, then?\\nKittie. {softly) I m afraid I do.\\nMarie. Poor little girl God grant that no sorrow may\\ncome to you through this masquerade, for to me it has\\nbrought a great happiness. Hush here comes some\\none.\\n{Enter Vh^ Devere and Dick Schryver. Marie a?id\\nKittie sit concealed behind a clnmp of palms\\nDick. Well, how are you enjoying yourself, old man", "height": "3467", "width": "2128", "jp2-path": "gildedbrickcomed00holc_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "A GILDED BRICK\\nVan. Rather poorl}^ thanks.\\nDick. Oh, you old cynic You ve been a society pet so\\nlong that you re spoiled. You don t enjoy life any more,\\nexcept to laugh at it. Why, I think this the most delightful\\nevening I ever spent\\nVan. {nonchalantly) Why?\\nDick. Oh, the music, the flowers, the lights, the dresses\\nVan. Quite the regulation thing at most balls, I\\nbelieve.\\nDick. There is something more, and that s what I ve\\ndragged you off here for to tell you in private.\\nVan. What s that\\nDick. You know Miss Clay Marie Clay\\nVan. Ah, Miss Bisque s companion\\nDick. Yes what do you think of her\\nVan. Appears to be a very quiet, well-bred sort of girl.\\nDick, {eiilhnsiaslically) She s an angel.\\nVan. Indeed?\\n{Mild sensatio7i beJiind the palms Marie and Kittie.)\\nDick. And she has promised to be my wife\\nKittie. {hugging Marie) Oh, you darling, why didn t\\nyou tell me\\nVan. Well, well, Schryver, congratulations, I m sure. I\\nthink she ll make you a good one. But what are you\\ngoing to live on\\nDick, {erithusiastically) Love\\nVan. Very good to lend glamor to a scene like this, but\\nscarcely strong enough to warm a house when coal is high.\\nDick. I know I m a poor devil, who ought not to think\\nof marrying, but Marie is a sensible girl. I ve told her all\\nthis, and it didn t terrify her a bit. She says there are worse\\nthings in the world than poverty, and that we ll manage to\\nlive somehow until my books begin to sell.\\nVan. Very brave of her. Few girls nowadays would\\ndare as much. My blessing on you both, my boy\\nTJiey shake hands. Marie a?td Kittie whisper behind the\\npalms)\\nDick. Well, how is it, old man you seem to be struck\\non the heiress yourself. Haven t you enough money of\\nyour own, or is she a relief to these fortuneless damsels\\nwho are always throwing themselves and their families at\\nyour head\\nVan. Who said I was struck {Curtly)\\nDick. Oh, nobody, but you seem to be in the chase.", "height": "3452", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "gildedbrickcomed00holc_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "lO A GILDED BRICK\\nVan. I m not in the chase\\nDick. Now, don t be uppish, old man, you know you\\nhave paid her more attention than any other girl here.\\nVan. Well, maybe I have. She interests me mildly.\\nShe s fresh and original evidently newly transplanted from\\nher native fields to society s hothouse, but a decided relief\\nfrom the regulation heiress.\\nDick. She s a regular brick\\nVan. Yes, a gold brick and all these penniless pros-\\npectors are after her,\\nDick. Do you know, I believe if it wasn t for your con-\\nfounded pride, you d turn prospector yourself.\\nVan. Hang it, man, do you want me to confess that\\nI m in love with her, when I haven t known her a week I\\ntell you, she interests me as a social study, a new specimen\\nin this menagerie of ours.\\nDick. Ha ha Very good but don t get too close to\\nthe cage, or you may get caught. And if this is a menage-\\nrie, here comes the hippopotamus, Mrs. Wishington, mother\\nof the moon calf, the greatest curiosity ever exhibited in\\nany show.\\n{E)iter Mrs. Wishington,/?/ and effusive)\\nMrs. Wishington. What s that about a show?\\nDick, {mendaciously) Oh, we were just talking about a new\\ncircus that s come to town.\\nMrs. Wishington. Ah, you giddy boys Still fond of\\nmonkeys, just like my Willie. That makes me think, you\\nhaven t seen Willie recently, have you I ve lost track of\\nhim completely, and I m afraid he will be getting into some\\ntrouble.\\n{While Van and Dick deny all knowledge of Willie s\\nwhereabouts, Marie and Kittie slip out from behind the\\npalms and appear as if from the door at the right. Mrs.\\nWishington discovers them first?)\\nMrs. Wishington. Ah, girls You here\\nKittie. {fiaively) Yes we just came in.\\n(Marie and Dick pair off, a?id Van makes for Kittie, but\\nMrs. Wishington balks his plan.)\\nMrs. Wishington. Oh, Mr. Van Devere, would you do\\nme the favor to look in the buffet and see if you can find\\nWillie I m so nervous about him. Send him here to me,\\nplease, while I have a nice long talk with dear Miss Bisque.", "height": "3467", "width": "2128", "jp2-path": "gildedbrickcomed00holc_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "A GILDED BRICK II\\n(Van frowns mid obeys reluctantly Kittie makes a face\\nMarie and Dick smile and walk l. Exit Van, c, Marie\\nand Dick, l.)\\nMrs. Wishington. {embracing Kittie) Oh, you dear\\nchild! I ve been longing for a nice, quiet chat with you\\nall day.\\nKittie, {half aside, bid ivithout interrupting the torrent of\\nMrs. Wishington s talk) Sorry the desire has not been\\nmutual.\\nMrs. Wishington, Come right over here and sit down,\\ndear. They sit l,) Do you know, something about you\\nreminds me of my Willie\\nKittie. Indeed\\nMrs. Wishington. If only he d been a girl. It makes\\nme feel just like a mother to you, poor, unprotected thing.\\nKittie, Thanks. I can take care of myself,\\nMrs. Wishington. Ah, but you need some one to warn\\nyou of the snares and pitfalls of society. Such an attrac-\\ntive girl as you is always pursued\\nKittie. For her money\\nMrs. Wishington. Quite right, my dear, and I want to\\nwarn you right now against that Van Devere. Not but that\\nhe appears all right, but\\nKittie. But what\\nMrs. Wishington. {cautiously) They say he has been a\\nterrible rake in his time.\\nKittie. Who says so\\nMrs. Wishington. Oh, it s common report, and I my-\\nself know that he has traveled a great deal alone some-\\nthing I would never think of letting my Willie do and\\nthey say he has almost dissipated his fortune.\\nKittie. Why, I thought he was considered quite rich\\nMrs. Wishington. That s what they say, but you know\\nyou can t depend on all you hear. Now, it would be just\\nlike him to try to repair his shattered fortunes by marrying\\nyou.\\nKittie. Thanks, but I happen to know that Mr. Van\\nDevere has no such intentions. Besides, I would sooner\\nsuspect him of being a victim of fortune hunters than one\\nhimself.\\nMrs. Wishington. {i^elieved) That s so. Isn t h disgust-\\ning the way some girls throw themselves at his head I\\ndeclare, when I witness such things I m glad that I have no\\ndaughters. Besides, he might fall in love with them, and\\nthen I should be obhged to set my face against him.\\nl.ofC.", "height": "3452", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "gildedbrickcomed00holc_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "12 A GILDED BRICK\\nKiTTiE. {sarcastically) Luckily he is spared that pain.\\nMrs. WiSHiNGTON. But then he s not half so bad as\\nsome others I know. There s that Lord Fitznoodle, as he\\ncalls himself, although people say he is no lord at all, but\\njust a common horse jockey\\nKiTTiE. That s no disgrace among the British nobility,\\nI believe.\\nMrs. Wishington. Then there s Count de Bogus. He\\nmay be a Count, for all I know Counts are dreadfully com-\\nmon in Italy but, do you know, there used to be a hand-\\norgan grinder in the city who looked just like him, and if\\nit wasn t the Count himself, I believe it was his brother.\\nKiTTiE. {hotly) Oh, Mrs. Wishington, you make me\\ntired\\nMrs. Wishington {still smili?ig) Don t say tired, my\\ndear, that s such a common word say weary.\\nKiTTiE. Well, weary then, awfully weary\\nMrs. Wishington. That s just what my Willie says\\nwhen I lecture him. But then you know it is a mother s\\nduty, and I feel just like a mother to you. I ve often wished\\nI had a daughter, and if Willie ever wants a wife, I know\\nwhom I should choose. Willie admires you, too, very\\nmuch.\\nKiTTiE. {coldly) Highly flattered, I m sure\\nMrs. Wishington. And he s such a dear good boy,\\nWillie is\u00e2\u0080\u0094 so domestic in his tastes. Ah, he ll make some\\ngirl a good husband, that I know, for I ve trained him my-\\nself and never let him go anywhere without me. Oh, here\\nhe comes now\\n{Enter Willie Wishington, a vacuous dude, slightly tipsy\\nand confused)\\nWillie. Do you want me, mamma\\nMrs. Wishington. Yes, dearie, come right in. Miss\\nBisque and I have just been talking about you now don t\\nblush {to Kittie) Willie is so modest, but that s a rare\\nvirtue in men nowadays.\\nWillie, {stammering) How de do. Miss Bisque\\nKittie. {calmly) Very well, I thank you, Mr. Wish-\\nington.\\nMrs. Wishington. Here, Willie, take my seat beside\\nMiss Bisque. I know you have something to say to her\\n{7iudging him vigorously). I ll leave you to yourselves {de-\\npai^ts with expressive pantomime to Willie). Now be good\\nchildren\\n{Exit Mrs. Wishington, c, triumphantly)", "height": "3467", "width": "2128", "jp2-path": "gildedbrickcomed00holc_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "A GILDED BRICK I3\\n(Willie edges nervously toivard settee, where Kittie sits\\nwith her back turned partly toward him)\\nWillie, (aside) Mamma told me to pop the question to\\nher to-night, so I went down and popped a cork or two for\\npractice, te-he {Giggles tipsily) Mamma wrote out what\\nI was to say to her, but, by Jove, I cawn t remember a word\\nof it! That ginger ale must have gone to my head. I ve\\ngot it here, though. {Shows paper in crown of his crush\\nhat) So here goes {Braces up unsteadily to Kittie.) My\\ndear Miss Bisque\\nKittie. {faci?ig about sharply) Well\\nWillie, {startled aiid confused) I have long telled to\\nwish you I mean I have long wished to tell you {forgets\\nlines)\\nKittie. Well, now s a good time.\\nWillie, {looking in hat) I have longed wished to tell\\nyou of my ardent admiration for yourself and your {for-\\ngets again)\\nKittie. {suggestively) Money?\\nWillie. Beg pawdon nothing about money, I assure\\nyou. {Looks i7i hat.) Yourself and your transcendent\\nbeauty transcendent beauty\\nKittie. Transcendent beauty is good go on.\\nWillie, {reading) I need not tell you that the Wishing-\\ntons are a proud race, dating their ancestry back to-er-er\\n{stuck)\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nKittie. The ark, perhaps. I believe Noah had speci-\\nmens of all living creatures on board.\\nWillie, {studying his hat) I cawn t make it out, don t\\nyou know. Mamma wrote it out for me, and there s some-\\nthing about being proud to link our name with yours,\\nand kneel, yes, kneel, by jove {Kneels awkwardly\\nin the centre of room)\\nKittie. Why, what is thi-s all about, Mr. Wishington\\n{Stares at him)\\nWillie, {badly embarrassed) I really don t know, don t\\nye know only mamma wished me to wish you that is, to\\ntell you that she wished you that I wished you to become\\nMrs. Wishington {Exhausted)\\nKittie. Oh, is that all Why, I thought you were giv-\\ning me a lecture on genealogy, with illustrations in panto-\\nmime. Then I am to consider this a proposal\\nWillie, {meekly) Yes, ma am, if you please.\\nKittie. Well, I can t give you an answer now; you\\nmust take your chances with the rest.", "height": "3452", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "gildedbrickcomed00holc_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "14 A GILDED BRICK\\nWillie. Beg pawdon, with the rest\\nKiTTiE. Certainly you are not the first nor only candi-\\ndate for my hand and fortune.\\nWillie, {still more meekly) May I get up\\nKiTTiE. Yes, do. You look awfully awkward there on\\nyour knees, and it s about time the others were coming.\\nWillie. Don t I get any show, then\\nKiTTiE. Certainly you shall have an equal chance with\\nthe others but I m going to put you all to the test. Ah,\\nhere they come now\\n(Jack appem^s r., Lord Fitznoodle c, and the Count l.\\nAll see Willie and each other, a?id hesitate to enter?)\\nKiTTiE. Come in, gentlemen, all of you I m waiting for\\nyou.\\nCount de Bogus. Excuse me, Mees Bisque, but I didt ink\\nzat you vould be by your lonesome at dees hour\\nKiTTiE. Oh, that s all right. Count come right in. I m\\nready for you.\\nLord Fitznoodle. Beg pawdon, but I thought I was the\\nonly starter in this heat, don t ye know\\nKiTTiE. Oh, no there are several hot favorites, and Mr.\\nWishington here has just entered at long odds. {Turfiing\\nto Jack.) Don t go, Mr. Dothunter, I m expecting, you,\\ntoo.\\nJack, {muttering) Some other time.\\nKiTTiE. {decisively) No now is the accepted time, or\\nrejected, as you like.\\n{All enter slowly and stand about nervously. Dick and\\nMarie appear at door, l.)\\nMarie. May we come in\\nKittie. Certainly come in. This little affair concerns\\nyou as much as myself or any of these gentlemen.\\n(Dick and Marie enter suitors stand about silent and em-\\nbarrassed as Kittie commences to speak Mrs. Wishing-\\nton a7id Van Devere appear at centre door a?id sta?td lis\\ntenifig, Van Devere behind.\\nKittie. {steadily) Gentlemen, 3^ou have each done me the\\nhonor to offer your hand and name in exchange for my re-\\nputed fortune, for, in spite of your flattery, you cannot con-\\nvince me that hearts- enter into this transaction at all. It is\\npurely a business matter on both sides my money buys\\nyour title or social position isn t it so {Mild expressions", "height": "3452", "width": "2061", "jp2-path": "gildedbrickcomed00holc_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "A GILDED BRICK I5\\nof depyecatio7i and dissent all aroimd) Oh, yes it is. And\\nso, before accepting any one of these proposals, I have\\ncalled you all here to make a public explanation. I don t\\nwant to have you charge me afterward with obtaining a\\nhusband under false pretenses, so I tell you now that my\\nface is my fortune. I have no other. {Mild sensation all\\naround^\\nJack, {aside) She s bluffing. I looked her up in Brad-\\nstreet s.\\nLord Fitznoodle. Beg pawdon, but aren t you the\\nBisque filly, backed by a cool million\\nKiTTiE. No there stands the real Miss Bisque. {Poi?iti?ig\\nto Marie.)\\nCount de Bogus {excitedly) Ah, but why dis deception\\nDid you not announce yourself as ze real Miss Bisque and\\nshe your companion\\nKiTTiE. No, sir. We simply exchanged our last names\\nby mutual consent, and allowed you to believe what you\\nliked. You thought me a gold brick, but it is merely gild-\\ning. Isn t that true, Marie\\n(Marie nods assent, at which Mrs. Wishington, who has\\nbeen an interested listeiier at back, shrieks, a?id pretends\\nto faitit 171 Van Devere s arms. Great confusion all\\nrush toward her.\\nWillie. Oh oh mamma has fainted Somebody get\\nsomething, quick\\nJack. I ll go.\\n{Exit hurriedly, r.)\\nCount de Bogus. No, let me.\\n{Exit L.)\\nLord Fitznoodle. All off together.\\n{Exit c.)\\n{At the denouement Dick and Marie stop behind palms for\\nmutual explanations, leaving Kittie alo)ie in the centre.)\\nMrs. Wishington. {reviving) Oh, where am I Where s\\nWillie {She braces up and glares at Kittie.) Oh, the shame-\\nless hussy To think that she might have entrapped my\\npoor Willie\\n{Exit centre, dragging Willie by the arm)", "height": "3452", "width": "2061", "jp2-path": "gildedbrickcomed00holc_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "1 6 A GILDED BRICK\\n{Crushed and almost crying, Kittie stands alone in the ceti\\ntre. Van Devere comes slowly down to her she hears\\nhim a?id turns quickly.)\\nKittie. {sharply) Well, what are you doing here Why\\ndon t you run off with the rest of them\\nVan. {slowly) Because I want to ask you to become my\\nwife.\\nKittie. {surprised) But I m not even a gilded brick\\nnow the gilding s all rubbed off. The last almost sadly.)\\nVan. You re a genuine brick, which is better, and I want\\nyou for my own fireside. {Comes closer, but Kittie draws\\nback)\\nKittie. {saucily) Indeed Maybe you want to make a\\ncloser study of me I m told I interest you mildly. {Mimics\\nhim.)\\nVan. {aside) The deuce She must have heard me.\\nKittie. {in the same baritering to?ie) Or possibly you\\nwould like a new specimen for your own private menagerie.\\nVan. {earnestly) Oh, Kittie, don t make a fool of me, as\\nyou did of the others. Tell me plainly, do you love me\\nyes or no\\n(Marie appears from behind the pahns, where she has been\\nwith Dick.)\\nMarie. Yes she has confessed it to me.\\nVan. My darling! {Catches Kittie in his arms and\\nkisses her)\\nDick. Ditto here. {Hugs Marie.)\\ncurtain", "height": "3452", "width": "2061", "jp2-path": "gildedbrickcomed00holc_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "Practical Elocution\\nBy J, W. Shoemaker, A. M.\\n300 pages\\nCloth, Leather Back, $1.2$\\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\\n____ absolutely free from the entangling^\\ntechnicalities that are so frequently found in books\\nthis class.\\nConversation, which is the basis of all true klocutioii,\\nis regarded as embracing all the germs of speech and\\naction. 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