The Washington times., 1923-06-08

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Nothing in this play must happen
right. Molly's mother. Sadie SAL
low, stands behind her.
Molly (she speaks I'm low, list
less tones, without q single inflec-
ton. Not even her eyebrows
arch): Aw ma, what's the uss Of
Twin?
Ma with even fewer infIeo.
tions): Amt no use.
Molly: Why'd va ever have mar
Ma: Dunno
Molly: Well I know.
Ma: How old are yu kid?
Molly: Eighteen, damn 1t al.
Ma: Well. yu oughta know.
Anyway. hddo. yu're old ma amt
ashamed OF yu.
Molly: Damn yui
Ma: Can't blame yu much.
Molly: Amt life drab?
Ma: where'd w get that word1
Molly: Down T. tn movie t'other
night.
Ma: I heard a smart man say
once that life was one damn thing
after another.
Molly: Guess that's what drab
means. The movie was one damn
thing after anothsr. Yu know.
ma, don't believe none Of the
good stuff I see in pictures.
There amt no good stuff.
Ma like an echo): There amt
no good stuff.
Molly: Tim Jones wants =
marry me.
Ma: Wei, I got nuthin' against
it. A girls gotta do somethin'.
Molly: Guess yu're right, Wen
get spliced. I'll ten him.
Ma: A jane might - wen do
one thing as another.
Molly: S'ppcse you're right.
At this moment Tim Jones
saunters in. Goitie Shot hangs
mincingly on his arm. She has
large. luxurious eyes. bleacl1ed
hair, and a mouth made explicitly
for chewing gum. She 10 triangu-
lar, tapering from broad, bubbly
shoulders to slim knees. ana on
down, in thin silk, to tho most
exouisitsIy modulated ankles man
ever laid startled eyes upon. Tim.
save for his cigar. large nose
black derby and diamond flasher,
is entirely checkcred. He does
not realize that he has o sup.
pressed passion for cubism. They
do not see the other occupants Of
the gutter.
Goitie: Jimmie, amt IA Just
the darIingest boy to buy me that
whole box OF gum?
Tim: Aw, that wasn't nothing.
cutie.
Goitis (cuddlingIy): UmaImum.
I Just do think yu're the SWEETEST
guy. (She gurgles with inarticu-
late passion, her vocabulary being
more limited than her emotiono
Tim: Aw, let up. Yu can't guy
me.
Molly (raising her voice. which
is still inflexible): Tim, I'm goin'
to marry W. Let that jane alone.
7 know her kind.
Goitie Cbristling)S The hen va
say.
Tim (motionina depreca&1ngiy
to Molly: Dry up, old girl dry
up.
Ma: Tim Jones. yu gotta-marry
my girl.
Goitie Cwith Q cynicism beyond
her years.. Hunph! Uptown stuff.
Ma turning to herbs Yu painted
hussy.
They begin to fight. Goitie's
hair falls down. The under part
Is not 90 bright AZ the upper. Ma
is felled. Molly rushes to her.
kneels down and looks UP dry
eyed. speaking in the same voice.
Molly: Yu've killed her. Now
get the hell outa here. I can find
another guy.
Goitie and Tim saunter off.
Goitie as she goes bending for
ward at the waist. raising slightly
below it and giving q back kick
at Molly.
Molly: Life is drab.
BY this time the audience Is
agreed with her. The play IL
great success. Everyone is dis
gusted, feels uncomfortable and
that consequently. he must have
gotten his moneys worth. Az a
dramatic climax the water PUSHES
down the gutter and carries Molly
away. The curtain drops to keep
the audience frora getting wet
and also to indicate that the play
is over. This play may be called
Limbo, the Center Of the Earth"
or. If this is too didactic. "The
Guttersnipe."