The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1903-08-20
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Mrs. Edith Hornung CA highlystrung
woman)
Mrs. Medar "a sympathetic friend. also
tuned a little above concert)
Scene-A housekeeping fiat uptown.
Time-Nearly nine a m.
A FEW HARMONICS.
The Average Man (buttoning up
his overcoat Dwell, dear, I must be
of. It's the first of the month, you
know, and there is lots to do at the
Office.
The Highly-Strung Woman (tender-
1y)-Poor old Jackets. Has to work
like a slave all day SO his little wife
can wear the latest things in fou-
Iards.
The A. M.-Oh, by the way, have
comps. for the Hollis tonight. Would
you like to go?
The H. S. W.-Would like to go!
Why, you dear boy, should say I
would. That's where Held is playir G
and I've just been dying to see if
those fifteen hundred dollar dresses
of hers are real or not.
The A. M.--Don't plan too much on
It, for I may not get the tickets.
There's an awful rush for seats and
the specs" have bought up almost
everything. If do get them I'll be
home early and we'll go over to the
Somerset to dinner. ((He kisses her
and starts for the elevator. She fol-
lows him.
The H. S. W.-How perfectly love-
ly! But Jackets, dear, who's going
to give you the comps? You haven't
any friends on the stage, have you?
The A. M.-Oh, I've lots of friends
you've never heard about. Good-by,
dear. Gle enters the elevator and dis
appears. The Highly-Strung. Woman
sits down and begins wondering if
Jack means what he said, and if he
really has lot of friends ON the
stage.) ys. a.
THE DISCORD.
Late afternoon. The Highly-Strung
Woman in the sitting room of the
uptown fat reading the latest novel.
The Average Man enters.
Mrs. H.-Back so soon, dear, and
ats hardly five o'clock. Oh, did you
get the tickets?
MIR. H.-Yes, there they are. (Hands
her q small theatrical envelope.)
Mrs. H. (tearing open envelope and
examining stubs)-What luck! We're
4 way down in d. Now I'll find out if
they are $500 dresses or not. You'll
Aaye to promise me, Jack, not to
make goo-goo eyes at any of the
chorus girls, for We'll be almost in
The bald-headed row.
Mr.. H.-You seem to forget that
I'm out of college now, and that
have become a sedate old married
man of twenty-nine. Whew! but I'm
tired. Throws himself down on the
couch; she picks up the pass which
accompanies the stubs.)
Mrs. H. (reading aloud)-On ac-
count of Kit. Who on earth is this
Kitty, Jack?
Mr.. H. (foolishly trying to joke
with highlystrung woman)-Why,
that's one of the forty-thousand-d dol
lar chorus girls. 1 used to know her
before l met you-and reformed.
Mrs. H. (excitedly)-You don't
mean it, Jack, do you? You don't
know any of those horrid creatures
Tell me you were just trying to
plague me.
Mr.. H. (soothingly)-Of course ]
was only joking. Don't get SO ex.
cited, my dear. You fly up like a
skyrocket. I never knew any chorus
girls.
Mrs. H.-You did too Mrs. Medlar
told me so the other day, and she
knew you before you ever heard OF
me. She says you used to be a regu.
lar rounder, Jack.
Mr.. II. (energetically)-Darn Mrs
Medlar and her continued meddling
II any woman was ever well named
its she.
Mrs. H.-Now don't get profane
Jack. There's no need of losing your
temper about it. I'm beginning to
believe you do know some girl in the
troup, and that's where you got
those complimentaries.
Mn H. Gmpatiently)-I told You
was only fooling. Besides, chorus
girls don't have tickets to give away
They never give anything away. But
believe whatever that gossiping ole
men tells you. I don't know that il
makes much difference.
Mrs. H. (on the verge of tears)-
why. Jack, how can you say such
horrid things to me. Of course i,
makes all the difference in the world
You know if 1 really did believe il
Ia go beck to mother tomorrow.
Mr.. H. thoroughly exasperated)-
Well, that would be pleasanter fol
me than having mother in law come
here.
CIhe Highly-Strung Woman begins
70 weep. At the same time the mai6
uSherS in Mrs Mod1ar who hoe r,1r