The Appleton Book of Short Plays: Actable Short Plays for Amateurs

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D. Appleton, 1926 - 365 páginas
 

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Página 172 - What care I for a goose-feather bed, With the sheet turned down so bravely, O! For to-night I shall sleep in a cold open field, Along with the wraggle taggle gipsies, O!
Página vii - Whether mental performance alone may not eventually be the fate of all drama other than that of contemporary or frivolous life, is a kindred question not without interest. The mind naturally flies to the triumphs of the Hellenic and Elizabethan theatre in exhibiting scenes laid "far in the Unapparent," and asks why they should not be repeated.
Página 39 - ... made to the author, in care of the publishers. Stewart Kidd Company, Cincinnati, Ohio. FINDERS-KEEPERS SCENE After a second's stillness, a door closes out at the right, and immediately Mrs. Aldrid enters through the archway, carrying several parcels, which she hastens to deposit on the center-table; then she straightens up and draws a deep breath. She is a trim blonde, in her late twenties, wearing a tailored coat-suit of fawn-colored serge, a toque of champagne silk, and a waist of very pale...
Página 62 - MRS. ALDRID Wasnt she! ALDRID (whipping the chair upon -which he is leaning out the way, and coming forward in a trembling rage) You know very well she wasn't! (She crosses the back of the room towards the left, watching him. He stops in the middle of the room and forward, and continues speaking, but without looking at her.) What are you trying to do, kid yourself, or me! (He goes towards his desk at the right, and she comes forward at the left.) MRS. ALDRID (picking up her apron from the sofa) I...
Página 56 - ... directly. ALDRID Then you think it was somewhere between Blum's glove-counter and the bank steps that you lost it? MRS. HAMPTON It must have been: I imagine I must have pulled it out without knowing it, when I was paying for the gloves at Blum's. ALDRID Very likely. MRS. HAMPTON Or else, possibly, someone opened my pocketbook and took out the little purse (turning to Mrs. Aldrid) when I wasn't looking. (She begins to cry again, as she turns back to Mr. Aldrid.) You know they do that, Mr. Aldrid....
Página 46 - I took his word for it; (turning and looking at him) and, really, I don't see why I should do that. ALDRID (evenly) What are you trying to do, make yourself believe it belongs to you? MRS. ALDRID (turning her head away) I found it. ALDRID And somebody else lost it. MRS. ALDRID I suppose so. ALDRID Possibly some poor man or woman.
Página 50 - I've lost some money. (Aldrid lifts his eyes over the top of his paper and looks straight out; Mrs. Aldrid looks straight into Mrs. Hampton's eyes for a second, then rises quietly, still holding her eyes, and moves to the center-table.) MRS. ALDRID Much? MRS. HAMPTON Quite a bit, yes. ALDRID (without turning) Where did you lose it, Mrs. Hampton? MRS. HAMPTON (turning to him) I haven't an idea; (Mrs. Aldrid has been looking intently at her, but, at this, she shifts her eyes to Aldrid, with a shade...
Página 179 - These are my fighting generals! [An immense shudder wrenches his body. Controlling a sharp spasm, his face grows marble. Stooping, he takes up the crumpled hat and holds it in silence; then, slowly turning his look from the hat to HAMILTON'S face, he speaks with tense quiet.] Alexander: not a word of this ! You understand ? HAMILTON. Not a word, your Excellency. WASHINGTON. Your report, Sir, is satisfactory. At midnight, our division will cross the Delaware — alone. HAMILTON [with quiet emotion]....
Página 51 - ... looking blankly at Mrs. Hampton.) Isn't that dreadful! Of course, I know it would only be an item to some people, — but, to me! I feel terrible about it! (She breaks down and cries. Aldrid turns and looks at her; then, tossing his paper onto the desk, and thrusting his hands into his trousers-pockets, he turns and strolls towards the back of the room, looking significantly at his wife.) MRS. ALDRID (advancing and placing her hands on Mrs. Hampton's arms) Now, don't cry, Mrs. Hampton, it isn't...
Página 179 - HAMILTON. He regrets his necessity to abandon New Jersey altogether. WASHINGTON [lifting off his hat, raises it high aloft.] Jehovah, God of chariots ! And this is the thunder of Thy captains! [Dashing his hat to the ground, he grinds his boot upon it.] Blithering skulkgudgeons ! These are my fighting generals! [An immense shudder wrenches his body. Controlling a sharp spasm, his face grows marble. Stooping, he takes up the crumpled hat and holds it in silence; then, slowly turning his look from...

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