Judge — January 21, 1882 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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TAKING A LIBERTY WITH HERRICK. bt T pare not take a drink, a smiles 6 bri aa \3 | Only to je Who drank whiskey OUR POPULAR FARCES. Amateur Theatri: REVORTED LY © EU CHveTns Ma. Burtt «of how crn, hes ana prompt: er. Mas. BeTrereur, aged forty-tive, alias Pacnine. Miss Berrenevr, alias Rosaninp. Mk. Horskear Witwer, alias Caupe Dt VaL. Uxenr Evererr, alias Diecory Discs villain, Mk. Gravestoxe: (dealer in under takers’ furnitur stylish funeral for tive dollars), alias Pesky Wosky. Mrs. Me Fepues, alias Sanvn Jaye. MR. Kravs, alias Lorp Roperics Duc. Ma. Sorry, utility. Perey, eall-boy Scene slrst.— lov of Ma. Burrencur’s mansion, — Five minutes before time for curtain ta rise \ eral emporary stage in back par. | | | Characters all upou stage, Mr, Buttercup, —urey, hurry, all of you curtain will be up ina few minutes, and, Mrs. Buttercup, you are not half ready. Where is your lace shawl which you should wear in the firs Mr. mind t. Horsecar Wilde,—'Eavens, don't | a lace shawl My boots ‘aven’t: come you know, and it is ver Twill make in my stocking vens, but Tam ‘alt crazy Miss Buttercup.—Awi 1 don't: know a bit of my part. E know 1 will fail, Horse Horsecar,—Vhe lover, L believe! E: ry what are you 7 | | but E wouldn't swear to it, Ii Wadapted th play from the Freneh, Wand Wi fear Wi've got Wit mixed. Wit Wie Wain't Claude Du Val th Wim I Diggs ) Uncle Everett.—No you ain't, 'm Diggory D Tiry to kill you in the fir I stab you with a daggei ss myselt, | and—bless my’ soul, Who took it? | I was opening sardine | T haven't any dagger. | Mr. Softy.—1 did. boxes with it. I know what my part is, i he! Uma tree in the fi | Mr. Buttercup. —Stuit The first act mise | i | enseene is in a parlor, What ean a tre i) do in there "i | Mr, Sojty.—Wave outside of the window. | Het het | Mr. Gravestone, —Where's the play-book? ] I've forgot my first joke. Hold on, I recoll } it, Mrs. MeFedden asks ine why a miller nh wears a black hat, and I say because white alled in, it again. Mr. Kraus.—Say, Mister Buttercup, who vas I dismiss mit a curse. Vas it you? Mr. Buttercup.—No, no! 1 haven't got ones ‘That is it, I mustn't for. anyth daughter. THE JUDGE. ng at all todo with the play, Miss tereup (Rosalind) is supposed tot Susan Jane—Ab, vomorrer is the day the f the bells Punky Wunky, whoi docs a miller wear a black hat? your in ving merrily. — | It is her you curse Ur, Kraus —Dot vos so, Tsay, “Girl, you vas prought your vater's red hairs py der) Punky Wunicy.—Beeause white ones are grave for, Saxon, Eves Roderick Dhu!” 1 catied in, Hat ha! | ees it all now, Mr. Buttercup (outside).—Come otf, both Petey. —Mey, Mr. Buttereup, shall Thistde | of you! Lord, 1 will go erazy soon. You wet ‘The orchestra sez dat dey won't play | wo don't go on till afer Mr. Wilde gets le overture over again ‘cept for double pay, | stabbed, and der audience is a kicking like steers fer) panty Wunky—That’s so, Blessed if 1 ler play:ter beg remembered it, We'll come down into the Mr, Buttercup. ML right. We'v breakfast room and tackle the lobster salad eginatonec. Pull the curtain, Petey, and Lill our time comes. then hurry around back and boost up the back . : Exit PUsky WUNkY and SUSAN dose. Enter lat, that view of the Rhine by moonlight Mn. Sorry, disguised asa tree, Takes his teady all. Where's my prompt book? Ah, thanks, Mr. Wilde, now you rush in amd sit) Ble i front ar Chaepr Du Vat upon that yellow chair, in an attitude of dee Claude Du Val.—What the deuec are you rellection, and sit’ very carefully, for F bore | doing here? rowed it from Mrs, dackson, and she would | Mr, Softy, —V'm a tree, Pin waving—he! never forgive me if it was broken, Hurry!) he!—in the wind [Proceests to wave There goes the enrtain. Claude Du Val-—Ger out, you Meoming Curtain rises, disclosing CLavpe De Vai) Ww American Widiot! You Wain't wanted till seated upon the yellone chair ina gine | act second Claude Du Val (faintly). At last outlaw is finally dragged forcibly out by the eo as Tam, the King of th vases Jar by MR. BUTTERCED, who appears npou Mr, Butterenp (autsi the the prompting). first and last way. Meanirhile, CLaAvpr We Va. ache has Claude Du Val.—Suve enon! King of been balancing himself npou Me yl the Highway, stained with many a crime, chair, upsetsand disappears through back Phave met my fate in fair nd Dhu, wn HPenglish nT inean the daughter —W Eater Imocory Dees. Wearl, yet F think her sister Pauline, widow of Henry—Henry-—— Diggory Digys.—For seven centuries have Mr. Buttercup. —Weight. I obeen upon the track of Clhinde Du Val Chante Du val,—Sure enough, Widow Wot | Henry the Weight. ‘ates me—she—— | (Enter MLIND, Enter Low Ropentes Dit | Rosalind (clasping Diccory Dices).—My Lord Roderick Dhu,—Girl, you vos prought light, my soul, how Flove you, For you have I picked this pretty bouquet of wild low Diggory Diggs you, your vater’s red hair by der grave, Saxon, I My Come otf. Lord Roderick Dhit.—Not fort Teannot help it Pro es dagger Hereup (yelling). Mr Buttercup (outside). Heaven's Mr. Buttereup (outside),—You hadn't | sake hold ont ought to go on for half an hour yet. | Diggory Digas wry - Lord Roderick Dhu.—N iy wott | Rosalind. pees Mr, Buttercup (outside).—It isn't your | Mrs Buttereup (outside). — ind should turn, Get otf, please make love to Claude Du Val—not you. Lord Roderick Dhu,—€ jons, you vas Diggory Diggs.—\ guess not, She shot gorveet, [Exits gracefully through a window. Enter Paviit. Clandte Du Val—Where was Wi? Ob, Wi] Puntine,—You have requited my love base know now, 1 Sings. |\y. In return for my devotion you. turn A noble highway robber 1'i ham, aside from me, you scorn me, you prefer fair A prince of the road at 1 | haired Rosalind, you My sobs Winte in sostase Pra Diggory Diggs.—\ cannot help it. 1 must stab you. (Louiges at her with dagger.) Mr. I p (outside).—Shut up. You) gr, yuttercup (outstde).—I will 0 wild. don’t sing till ‘1 con rine : ; ; Unele Everett, you mustn't stab her Claude Du Val. Why ¢ iis THY | Demoey Dia a hel cece Fei : iggory Diggs.—Then what have 1 xot a Rosalind (ontsidte).—L can't, just now, | eee ee : Ho ar. Vim tying my shoes! Wait | 79° ‘ * stab somebody, ) a while, Clande Du Val.—But what will Wide while | I'm waiting? a fellah Win, Mr. Buttercup (outside). —Go ahead with your speech; you are not half through yet. Claude Du Val. enough, Pauline ‘ates me because H'i will not return her love. She— [Enter Puxky Woxky and Susan JANE} errifie crash heard. Back scene represent ing “view of the Rhine Petey, who has been boos by moonlight. Iit’s a deuce ofa hole to put falls in, it up, has stipped and thrown it for | | lights. catches fire Stampede of characters and an. dience. Arr pal of siremen and hose $2,000. Loss—not insured [curtaiy. comicbooks.com