Plays of the 19th and 20th Centuries Volume 27

Plays of the 19th and 20th Centuries Volume 27

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1884 edition. Excerpt: ... you mean--madam, I'll--(jumps up). Mrs. W. (Forces him back): No, you won't. (Picks up box of cigars.) Fairley, I'm going to make you happy in spite of yourself. Mr. W. (Looks nervously at box in her hand.) Mrs. W. (Opens cover): Just look at those, Wouldn't they make you happy? Mr. W.: What are they? A new breakfast biscuit? Mrs. W.: Biscuits? No! Those are cigars. Of what use would your smoking-jacket be if you didn't have something to smoke? Mr. W. (Picks up one from box--holds it up for examination): By Jove, you're right! What a splendid match for the jacket! Tell me, were these made from the same material as the jacket? Mrs. W. (Indignantly): Why, of course not! (Points to label on box cover.) Read that! Mr. W. (Reads): "Henry W. Kidds--Hand Made." Hand made? I knew it. Mrs. W.: Knew what? Mr. W.: That zvrappcr was made by a tailor. Mrs. W.: I'll never buy you another thing as long as you live! Mr. W. (Aside): Thank goodness! Mrs. W. (Picks up match and ignites): Now, smoke that! Mr. W. (Bites off end--she holds light--he takes three or four puffs, then stops, looks all around, sniffs loudly): Say, where did you throw that match? Mrs. W.: Why, here it is. (Shozvs him burnt match in her hand.) Mr. W.: Well, there's something burning, and it smells like a piece of carpet. (Looks about on floor.) Mrs. W.: Why, there's nothing burning but your cigar. Mr. W. (Looks at it, then smells it.): That's it! Whew! (Throws it off stage.) Mrs. W. (Angrily): I won't stand any more of your nonsense! Those cigars are as good as any you ever had, and you shall smoke one. (Picks loaded cigar from box and hands it to him.) Mr. W. (Takes it--groans): What! Another? Mrs. W.: Don't take on so, dear--it might have been worse. Mr. W.: Impossible! more

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  • Paperback | 162 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 9mm | 299g
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236851153
  • 9781236851154