The Birmingham age-herald., 1914-02-01

to have some sleep. tGoes over to big
bed. reaches across Ward and belabors
Weatherly, trying to wake him.)
Ward (still half asleep)-Helpl Helpl
Landlord Landlordl Murderers
Weatherly On his sleep)-Lay on.
McDuff!
Lane-Captain Eagan. you know your
duty,
Ward fully awake)-Ryan, what's
wrong with yout You scared me half
TO death, l thought somebody was try
ing to murder us,
Ryall (mad as a wet hen)-1m tired
of this bally rot! Why don't you fell
lows shut up and go to sleep?
Neutrality-suspicious.. Kelley. I told you
once (Ryall again begins TO rain
blows.)
Ward-Let him alone. Scudder! You
can't wake him up; let's hear what he
says! Ryall sulkily returns to bed
murmuring something not exactly the
Lords prayer)
Weatherly tstill talking in his sleep)
No, sir, l will not vote for your street
railway franchise. Mr.. Kelley. l don't
propose to have any more Birmingham
franchises hawked about the streets of
New York. I'm pretty sure Judge Lane
FEELS the same way as | do. | know
EXum wants to give you the franchise.
But he always did hate the B. r.. l.. &
p. company, and that's why he wants
to give you this franchise grant now.
He's merely trying to hit lick at Ford.
BUT Exum can't do anything by himself
and Judge Lane and l are both against
you, SO you might as well give it up.
Qlnter Frank Gafford. street commits
sioner.)
Gafford Gn dream costume Did you
call me, Mr.. Weather1y?
Weatherly-Yes. Frank I want to
| Loo
ley leaves. weeping)
Frank, here's little check as token
of my regard for you. Take your fam
fiy to Europe for the summer and it
don't matter when YOU get back. We've
got all the streets and sewers and al
leys and sidewalks fixed up now and
| there's nothing for you to do here any
more. Good-by. Frank. Have a good
time!
What's that, Ryan? Somebody wants
me to join a lodge All right, send him
in, Ryall; how many lodges have l
Joined today? Seventeen? Well, this
makes IS. tTo the lodge Officially Good
day sir Yes sir; I'll be up for the
initiation tonight. tAside) Oh, politics,
Oh, politics Death, where is thy sting
Center bell hop in dream costume)
| Bell hop-A letter for you, sir.
Weatherly reading letter)-Ahl a
letter from Connie Austin. He says he
is to be POSTMASTER at Mr.. Wards din
ner to the gamblers and blind tiger
Keepers Saturday night and that he
wants me to deliver my famous Bode-
llcr funeral Grafton in answre to the
tcast: Heres to those We fire." I'll do
1t; 1 knew that speech would make me
famous! Drowses moment quietly.
then begins talking again.)
Ryall, come herei Ryall. I say, come
here. Ryall. fire the smoke inspector
and burn the market ordinancel And,
Ryalll Come back here, Offer a reward
of $100 a head for persons who have
property assessments they want reduced
I'm tired of sitting around here with
nothing to do, (Wakes up.)
Weatherly tsurprised)-Why, it's
morning.
Ward-Yes. it's morning
Lane-Let's get up.
Ryall (already dressed)-Yes, let 8
get out of here. / want to go to some
place where / can sleep. "Opens the
bedroom door and reveals the innk eeper,
T. II. e. Public. kneeling there with his
ear to the bottom crack of the door.
Innkeeper gets up and hurries away)
Ward, Weatherly and Lane leach
speaking aside to himself)-It's mighty
funny that that fellow was kneeling
there. I'll bet he was lsteningl (An
crawl out of bed and begin dressing.)
(Curtain)