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The Pot Boiler by Upton Sinclair
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The Play-play begins to appear_.)

_Peggy_ (_reads_). Scene shows a cheap restaurant on Third Avenue.
Piles of shredded wheat and charlotte russe in the windows. Night
scene, snow on ground. (_Full light on the Play-play_.)

_Bill_ (_wanders on Right, stops and gazes into window_). Gee, but
that's great lookin' shredded wheat!

_Jack_ (_enters Left, dejected-looking, and joins Bill_). You
hungry, too, kid?

_Bill._ I could eat the whole hay-stack at one meal. (_Moves along
to another part of the window._) Holy smoke, if they'd turn me loose
in them charlotte-russes!

_Jack._ I wonder how many charlotte russes a man could eat at one
meal.

_Bill._ Say, I wisht I was a rich man! I'd go youse a race at 'em!
(_A silence; turns away._) Gee, I can't bear to look at 'em any
more!

_Jack_ (_joins him down stage_). When did you eat last?

_Bill._ I had sinkers and coffee this mornin'. What did youse have?

_Jack._ I had a glass of water in the public library.

_Bill._ Hully gee! And when did youse eat last?
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