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Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1915-03-20
MIR. AND MRS. A. w. SWENGEL
RETURN FROM FLORIDA

Mr.. and Mrs. A. w. Swengel, of 219
South Thirteenth street, have Just re e
turned from Florida where they spent
two weeks at Lelone, Daytona, Winter
Haven, Lakeland, Tampa, st. Peters,
burg, Clearwater and other points of
interest Returning they stopped at
Jackson and Washington, D. G. This
was Mr.. Swengers second trip to Flor
ida this winter and he is greatly in
terested in the great States citrus
fruits and vegetables
Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1915-03-20
GALL IN BONDs

Holders of all outstanding bonds on
the Lngiestown and Blue Mountain
Street Railways Company, secured by
a mortgage dated April + 1915, have
been notified to present them for pay
ment at par, with per cent. interest
on or before April /. Bonds must be
presented at the Harrisburg Trust
Company offices.
Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1915-03-20
BURTNER-z -zEIGLER WEDDING

Miss Minnie Nj. Zeigler, of Carlisle
Springs, and Milton ID. Burtner. OF
Enola, were married Thursday even
ing, March IS, at Palmyra. The Rev.
+. o. BURNER. brother of the groom
and pastor of the First United Breth-
rem Church, officiated.
Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1915-03-20
MORROW To ANSWER
FOR DEATH OF CHILD
Charged With Involuntary Man
slaughter Growing Out of
Fatal Auto Crash

Samuel c. Nor
row, painter, 1851
Il ri e e s S tr e e t ,
charged with invol-
untary manslaugh-
ter, was called for
trial this morning
before Judge S. j.
M. McCarrell in
courtroom No. 2.
Morrow was driv-
ing an autOO1 Ohila
Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1915-03-20
Services Are Held
For John S. Weaver

Funeral services for John S. Weaver,
l-known confectioner. who died at
MS home 205 Pine street, Wednesday
morning We're held this afternoon at
1880 O'clock, from Zion Lutheran
Church, the Rev, s, w, Herman officiat-
ing,
burial YVES made in Harrisburg
Cemetery Hundreds of friends of Mr..
Weaver attended the funeral
Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1915-03-20
FUNERAL OF MRS. LESCURE
Will BE HELD MONDAY

Funeral services for Mrs. Alice Mot
ter Lescure, who died yesterday morn
ing at her home. 500 North Second
will be held Monday afternoon, at .
o'clock. the Rev. s. w. Herman, pastor
of Zion Lutheran Church, officiating,
assisted by the Rev. Ellis n. Kremer
pastor of the Salem Reformed Church.
Burial will be in Harrisburg Cemetery.
Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1915-03-20

which collided with that of Edward e.
Miller at Seventeenth and North streets
on the night of November c. Ralph
Wilmer, aged Q, one of the ccc..-.-..-s $
of the Miller car. was inJureu. ne
Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1915-03-20
LUCKEY VOLUNTEERS

William S. Luckey, the aviator. who
made flights in Harrisburg. is said to
have offered his services to the allies.
Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1915-03-20
DIES FROM PNEUMoNT.

Mrs Mary Green, coIored 104 North
Seventh street, died at the Harrishur
Hospital, last evening, after a short
illness of pneumonia.
Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1915-03-20

If court business next week is not
too neavy. District Attorney Stroup
will take up complaints on bad roads.
Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1915-03-20
SUICIDES WIDOW
is LEFT DESTITUTE
LContinued from First Page.l

we first married" softly cried Mrs.
Keys as she told her story.
Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1915-03-20
WARNS VIOLATORS OF
STATE PACKAGE LAWS

CONTINUED from First Page.l
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1915-02-28

oratve and unappreciated flower, the dandelion,
with such persistence and energy that the Seho-
field and Williams lawns looked curiously bag
gard for the rest of that summer.
The fit passed: business languished; became ex-
tinct The dogdays had set in.
One August afternoon was so hot that even
bovs sought indoor shade In the dmness OF the
vacant carriage house Of the stable lounged Mas
ters Penrod Schoield, Samuel Williams, Maurice
Levy. George Bassett and Herman. They sat
still and talked. II is hot day, in rare truth
when boys devote themselves principally to con-
versation. and this day was that hot.
Their elders should beware such days. Peril
hovers near when the ferceness Of weather forces
inaction and boys in groups are quiet The more
closely volcanoes, Western rivers, nitrogiycerine
and boys are pent the deadlier is their action al
the point of outbreak Thus, parents and guard
ians should look for outrsges Of the most singu-
lar violence and of the most peculiar nature our
ing the combining weather of February and Au-
gust.
The thing which befell upon this broling after-
noon began 10 brew and stew peacefully enough
All was innocence and languor; no one could
have foretold the eruption.
They were upon their great theme: "When
get 10 be a mani" Being human, though boys
they considered their present estate too COM
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1915-02-28

monplace to be dwelt upon. So, when the old
men gather, they say, "When | was boyl" II
really is the land Of nowadays that We never dis
cover.
when I'm man." said Sam Williams, I'm
gon to hire a couple of colored walters TO
swing me in a hammock and keep pourin' ice
water on all day out o. those waterin' cans
they sprinkle flowers from. I'll hire you for one
Of em, Herman"
mo; you amt goin' to-" said Herman promptly.
"You ain no fowuh. But new min nat, anyway.
Aim nobody goin' hiah whens I'm man.
Coin be my own boss. I'm GO be railroad
mani"
"You mean like a superintendent, or sumpthing
like that, ana sell tickets?" asked Penrod
"Supin-nev' min nat! Sell ticket? No, sub!
Co be potuh. Ny uncle potuh right now.
Solid COLE buttons-oh, OH"
Generals get lot more buttons than porters,''
said Penrod. "Generals"--
"Po'tuhs make the bes' livin'," Herman inter
rupted. my uncle spen' mo- money n any white
man mis- town"
well / rather be general" said Penrod, "or
a Senator, or sumpthing like that"
Senators live in Washington Maurice Levy
contributed the information. IL been there
washington amt so much; Niagara Falls is
hunderd times as good as Washington. SOS
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1915-02-28

Tlantic City. | was there, too. | been every
where there is. p
"Well, anyway" said Sam Williams, raising MS
voice in order to obtain the floor, anyway, I'm
goin' TO lay in a hammock all day, and have ice
water sprnkled on top o. me, and I'm goin' to lay
there all night, too. and the next day. I'm goin'
to lay there a couple O. years, maybe"
81 bet you DON'T" exclaimed Maurice. "Whatd
you do in winter"
What"
what you goin' to do when it's winter, out in
a hammock with water sprinkled on top o you all
day? / bet you
.Td stay right there" Sam declared, with strong
conviction, blinking he looked on hrough the
omen doors at the dazzling lawns and trees, trem-
bling in the heat "They couldn't sprinkle 500
much for me-"
"It'd make icicles all over you, and
81 wish il would" said Sam. I'D eat em up
"And it'd snow on you
"Yayl I'd swaller il as fast as it'd come down.
I wish I had a barrel o. snow right now. / wish
this whole barn was full of it. wish they wasn't
ANYTHING in the whole world except just good ole
snow"
Penrod and Herman rose and went out to the
hvdrant. where they drank long and ardently.
Sam was still talking about snow when they re-
turned.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1915-02-28
'ENROD'S PASTORAL TESTIFY BOOTH TARKINGTO

"No, | wouldn't just roll in it. I'd stick it all
round inside my cloes and fll my hat. No, I'd
freeze a big pile of it all hard and I'd roll her
out fiat and then I'd carry her down to some ole
tailor's and have him make me suit out Of her,
and"-
Cant you keep still about your ole snow" de-
manded Penrod petulsntly. Makes me so thirsty
/ cant keep still, and I've drunk much now
bet bust. That ole hydrant waters mighty near
hot, anyway"
"I'm going to have big store when grow up"
volunteered Maurice.
Candy store ?" asked Penrod
"No, sir! I'll have candy in it, but not to eat,
so much. It's gon' TO be a department store:
ladies' clothes, gentlemens clothes, neckties,
china goods, leather goods nice lines in woollings
and lace goods
"Yay! | wouldn't give a fve-for-a-cent marble
for your whole store" said Sam. Would you,
Penrod?"
"Not for ten of EN-; not for million Of EN-!
I'm goin' to have
watt" clsmored Maurice. YOU'D be foolish,
because they'd be toy department in my store
where they'd be hundred marbles So, how much
would you think your fve-for-a-cent marble counts
for? And when I'm keepin' my store I'm goin' to
get married"
"Ysh!" shrieked Sam derisively. Married!
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1915-02-28

Listen!" Penrod and Herman Joined u ths howl
Of contempt
"Certumly I'll get married." asserted Maurice,
stoutly. an get married to Marjorie Jones' She
likes me awful good, and I'm her beau"
"What makes you think SOL" inquired Penrod,
cryptic voice.
Because she's my beau, too" came the prompt
answer. "Tm her beau because she's my beau;
I guess that's plenty reason. I'll get married to
her as soon as get my store running nice"
Penrod looked upon him darkly, but, Cor the
moment, held his peace.
Married" jeered Sam Williams. "Msrris
Marjorie Jones! You're the only boy ever b,
say he was going to get married. wouldn't
married for-why, wouldn't for-for"--
Unable to think OF any inducement the mere
mention Of which would net be ridieulously ineom-
mensurate, he proceeded II wouldn't do III What
you want to get married for! What do married
people do, except just come home tired, and
worry around and kind OF scold! You better not
do it, M'rice; you'll be mighty sorry"
Everybody gets married." stated Maurice, hold
ing his ground. "They gotta"
"Irl bet dontl" Sam returned hotly "Thsy
better catch me before they tell me have to.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1915-02-28

" ERHAPs middle-aged people might discern
Natures real intentions in the matter OF
pain IL they would examine boys pun
ishments and sorrows, for he prolongs neither
beyond their actual duration. With boy trou-
bic must be Of Homeric dimensions to last over
night To him every next day is really new
day. Thus Penrod woke next morning with
neither the unspare rod nor Mr.. Kinosling IN his
mind Tar itself, so far as his consideration o.
II went might have been an undiscovered SUD
stance. His mood was cheerful and mereantile'
some process having worked mysteriously WITH
in him during the night, to the result that ms
first waking thought was Of profits connected
with the sale Of old iron or perhaps ragmSn
had passed the house just before he woke
By 10 o'clock he had formed a partnership with
the indeed amiable Sam, and the firm OF Schoheid
Williams plunged hesdlong into commerce
Heavy dealings in rags. paper, old ir'n and lead
gave the firm balance Of % cents on the even
ing Of the third day; but a venture in glassware
foliowng proved Disappointing on account OF inc
Sskspieism Of all the druggists in that part OF
IOWA, even after seven laborious hours had been
sPsnten cleansing a wheelbarrow load OF OH
medfeit bottles with hydrant water and ashes
Hkswts the partners were dishesrtened by Their
failure % dispose Of crop Of green's al
Though hey had uprOotsd specimens OF that dec
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1915-02-28
PLAYERS IN THE YALE "ELIzABETHAN CLUB" PRODUCTION

speare to the mat. . At this point,
Queen Elizabeth enters.)
QUEEN ELIZABETH-Come, come! What have
we here?
Two gentlemen of England playing games'
BACoN-May't please your majesty, we are but
fighting.
QUEEN ELIZABETH-so much the worse-no
Engshman should fight
It's such vulgar thing-so very vaudeville.
BACoN-Your majesty, God hnows I'd cause
enough
To fight This sultan here asserted that
Twas I who wrote those low-brow melodramas,
Like Hamlet and Othello aud Macbeth,
At which the vulgar crowd is won to clap
It's goveess hands and whistle
QUEEN ELIzABETH-Ah, see
The old dispute again.
BACoN-Now, gracious Queen,
PRAY settle, once for all, this argument.
Announce twas Shakespeare, and not me, who
wrote
Those vile, corrupted things.
QUEEN ELIZABETH am not fit
To Judge on meodramas. Since my death
I've spoken now and then with Sheridan
And nv friend Goldsmith-though that counts
for nought,
Because have not seen modern drama
About the strife of sex.
BACON-And you woman!
did not think that such creature lived!
QUEEN ELIZABETH am not even sure who
wrote "The Blue Bird
Unless it young-whats his name H-Cohan'
do not even know if Bernard Shaw
Writes plays mixes cocktails.
BACON-Oh, good God!
No one knows that.
QUEEN ELIZABETH Aside from this my knowl-
edge of the stage
Is almost nought.
BACON-Your majesty would make
A splendid critic.
QUEEN ELIZABETH Francis Baconl How
You fatter me!
Pointing to the still recumbent Shake
SpeGre.)
QUEEN ELIZABETH aside to Shakespeare
He wrote the plays.
SHAKESPEARE-0h Queen
Fen purer than the virgin icicle
That's curdied by the frost from purest snow
And hangs on dams temple, pure as snow
QUEEN ELIZABETH One moment now! III
have you understand,
II be sanity as an iccle
IT'S not because | haven't had chance
To melt and fall. l will not be insulted
SHAKESPEARE-Of counsel Of counsel did
not mean an insult
have no doubt that often you are up
Till long past ten o'clock. Nay what is more,
I'll wager that outside your chamber door,
Each night there forms a mammoth waiting list,
line more than a hundred leagues in length
Of gentlemen who'd sell their very souls
To give your hand a squeeze, and sacrifice
Their chances to attain future life,
To plant a goodnight kiss upon your brow.
QUEEN ELIZABETH GA side TO Shakespeare
Tonight you head the list.
ITO Bdcon.)
Sir Francis Bacon.
was quite wrong-this gentleman was not
The author Of the dramas.
bacon starts to speak,
Silence, sir!
(With q siqh)
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1915-02-28

CLEOPATRA Indeed, l like that thought-'ts
riSque
Il smacks Of purple patches, crownd with
love
OF golden wine, or Cream Of Tartar sauce.
SHAKESPEARE You like it we'll
CLEOPATRA stuff!
SHAKESPEARE thank you much.
CLEOPATRA-Your welcome. Have you any
more that smoke?
SHAKESPEARE Have I? Well, ! should smile!
You ought to hear
The story of fair Venus and Adonis-
tale that puts to shame the hottest blasts
OF any modern novel in the ring!
Gsdzooks! a wondrous tale of love-the first
OF all the six best sellers sold.
CLEOPATRA-A wondrous tale of love, you say?
Well! WE'LL
I didn't know you human being
l really thought you Smith Premier,
That dashed off plays by reams III make It
square
Come! Close your eyes and feel the famous
kiss
That burned a thousand lips!
SHAKESPEARE is the life!
They embrace. Sir Francis Bacon
enters)
BACoN-Enough! Enough, sayl Lay of, Mac
duff!
By CAD, you'd think we were in Central Park!
Shakespeare and Cleopatra turn. Bacon
discovers their Sdentity.)
BACoN-what's this7 By all the Ash that ever
swan,
'Tis Cleopatra and me hated rivsli
Come Put end to this!
CLEOPATRA--You have no right
BACONI have a very perfect right.
SHAKESPEARE-How SO?
RACON-"How So" indeed! Why then, III tell
you why!
You made this woman-well, you can't expect
To be her father and her lover, too
1t isn't done
her!
BACON-Oh, tush! Pull in your neck!
CLEOPATRA-The old dispute!
God help them Well, let them wag their
tongues
have q date-Im off for Walter Raleigh
cleopatra glidsc away)
sHAKESPEARE-Now sir, let's have under
standing here.
You were but jesting now7 You do not think
really wrote those plays posterity
Attributes unjust to my name?
BACoN-Of course 1 do. What other man than
you
Could write so much in such a Shakespeare
style?
You think I'd write play whose only punch
Was Staying Romeo, when Juliet
Awaited not the angel Gabriel's trumpet,
But some Italian doctors stomach pump?
You wrote them all--from Titus TO The Tempest.
SHAKESPEARE-Yo lie, you shaggy pancake!
Where's your proof?
WhU is
William Shakespeare.
That's better proof than you can get to show
! wrote them.
SHAKESPEARE can prove conclusiyely
You're guilty, by acrostics.
BACON-Hey? BY what?
"Acrostcs?" Why! l never even knew
There was play whose title was "Acrostics"!
SHAKESPEARE not play 1t is the means
by which
Some authors keep the wolf away
I'll show you how it works-tis very simple
Let's take the case of Hamlet. Now, you see
The first three letters Of the world spell Ham;
Well HAM, what does II mako you think on!
BACON--On pig.
SHAKESPEARE-on pig! You are stupid fool!
Why, to be sure, ham makes think on bacon.
And there, you see, is proof enough to show
Your authorship.
BACON--On, DUNK! lou cdli tndb pfooi
Ha-hal Why, I could prove by those same
That Tennyson composed 1.-THE Common Law"
Or old John Bunyan wrote "on Moonlight Bay"
Not on your lfel All, mol You the goatl
SHAKESPEARE-I1 punch your nose, you ami
mated stock-fshl
BACoN-Say that sgah!-snd II you do-by
Heavnl
I'll wrench you limb from limb!
SHAKESPEARE-You will I'll punch
BACON-This is too much
(They grapple. Bacon throOs Shake
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1915-02-28

We cannot end the argument All, look!
Here comes the very man we want to see!
('Tis not unlikely he has heard his cue.)
A noted scholar with so keen mind
That he can ring the knell of any question.
BACON-I know him not.
SHAKESPEARE-Nor l. Who Is the gent!
QUEEN ELIZABETH-He Is remnant Of that
wondrous age
When Horace Walpoe slipped his 0oolong tea
An6 Chesterfeld-the gay old reprobate-
Wrote soporhc sermons to his son.
He's brighter than the aged evening shirt
That throws beam of light across the gloom.
He is-loud cheers!-the famous Doctor john
BACON Aside.)
Great guns I'm off!
ITO Queen Etzabeth.)
fear-I must be going
SHAKESPEARE-Me too! At once! CAside) My
kingdom -or horse!
Shakespeare and Bacon erit IN great
haste. Queen Elizabeth arrdnges her hdtr.
There enters Doctor Johnson, dttended oy
Boswell, pho has typeWriterJ
QUEEN ELIzABETH-Good sir, you are well met.
| bid you welcome.
(She courtestes.)
DOCTOR JOHNSON-(To BoswelD Who Is this
wretched, un-idead girl?
ROSWELL think, great master, that her name
is Bess-
In some bafS:ric age, long since gone py,
She sat upon the throne and ruled
Der England, Ireland, Scotland--
DOCTOR JOHNSON Scotland! Ugh!
You know my feelings on that subject James
Be quiet sir! No more!
QUEEN ELIZABETH supplicate
~
IFS much too hard for me to answer, though
My education's really quite superb
DOCTOR JoHNSON-Well, WE'LL The females
educated, then?
Why education is hard to find
In women as good breeding in Scotchman.
But digress
BOSWELL-Alas The ease with which
One may dgress in verse that's blank, with no
Damnd rhymes wherein to bark ones speeding
shin.
DOCTOR JOHNSON-Shut up! You puppy
ITO Queen Elizabeth
Come, wen test your knowledge.
Let's see-what know you Of the Hebrides!
QUEEN ELIZABETH-The Hebrides ?-er-why,
! must admit
My knowledge there is absolutely lacking.
BOSWELL-Aha! She does not know the
Hebrides!
DOCTOR JOHNSON Enroll that fact in double
margins, James.
IBosaceH replies.)
QUEEN ELIzABETH-This is unfair-let me de-
mand of you,
What do you know about the Esquimaux?
DOCTOR JOHNSON-That is entirely beside the
point
BOSWELL-Quite so. Entirely beside the point
DOCTOR JOHNSON-(To BosVel.)
Who spoke to you?
ITO Queen Elizabeth.)
I'd have you know, my girl,
What do you know about the Esqumaux!
But on the Hebrdes. Enough Come, James!
Let US move on. thousand plaques upon
Such harum-scarum females!
HE starts to move dWay.)
QUEEN ELIZABETH-Your writings but
breakfast food for fools!
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1915-02-28


POSWELL-No, indeed.
CLEoPATRA-well, Jamesy, tell me, are you
fond Of women?
BoSWELL-oh no. I'm busy with THE Lie OF
Johnson"
(Goinq to Boswell, and putting her
hands on his shoutders.)
But surely you are not as cold as stone!
At least you love to kiss, eh, Jamesy boy!
BOSWELL i RemoUing her hands,
Oh, not so much
CLEoPATRA-You must be made Of concrete.
What purpose were mouths created for,
If not to kiss?
BOSWEbL-And eat.
CLEoPATRA-And eat! Why, James!
kiss gives life unto the dead!
BOSWELL-And death
Unto the live There's nothing more contagious.
CLE0PATRA-Just let me try.
(She kisses him. Boswell smacks his
lips, in agreeable surprise. She kisses him
again.
You like it better now?
BOSWELL think it is hot stuff I'll even say
1t backs 1.-THE Life Of Johnson" of the boards.
CLEOPATRA-Of course It does! les life!
Comet Let's keep on
(She embraces Boswell Queen
Elizabeth, Shakespeare, Bacon and Doc
tor Johnson rush in, the latter bearing !
huge book)
QUEEN ELIzABETH-Hey! Heyl Here's news
Great news, indeed We've made =
DOCTOR JOHNSON-Iys made
QUEEN ELIZABETH-A great dlscov'ry
BOSWELL -(Aside.)
So have I!
QUEEN ELIzABETH-The Doctor has discovered
in this book.
Just who was author of the plays It's writ
In black and white. There can be no mistake.
DOCTOR JOHNSON-By dint Of mighty effort
have found,
Within this books book, I might remark,
Quite reminiscent Of the Rambler papers,
Because il has
BACON-Come, come!
SHAKESPEARE little speed!
DOCTOR JOHNsoN--well, to be brief-though
brevity is not
SHAKESPEARE come! Who wrote those
plays?
DOCTOR JoHNSoN-why, sir I And
The author was
1.-THE Professor arises from the audi
THE PROFESS0R-Hold on! must object!
Indeed, must command you not 10 speak.
II you should tell me who wrote the plays
why, siri
You'd do a most ungodly, harmful thing!
You'd ruin several thousand good professors,
Who earn their bread by writing learned books
To prove twas William Shakespeare wrote the
plays,
Or that Sir Francis Bacon was the man.
Would you deprive these creatures Of their
bread,
their clothes,
bair h;cyelsa1 air Pm
You would not be so cruel. By all that's good,
beg you to desist.
(Tke Professor sits down.)
DOCTOR JoHNSoN-why, sirl Why, sir!
must admit the truth of all you say.
I'd best destroy the tell-tals book. I guess.
ITO Shakespeare and Bdcon)
Is that not best7
BACON-I guess you're right
MISUNDERSTANDING demands
The sacrifice
DOCTOR JOENSoN--well saidl
Then you'll agree to live again as friends,
And never let the truth be knownl
sHAKESPEARE-Ah, yssl
We must, fear
BACON-Lets shake.
(They shake hands mourntully, while
the Doctor destroys the book
BoSWELL-But ere We part,
I-James-who beat the time Of both these dubs,
Demand this lsdys hand.
DOCTOR JOHNS0N-Why. James! Why Jsmssi
What's this from your You quito forget yeur
place!
B0SWELL-But, sir!--
CLE0PATRA-oh. fade away, you near Mseau-
leyi
It's halt-p..s nin.-rm off for Walter R.l.isAi
(She glides aOay.)
CURTAIN.