The Bicyclers and Three Other Farces by John Kendrick Bangs
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gun from tool-box.) This is the deadly weapon, and I'm the rider--
see? (Sits on a chair, with face to back, and works imaginary pedals.) You're the dog. I'm passing the farm-yard. Bow-wow! out you spring--grab me by the bone--I--ah--I mean the leg. Pouf! I shoot you with ammonia. [Suits action to the word. Bradley (starting back). Hi, hold on! Don't squirt that infernal stuff at me! My dear boy, get a grip on yourself. I'm not really a ki-yi, and while I don't like bicyclists, their bones are safe from me. I won't bite you. Mrs. Perkins. Really--I think that's a very ingenious arrangement; don't you, Mr. Bradley? Bradley. I do, indeed. But, as long as we're talking about it, I must say I think what Thaddeus really needs is a motormangun, to squirt ammonia, or even beer, into the faces of these cable-car fellows. They're more likely to interfere with him than dogs--don't you think? Perkins. It's a first-rate idea, Brad. I'll suggest it to my agent. Bradley. Your what? Perkins (apologetically). Well, I call him my agent, although really I've only bought this one wheel from him. He represents the Czar Manufacturing Company. Bradley. They make Czars, do they? |
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