Judge — May 11, 1929 — page 17: what you’re looking at

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Ciranactrns: Bill Ding, who is always getting plastered. Villa, his wife, who is always kitchen him at it. Veranda, their daughter. who has te stand for a lot of railing areund her, Eddy Fice, a barkeeper, who encourages the habitat Ball Ding has. Corner Stone retor who treats lumber ailments, Christmas Ea Tint Act One Scene—interior of humble dwelling, Veranda is arranging a vase of beautiful Spring / supper floors on table. Veranda (singing softly )—Joist a song at twilight Window-lights are low 4 (Enter Villa) Wall, Villa— warchouse father my suite one? Ear. Veranda — Aisle bite Villa—Can_ it be he is studio suppose, ain? Veranda doubt. and Without unless 1 “Bill Ding: he’s in usual Ah me, guess some ] miss my Villa domicilesy ass! Veranda—Not sill-y—just a little dom Vill Ah, what ac demon Room! (Dreamily) Before you were barn, hay-loft me traly—his love was stable, and he did not stall! Moments we were apartment sadness, and he never left me flat. Then drink came in tower lives. and I ceased to in-spire him. And as my heart be to brick. I knew that love had fluc, by Chimney ! Veranda (philosophically )—Well, that’s doorway jamb, as (sighing) your old manse such a that’s all. se is this a (passionately it goes. Villa (looking at clock) But lintel let us go and chureh for him! Verauda—Oh, keep your pantheon! Villa (firmly)—-But he mosque come home! come, my Come, | Act Two | Scene—a saloon. Bill Ding and Eddy Fice are drinking at bar. Enter Villa and Veranda. Villa. and Veranda (singing)—Father, dear Father, oh lattice go hame now The clock in ee the stipple strikes one! . . Bill Ding—The ell vou s Veranda Pa! Where are your manors? sternly JUDGE Death Scene” HERE’S HOUSE! A Dram-attic Best-Cellar By Marian Deitrick Bill Ding it. Villa (wrathfully)—So, again! Bill Ding (agreeably) handed, too. Perhaps I shouldn't have mansioned wretch! [have cot you Thatch right! Shingle- Don't get roof! Eddie ay ladies, look—kiosk dentially, what is it you rafter, huh? Villa (to Bill Ding Do not take night! Bill Ding—Your request. | would like to granite. you confi- any mortar but my throat is porched. i Villa (pleadingly)- Vis, Adobe like that! on" f Bill Ding (firmly) You heard what I shed! Eddy Fice wonderful ladies ! Veranda- cupola stoop-id fools ! Bill Ding—Who sash so? (Brit Veranda) The cornice this evening, You are a Villa and Act Serne first. later. Tiree -same as wo hours Bill Ding is all cupboard up in bed, Corner Stone is conferring with Villa and Veranda, Corner Stone (sadly)—He is dying by hi Veranda (anriously)—Have you a pane. Pa Corner Stone—It is that bed-room he got hold of tonight. He cannot lath lon, tion) Ah, he is dead—his hearth-stone cold! Villa (weeping) (Makes examina Oh, oh, the shack is too grate! Bill Ding (sitting up on his pillar)—Be your shelf, doc! Heh! Heh! Heh! 1 think PM hovel little whiskey ! (Enter Eddy Fice) Eddy Fice (exrcitedly)—The Anteroom Society just broke in my joint and closet up! Villa (to Bill Ding)—Aha! stay homestead of going out t Meranda—Yeah, now you Bill Ding—V'm not « hut. Eddy Fice—VFarewell! 1 grotto go to jail! (Exit) Villa (to Bill Ding)—Hotel me that you still care, my own lobby-dobby ! Bill Ding—I have hallways eared foyer. you. Villa (fondly)—Then latchkeys and make up! Veranda (to Corner Stone, slyly)—There isa Shanty Claus! ‘ou will Now mayt drink and gambrel ! rder be good! just terribly, terribly 1 a-door (Curtain) comicbooks.com