The Washington times., 1922-04-30

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we shall, mark my word for that.
POET-How?
BEGGAR (loOking right - Quiet!
Some ones coming.
POET-But want to know how
BEGGAR-Hush! Take to your
rock.
POET (sits on his rock)-Can you
see who 1t is?
BEGGAR-No, the dust still flies In
the road. (HaH-iohisper, turning
to Poet)-But it might be the Sat-
isfied One-who knows?
POET-Why do you think so?
BEGGAR (confdentiallU - oh, I
heard 1t spoken on the edge Of a
quiet corner-the Satisfied One
might pass this way to-day. Ah,
your ears get sharp when your
belly's empty and hungry for
bread.
POET-And hungry for sweet
love!
BEGGAR-Hist! He's here! (AS-
suntes q crouching position to left
of door and eTtends his hand
across steps for aims. From the
right enters the Mdn-large ard
handsome, the orator type. ii?
1udlks straight TO the door and
Is about to turn the knob tohen
the Beggdr SpedkS.)
BEGGAR-Alms for a poor, lame
beggar! Aims for a very poor,
lame beggar!
MAN-Alms? Aims, fellow?
BEGGAR For my hunger, sire!
Give to a very, very poor lame
beggar!
MAN-For your hunger?
BEGGAR-Yes, for all Of 1t. 'Tis a
long hunger, sire-a long one.
MAN (stoutly)-Fellow. l will give
you all the bread in the king
BEGGAR clicking his mouth In an
ticipdtion) AT last a man after
mine own heart!
MANI you will tell me how to
feed my hunger!
BEGGAR (erploding) - Father OF
pussy-cats! Another one Of US!
Are all the hungries let loose to-
day?
POET (timidlB)-Then you are not
the Satisfied One?
MAN-Satisfied Indeednot. (Ord-
toricaliy.) My hunger runneth
through the ages; and from the
beginning Of time to the Day OF
Judgment shall / seek its satisfac-
ton. It is a thing eternal!
BEGGAR-Even eternal hunger Is
with us. (Modns.) Unhappy day
unhappy day!
POET ito NAM My hunger for
love-sweet love-is that great,
too. What food do you seek to
appease your hunger?
BEGGAR (modning) - Hunger!
Hunger!
MAN cleans back against door,
glances at Poet, then at Be0gdr,
pho has crept to his rocb)-Ah,
what do either Of you poor souls
know of hunger? Wait until you
feel mine-a hunger more than
bread or love or any earthly
thing!
BEGGAR - FOrsooth, yours must
give you the belly-ache.
POET-What is yours?
MAN-The only hunger that gives
hot, clear passion-fills you
with a lust for life and power
thrills you with youth and love
and wild desire!
BEGGAR-Name 1t quickly, Man,
name 1t! Perhaps twill make
ours seem sickly by comparison.
POET-Ah, yes. For what do you
hunger?
MAN (striking dramatic pose)-
For fame!
BEGGAR-What? Do my ears do
their duty? For fame, you say?
MAN - Yes glorious, glittering
fame!
BEGGAR-Huh, you rate your hun.
ger high.
MAN ffdcino door)-So high that
the very stars will look down and
give me strength to force this
door that / may feed my lust for
fame. (Trfes to force open
door, I've sacrificed every earth
ly joy to get through you. (Tugs
at knob And you shall openl
You shall!
BEGGAR (ldughin0)-IIa, ha, ha-
h-a-a!
MAN-Why do you laugh2
BEGGAR-Because you are as sim
pie as cow.
MAN-What?
BEGGAR-Butting a pasture never
filed the cavity OF a heifer. But
do not take It so scowlingly. I
will tell something. Only the
Satisfied One knows the way
through the door-and he's CON-
ing this way soon.
POET ne has been looking right