The Pot Boiler by Upton Sinclair
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page 44 of 140 (31%)
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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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