The Washington times., 1922-04-30
"Hush! There he isl"

-SOmeOneS coming now! Anu
in a hurry!
BEGGAR ito Mdn)-Perhaps the
Satisfied One! Quick, get your
lowers under your uppers!
MAN-What?
BEGGAR-I mean-sit over there
ron the rock! Quick, before he
gets here! (Beggar returns to
his oton rock. Man sffS on rock
at extreme right. From right en-
ter the Girl, running. Seeing the
door, she gfres q gasp OF JOY, aud
toith outstretched arms rrshes TO
II. oipes the Knob quick turn,
extracts a large gold hairpin from
her fotoing hair and toi0gles II IN
the keyhofe.)
BBGGAR hairpin! Woman's
refuge in all emergencies. (The
hdirpin is unsuccessful and the
Girl goes to band that outlines the
door, attempts TO climb II. Inter
ested, the Others cropd round to
see phdt she intends to do. She
looks at band, contempldtes ITS
height. All are bredthless as she
makes an effort to climb up band.
She slips back and all sigh, dis
appointed - ercept the Be00dr.
toho ldughsJ
GIRL faces them, an9rily) - II
any one OF you can do II better,
show me how. Embarrassed,
they remain siIent.) / thought
not. Then get back! Get back!
And let me do 1t my own way!
(They move atoay from her.
Reaching higher, she tries to
climb, but slips back to the ground.
The Be00ar holds his sides Dith
laughter. All are annoyed.J
MAN - Don't laugh, you foolish
Beggar.
POET-No, don't; the Satisfied One
may show US the way.
BEGGAR Laughing louder than
eUer)-Ho, no. no! That's-not
-the-Satisfied One!
POET-Are you sure 1t isn't?
BEGGAR-Sure as a pigs egg that
Easter comes on Sunday.
MAN-But IT might be
BEGGAR-Might be an elephants
pig-tail! Why, look how she
scrambles at the wall! She's as
hungry as we are.
POET-Surely, that's so. Then to
GirL) Sweet Girl, are you really
hungry, too?
GIRL (ferceIy)-Hungry? HUN.
CRY? I'm starving,
BEGGAR-Forsooth, this one has
rabid hunger!
MAN-Then you aren't the Satisfied
One, either?
GIRL-Satisfied? Huh, I've never
had even one dress to satisfy me!
BEGGAR-Dress? Dress? Father
Of pussy-cats; what kind Of hun
ger is this?
GIRL-Oh, you'd hardly understand
tits so much a woman's hun
ger.
BEGGAR-Nevertheless, 'twould be
pleasure to know your hunger.
(Codring.) Come, tell us, won't
you?
POET (ds all 90 nearer Girl)-Oh.
do tell-sweet one.
GIRL-The world would call tt
beauty. That's what II would call
my hunger; but to me II means
clothes! Soft, beautiful clothes!
BBGGAR-Clothes! Such hunger!
HduDhs.) Soft, beautiful clothes!
Ha, ha, ha! (He Is bopIed ouer
toith ldughter.)
GlR1-No man ever quite under
stands my hunger: but a woman
would know what II Ia for your
very soul to ache for gown OF
golden blue, shimmering with
threads Of green and gold that
run through 1t like rivers Of light!
Ah-a-ah, that is a hunger, in
deed!
MAN-But, child, in your own gar
ments you have bits Of all that
you hunger for. .....
GIRL~Yes, bits, bits-1ike feathers
from last years hat!
MAN-'Tis something.
GIRL~Not to woman, when she
wants something new. Besides,
these bits are but to keep me
from forgetting what I want.
BEGGAR (laughs)-Ha!
GiRL-Oh, you would not even
smile IL you knew how hard Il
was to get them. This. for In:
stance (holds up length OF blood.
orange chifon), ] stole from the
sash OF gypsy man, because Its
flaming orange leaped at me!
BEGGAR-I don't zee how a sash
could leap at anybody.
GIRL-That's because you never
passed shop windows in the
springtime and had the clothes
In them simply cry out for you to
come and buy them.
BEGGAR-No, but maybe a bakery
shop would.
GIRI-Well thls Asu,ico ~r.r~>