The Cooperstown courier. (Cooperstown, Griggs Co., N.D.) 1902-1913, 1903-07-23
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Mr.. Jack Hornung Gust an average man.S
Mrs.. Aediar "a sympathetic friend. also
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9cene-A non-housekeeping nat uptown.
Ttme-Nearly nine a m.
A FEW HARNfONICS.. si
The Average Man (buttoning up
his !overcoat) Well, dear, / must be
on. It's the first Of the month, you
know, and there 10 lotss TO do ut the
office.
The Highly Strung Woman GENDER
ly(-Poor old Jackets. Has to work
like slave all day SO his little wife
can wear the latest things in fou-
laTds. .s'
The A. Oh, by the way, have
comps. for the Hollis tonight. Would
you like to go?
The 81. s. W.-Would / like to COL
Why, you dear boy, should say =
would; That's where Held is playing
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
1T, for may not get the tickets.
There's an awful rush for seats and
the specs" have bought up almost
everything. If i 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 III. 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 a lot Of friends on the
stage.)
THE DIsCoRD.
Late afternoon. The Highly Strung
Woman in the sitting, room Of the
uptown fiat reading the latest novel.
The Average Man enters! sg
VI Mrs. II. Back SO soon, dear, and
its hardly five o'clock. oh, did you
get theN tickets? b y
.85s Mr.. H.-Yes, there they are. Glands
her a small theatrical envelope. ),@
Mrs. u. Clearing. open envelope and
examining stubs) What luck! We're
way down in d. Now I'll find out i'll
they are 81, 500 dresses or not. You'll
have 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. u K
Mr.. H.You seem to forget that
I'm out Of college now, and that I
have become q sedate old married
,sman of twenty-nine. Whew! but I'm
{ ! tired. (Throws himself down On the
couch; she picks. up the pass which
accompanies the stubs.)
I. Mrs. H.. (reading aloud On e+acs
sycount of Kit. who 3; On earth ii this
Kitty, Jack?
Mr.. ii. (foolishly trying to joke
with a highly-strung woman why,
that's one Of the, forty thousand-dol-
) lar chorus girls. used to know her
i before I met you-and reformed.
Mrs: 81. (excitedly) You don't
mean it, Jack, do you? You don't
) know any of those horrid creatures?
1 Tell me you were just trying to
plague me.
! Mr. H. (soothingly) OF course I
was only joking. Don't get so ex-
cited, my dear. You fly up like a
eskyrocket. I never knew any chorus
girls. 8s ,s, s3.
!, 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 regu-
lar rounder, Jack.
Mr.. II. (energetically) Darn Mrs.
Medlar and her continued meddling.
It any woman was ever well named
its she. q.
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 complimentaFies. L, Il
Mr.. Il. (impatiently)-I told you I
! was only fooling. Besides. chorus
girls don't have tickets todgive away.
They never give anything samay.. But
+ believe whatever that gossiping old
i hen tells you. don't know that it
] makes much difference d,
Mrs. 81. ION the verge Of tears)-
Why. Jack, how can you say such
I horrid things tome, sQf course it
!. makes all the difference in the world.
!. You know il I really did believe it
1 I'd go back to mother tomorrow.
Mr.. a. Thoroughly exasperated)-
i Well, that would be. tpleasanter Tor
me than having mother in law come
/ here. I'll Il
4 CHE Highly-strung Woman begins
, to weep. At the same time the maid
:,lshers in Mrs. Medlar, whoghas run
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