The Washington times., 1921-12-11

HOWAHD tsreeTSJ II tnat SO|
Well, suppose were to tell you
that yesterday made hundred
thousand dollars In one deal.
JOHN-Yes, suppose you were to ;
tell me.
HOwARD-That's exactly what Il
did. And Pm glad ! was able to
do It. (ComplGcently) rye ntver
been aide to do much for you.
father. In the past. Dare say I've
been sort Of neglecttul. Bit now
III be able to help you.
JOHN-Help me-? Why should you?
HOWARD-You mean--yOur past?
! don't hold any grudge. You
had to SOW your lid oats.
JOHN-I-if-I want you to know
that I've bitterly regretted -
I've CSorroWfuuy.) When
should have been . good father
to you I let you run around on
the streets. When you needed me
most l wasn't by your side, like
a good. loving parent; TO help you
,(slyly) make that hundred thou.
sand. More serionssB.) ] reckon
I ought to be ashamed Of myself.
am. Say. take Q tip.
HOWARD-Surely.
JOHN-Keep that hundred thou
dark. Don't put 1t In your income
tax.
HOWARD (shocked)--Why, COVER.
nor! Would you have me be dis
honest? f...
JOHNS gyppins the income tax
dishonesty
HOwARD-Certainly!
JOHN-Even II they don't catch you
at It.?
HowARD-Ah! But there's your
conscience.
JOHN-Conscience. fBitterly.) Yes.
That's why looked you up. That's
why came here to see you. My
hearts heavy, son. Like a ton o
LEAH couldn't keep II to myself.
fBIurts.l l got a confession to
make.
HOWARD (pHts his hand on his
fathers shOulder)-There, there.
know what you want to say. The
world hasn't dealt as kindly with
you as 1t has with me. Fortune
hasn't smiled at you. Fate has
dragged you back every time you
began to mount the ladder Of sue
cess. And now. licked BY the
grind, you're coming creeping
back home-back to your loving
son. (Aped.) It's just like the
story in the Bible. The Prodigal
Son. Only this time It's the Prod.
igal Father. Well. you've bad
your Hing. You've had your OIL
of wine, women and song
JOHN (sadIy)-I never cared much
for singing.
HOWARD-You're through with the
white lights. the baby vamps. the
lure OF the primrose path. You've
come back. Well. the son shall
kill the fatted calf for the Prodi-
gal Father,
JOHN-Rubbish! I don't like veal.
IT doesn I agree with me. Neither
does that line of'talk. Where did
you pick It upf fAngrtlv.) I'm
not hungry. I'm guilty!
HOWARD ACKNOWLEDGMENT.
JOHN-yes, Judge. ] mean. yes,
Howard. You see
HOWARD - Don't tell me you've
done something to bring dishonor
on the fair name Of Ramsey!
JOHN (bOred)-Come down; come
down! l said I had confession
to make Well, I'm a bOotiegger!
HOWARD (shocked)-My father
bOotlegger!
JOHN-That's me. I got my name
In Who's Hootch.
HOWARD-How much is the bond ?
JOHN-Tm not pinched. And I'm
not going to be. I'm too wise for
that. Say! You were Boosting
about cleaning up hundred thou
sand on one deal. On the deal
closed yesterday I'll mop up a
couple of hundred thousand. WHIT
do Won think of that? fJohn looks
at him Nth a strange orpressi0n.)
! came here to do you . favor, I
did. Wanted to give you . Job as
assistant bootlegger. And you
rave about killing a COW!
HOWARD (trem blin0ly)-When did
, you g" into this deal and what
was It?
JOHN-Yesterday. I bought me a
hundred thousand dollars worth
Of liquor I'll sell It for twice
that much, at least. (HoUord Is
strtcken.) Why, what's wronss
Mountaineering. I-sr-what