Pulp Fiction, 1938 · page 19 of 64
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# Greek Ruins: A One-Act Play This page presents the opening of a one-act comedy play by Theis Roberts, featuring illustrated scenes of characters in classical Greek dress. The left illustration shows a lively party scene with figures in various states of undress and merriment, while the right illustration depicts what appears to be a more formal interaction between characters. The dialogue begins with a character named Doris entering and speaking with Praxiteles, a sculptor. The conversation concerns Doris's husband being away on business and her desire to commission Praxiteles to create a bust of her foot as an advertisement for George White's Scandals. The text includes stage directions and character interactions typical of theatrical comedy.
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N ip Studio of Praxiteles, a sculptor. Door- way at middle rear open to the street. Over door facing audience is large sign: PRAXITELES General Sculpting and Monumental Works TOMBSTONES A SPECIALTY Room is barely furnished with a model’s stand, bench and table, and a cupboard in which are a few jugs and earthen cups. A ladder is adjusted by the door under the sign. Praxiteles is on the ladder fixing the sign. ANT INJEEK IRWIN'S By Theis Roberts eli ‘ial ENTER DORIS, a young woman. ORIS: Praxie! D Praxiteles: What are you doing here? If your husband catches us together there will be trouble, and the Gods know I have enough worries as it is, what with this depression and one thing and another. As you observe, I am now forced to advertise. These democracies are like the new antiques people buy. Doris: How’s that? Praxiteles: Not what they’re cracked ONAN > aN ~N up to be. But there you go changing the subject again. What about your husband? Doris: Agamemnon? Praxiteles: Yes! Agamemnon! Doris: Oh, that’s all right. He’s away on business somewhere. Don’t worry. Any- way, I just dropped in to see if you’d be kind enough to make a bust of my foot. Achernon told me I had the prettiest feet in Athens. Don’t you think so, Praxie? (She lifts her gown to display her legs.) Praxiteles: You might pose for a sandal advertisement for George White. George White’s Sandals. ‘““You just know they don’t wear ’em.”’ But stop changing the subject all the time. You want me to make a bust of your foot? Doris: That’s what I said. Praxiteles: I can’t do it. Doris: Why not? Praxiteles: I’m a sculptor, not a plastic surgeon. Doris: I think you’re mean. But if you won't, you won’t. And I must be getting along. Praxiteles: And there’s another reason Comicbooks.c©