Bismarck daily tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, Dakota [N.D.]) 1881-1916, 1915-04-21

With all due credit to The Sewer" The Blur" The Fight" and
THE Fright" which productions are doing s. much to rejuvenate tired and
fazled business men, the Dramatck Crhick Of the Booster believes he has
at last discovered the greatest play Of EN- all; the one with a Knockout in
every hne-and a climax that will simply wreck the house at each and
every performance.
The title of this marvellous masterpiece, by a poor, but honest unknown
author, is "UNDERWEAR,"- and anybody who don't believe that it is al
genuine brass knuchler" may step up to the box. Office Immediately after
the show and have their money cheerfuny refunded.
A commoton of mingled, mangled emotions. Vigorously demned and
condemned by the Press, the Public and the Pulpit.
CHARACTERS:
Count Henry Rchhor.
Baron Frank Grambs
Scene: A commodious room at the Goose Liver Club" The chairs
tables. book cases. trophies, big fire place, phonograph and grand piano make
a fitting setting for what's about to come.
Baron Grambs sits in a chair next to a large table, casually reading
some important papers, including the Police Gazette, Jim Jam Jems and the
North Dakota Reflector. He cody hicks the ashes from his cigarette as|
he receives the news which is of vital interest to his country.
Count Richhot enters the room fro M small passage. He has his
things . N and is apparently in a hurry to make his escape without creating
too much diturbance) !
Baron Grambs docking up and surprising HIM: Well, well, we'll; how
are you?
Count Richholt (haldng with hand on doorknob and edging back into
ROOM: Pretty fne-how are you? b" F."
There is a pause. Everybody feels that there is going t be something
doing Count Richholt again prepares to depart Outside the wind bowls
and yowls. 1t is a bay roter of a night to be abroad)
Baron Grambs (searchingly): Where r you going?
Count Richholt somewhat started): 1 am going down the street.
Baron Grambs: Oh, you are going down the street. are you? Gle isl
a little suspicious of the Count. He thought that he might possibly be
going up the street,
(There is another pause. The situation is indeed intense)
Count Richholt Suddenly: Where ar YOU going?
Baron Grambs (endeavoring to recover himselD: Who? Me?
Count Richholt .(peraistenty): Yes, you!
Baron Grambs: Oh, you mea me!
Count Richholt: Yes, certainly!
Baron Grambs: Me? oh, I'm going to stay right here.
They glare at each other for a moment. The situation hasn't improv
ed 81 a to be noticeable. In fact, it looks as if there might be bella
poppn any minute now Baron Grambs pretends to be again engrossed in
his papers. Count Rtchhot steathiy creeps towards him and putting on
his gloves suddenly glances over the Barons shoulder. The count has
something up his sleeve, that's a certainty, and we'd like to know what it
is. Well soon find out if we continue ito wade through this)
Count Richholt drawing back and muttering to himseh): Tower City,
%; Bismarck, 2O-then they lost! ~ +" ..
(The Count again tries to make his escape, but the Baron arises and
catches him before he gets away
Baron Grambs (pointing finger straight at Richholts ches): What
have you got under there? +? ? ?????????
Count Richhot shrinking back: Underwear!
Baron Grambs gushing back the Counts cravat): Under there
Under there! I!
Count Richhoh: Underwear ! Underwear, 1 say! -!
Baron Grambs (fercey): Under where? ? ?????? Under there!
Under there! !! -!
Count Rchholt with crushing force): UNDERWEAR! ! ! ! !!
See! -! Displays sample) Underwear!
Baron Grambs Gas a great light dawns upon him.: seeeeee-Under
wear! (e colapses in chair)
Count Richhot slowly pulls o gloves and with a look of triumph ex
it's Outside the wind bowls and yows. 1t is a bany rotter Of a night to
be abroad. Within all is snent-except the monograph operated by Sam
Russell, which plays, "Takeame to that Calbahray! Hm1mtedededay
Deedlede.day'"
(CurtainD
GETTING ACQUAINTED Oh, you PlKER
A certain outoftown young lady A good story is beme told on Con.