The Leavenworth echo. [volume] (Leavenworth, Wash.) 1904-current, 1914-11-27
BOWSer Is
Dramatic
He Is Also a Trifle Literary.
BY M. QUAD.
Copyright, 1914. by the Mcclure
Newspaper Syndicate.

ing, look out!
When he has a fatherly look on his
face beware!
When he isn't looking around on the
floor for a stray pin to pick up and lee
ture Mrs. Bowser about, hold hard!
He was balmy as he assembled the
steps the other evening.
He was complacent through the din
ner.
He had a smile of triumph as he
lighted his cigar, and at the same time
took dozen pages of typewriter mat
ter from his pocket and began to look
them over. 1t was two or three min
utes before Mrs. Bowsers womanly
curiosity forced her to ask:
as that an article you have written
for the newspaper"
mot exactly" he replied as his smile
deepened.
perhaps it's a poem."
Hardly"
rs it a contract?"
envy dear woman" said Mr.. Bowser
in his most fatherly way as he turned
to her, "I've got little surprise for
you. l wasn't going to spring 1t for
several days yet, but as your curiosity
has been aroused and as l may need
your assistance I'll give the thing away
now. You know, of course, that be-
long to the Booth Dramatic and Lit
erary club
Yes
well, we are to put on play in
about two weeks, and the proceeds are
to go to the orphans"
"You don't say So"
"Why don't l say SOP" he demanded
as the smile chased itself around to the
back of his neck all of a sudden. us
there anything strange in the Booth
Dramatic and Literary club giving
play by amateurs?"
But none Of you are dramatic or
literary" she protested. you simply
play billiards and poker and drink
cocktais!'
Mr.. Bowser rose up and looked down
upon her with look meant to squeeze
the life out of her body under pres
sure of 400 pounds to the square inch.
He fully intended to annihilate her
then and there, but he suddenly re-
membered that he wanted her assist
ance, and so he contented himself with
saying:
perhaps you are not to blame for
your ignorance, but please don't be
malicious. We are to put on play.
The title is, why Mr.. Dobbins Didn't
Get Married 1t may please you or
displease you to know that have been
cast for the part of Dobbins"
SIS it really SOP queried Mrs. Bow
ser, with puzzled look on her face.
at is really so. Here is my part. l
just got it this afternoon. | also have
the part Of the Widow Wrinkle, and l
want you to read 1t and give me the
cues. We shall have a rehearsal in
four or five days. / haven't the slight
est egotism about me, as you well
know. but l am ready to declare that
l expect to make a great hit as Dob
bins. have been told over and over
again that l should have chosen the
stage for profession"
"But you never said anything to me
about it,
mo? Well, several things have hap
pened which l never said anything to
you about. and this is one of them.
Will you read the part of the widow"
'Why. Mr.. Bowserw she exclaimed,
after glancing over his part. How
can you ever play this character Of
Dobbins? Dobbins is down as a little
sawed off man weighing about ninety
pounds. That is to offset the widow,
who is a large woman and weighs
about 300"
But I'm going to make up for the
part. amt I?' he queried, with a note
of alarm in his voice.
"Can you saw your legs off to play
this part? And. you see, Mr. Dobbins
makes his entrance through a dumb
waiter Just imagine you trying to
squeeze yourself into a dumbwaiter!
And after he makes his entrance the
widow picks him up and handles him
on her knee. You'd look nice being
dandled!'
Mr.. Bowser grew as white as a
bieached SnOWurl1t ana tnefe was
CLINT of pounded glass In his eyes, but
he held ON to himself and simply said:
go on, woman-go onr'
"Well, in the first act the widow de-
mands that you sing a song. She
stands you up on a table, and you
sing. Mr.. Bowser, even if you could
turn yourself into a bandylegged little
man, what about the singing? The
house would either be convulsed with
laughter or rise up and lombard you
off the stagew
~ understand. Anything elseW
Let me see. In the second act you
are brought onto the stage in band
box. You might possibly get one foot
into a bandbox, but what about the
rest of your body? The widow dis
covers you, and you are put into era
die and rocked to sleep to the tune OF
'Mary's Little Lamb i want to be
there. want to see you IN the era
dler'
Have you finished with your In
sults?" hoarsely inquired Mr. Bowser
as every individual hair above his ears
otood an and