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Works in the Herald 1922
THE OPTIMIST
A PLAY IN ONE ACT
Scene: A city office.
Time: Yesterday.
Characters:
A worthy citizen.
A female voice (sweet).
A male voice (raucous).
An infernal instrument.
Various other voices.
The citizen, seated at his desk, takes up the infernal instrument and places the
receiver to his ear.
The Citizen: Hullo! Hullo! Hul --
The Instrument: Biz-z-z-z-z! Ick! Ick!
Female Voice: Central.
Citizen: I want oh, double nine, double three, double oh.
Female Voice: Oh double five, double --
Citizen: No! no! Not double five, I want --
Female Voice: You shouldn't say "Nought five." You should say -
Citizen: But I don't want nought five. I want --
Female Voice: Then why did you ring?
The Instrument: Ga-r-r-r-r! Tut! Tit-tut!
Citizen: Hullo! Hullo! Hul --
The Instrument: Gaggle! Ack! Ack! ACK!
Citizen (crossly): Don't DO that!!!
(He impatiently pumps the receiver hook).
Female Voice (suddenly): Don't do THAT!
Citizen: What???
Female Voice: Don't jiggle the 'phone!
The Instrument: Tut, tut!
Citizen: I was NOT "jiggling" the 'phone -- whatever you mean by that. I want oh,
double nine, double three, double oh.
Female Voice: Oh, double nine uble-uble-uble --
(A profound and sudden silence).
The Instrument (after a pause): Zee-e-e-e-e.
Raucous Voice: Aw! "ave a barth! 'E wouldn't 'ave a charnce of winnin' with seven
stone up. See wot 'e done on the track --
Faint Voice: Might as well send a pound of sausages, too.
Another Faint Voice: Young ones?
Still Another Voice: Didn't get home till three this morning.
The Instrument: Ick!
Yet Another Voice: No; I simply detest jazzing.
Citizen: Hey! I think we're crossed.
Raucous Voice: Lost? Of course 'e lost. 'E couldn't win a 'ack race.
The Instrument: Ack-ack-ack-ack-ack.
Citizen: Hullo! Hullo! Hul --
Brisk Voice: Johnson here.
Citizen: Oh, Johnson, I've been trying to get you for the last hour. About that
order I sent you yesterday?
Brisk Voice: Yes. I've been trying to get you all the morning. It is most
important that you should know that those goods --
The Instrument: Blump! Ze-e-e-e. Ack! Ack!
Citizen: Hullo! Hullo!
Female Voice: Did you get them?
Citizen (wildly): Course I got them. You've just cut us off. I want oh, double
nine, double --
Female Voice (sweetly): Engaged.
Citizen: What!! Why --
The Instrument: Zim-zim-zim-zim-zim. AGGLE!!
Citizen: What the-?-!-?-!!
The Instrument: Tutt; tutt! Tutt-tutt!
(Curtain)
The Mooch of Life
"C.J. Dennis"
Herald, 27 May 1922, p6
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