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MARCH'S FAMOUS FUNNY FARCES 
 
 MARCH BROTHERS, Publishers, LEBANON, OHIO 
 
 Haste Makes Waste 
 
 By IIabriette Wiubur 
 
 Copyright, 1920, by March Brothers 
 
 CHARACTERS 
 
 Mr. Dexter — A druggist. 
 John — His soda fountain clerk. 
 Tommy Jones — A small hoy. 
 
 Scene: A drug store in the crude, such as any hoy can make with old hoxes 
 and bottles, a few chairs, paper napkins, lemonade stratus. gla<!ses, and m9" ^n. 
 
 Costumes: Mr. Dexter is in his shirt sleeves at first. John is wearing a ivhite 
 coat and apron. Tommy Jones in his usual garb and hat. 
 
 Curtain: Mr. Dexter and John on the scene. 
 
 Mr. Dexter {rolling down his sleeves) : Well, John, business seems rallier 
 slack just now. Do you suppose you oan take care of things while I nin 
 down to the ba.nk? 
 
 John {delighted) -. Oh, yes sir! Yes, sir! I oan. 
 
 Mr, Dexter {indicating different bottles, boxes, and so on) : Here's sulphur, 
 and this is alum, with prices plaiiil}^ marked. Soap is ten and fifteen cents. 
 Toothbrushes are ten to thirty-five, each marked on the handle. Here aro 
 the cough drops, lozenges, and such things. The patent medicines are here — 
 Johnson's Hair Tonic, Williams' Headache Powders, and so on. The prices 
 are all on the list here. If Mrs. Lincoln comes in, give her this bottle of 
 smelling salts, I've just got in for her; specially strong, as she likes them. 
 Leave the prescriptions till I get back. Understand, John ? 
 
 John: Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Indeed I do. 
 
 Mr. Dexter: All right then. I'll leave you in charge. I'll be back soon. 
 {Takes hat and coat and exits.) 
 
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 John {polishing the chairs and counter industriously) : Left in'^thaxge ! My, 
 what a big fellow I am now! Oh, I'll show Mr. Dexte» just how well I can 
 take oare of things. Now for the counter. {Rearranging the boxes, hottles, 
 
 ■ and so on.). Thesie boxes of pills fit in better over here. .And the porous 
 plasters I'll put over here. Mr. Dexter is nice to work for, but he is a bit 
 slow for the business, I think. We need a little more life and up-to-dateness 
 j^ this store. And I guess I '11 have to furnish that. And when he sees what 
 <i handy man I am, and how business picks up the minute I'm in charge, 
 he will advance my salary, sure. Then, before long he'll be saying: "John, 
 you've been such a faithful and excellent clerk that I've decided you're just 
 the man I need for a partner." And some day I'll buy out Mr. Dexter, 
 and be the proprietor myself. {Picks up hottle of smelling salts.) Now, 
 here's some smellingnsalt — ^that's what it says on the bottle — funny name. 
 What did Mr, Dexter say about them? Oh, yes, they're to go with the 
 headache medicines. I'll put them over here with the patent medicines, 
 
 " though, for there's a place that is just big enough for them. {Stands hack 
 and looks at the counter, hands on hips.) Now don't that counter look a 
 hundred per cent, better? Oh, we need a little more get-up-and-get in this 
 businet^s. Hello, who's this? 
 
 Tommy Jones {runmir^ in) : Oh, Mr. Druggist, have you anything for the 
 headache ? 
 
 John {importantly) : Certainly, any boy. Sit down, a moment. {Seizes the 
 T^Trrtile of sm,elling salts, draws out the cork, and holds the hottle under T^r,imy-'-s 
 nose.) There, you begin to feel better already, I'll wager. 
 
 Tommy {.gurgling and gasping, holds his nose-, and Jails hack into the chair as 
 though unconscious). 
 
 John {shaking his hands in alarm); Oh! Oh! Mr. Dexter! Mr. Dexter! 
 Help ! Help ! ! I 've killed Tommy Jones ! I 've killed Tommy Jones ! {Bushes 
 out and hrings hack a hasin of water and a towel. Wets the towel and begins 
 to slap it about Tommy's head.) Oh! Oh! What shall I do? 
 
 Tommy {gasping and opening his eyes) : Oh ! Oh ! Oh ! 
 
 John {immediately self-important and calm) : Well, my lad, do you feel 
 better now ? 
 
 Tommy {holding his nose) : Better? Oh, I feel awful! My nose! My nose! 
 {Rocks hack atvd forth howling.) 
 
 John : Oh, that is nothing. You '11 feel fit as a fiddle before long. 
 
 Mr. Dexter {entering): Why, what's happened, John? Someone hurt? 
 
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 John: Wliy, Tommy Jones here had the headache, ajid I just gave him the 
 smelling salts and he nigh fainted away with fright, I guess. 
 
 Mr. Dexter: Oh, tliat's it! {To Tommy.) Well, my boy, have you the 
 headache now? 
 
 Tommy: What? Me the headache? I guess not. It's my mother has the 
 headache, and she wants something quick. 
 
 Mr. Dexter {Imighing, while John stands hack much crestfallen) : Well, well, 
 John ! Haste is a pretty poor policy in this business, you see. Go slow and 
 take pains, know what you're about is a safe motto for us, my boy. 
 
 (Curtain) 
 
LIBRftRY OF CONGRESS 
 
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 THE GOOSE FEATHERBED. By Willis N. Bugbee. 4 males, 1 female. A dandy little play for Irish 
 
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 IN A DOCTOR'S OFFICE. By Jeannette Joyce. 4 males, 6 females.' A take-off on the specialist of 
 
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 MORE TIME OUT. By Carolyn F. Rice. 7 females. An amusing comedy dealing with the servant 
 
 problem. The characters are strongly contrasted. Easy, but effective. 
 NO PEDDLERS ADMITTED. By Jeannette Joyce. 2 males, 1 female. The busy man intended not 
 
 to luiy, but the peddler had a suave manner. . 
 
 OH, YOU TEACHER! By C. A. Donaldson. S males, 4 females. A splendid comedy of school life, 
 
 showing the amatenr teacher's trials. Funny and well ' suited for schools. 
 ONE ON THE AGENT. By Louise Rand Bascom. 1 male, 1 female. A clever skit, bright and telling 
 
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 THE "PHYSICAL TORTURE" CLUB. By Willis N. Bugbee. 2 males, 2 females. Physical culture 
 
 exercises for which Jla is too stout and Pa is too rheumatic. Killinglv funny 
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 killing. The jolliest minstrel show ever. A deluge of drollery. 
 "SCAT!" By Louise Rand Bascom. 1 male, 1 female. Cunning attempt of an old maid to prove her 
 
 youth. Very laughable. 
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 and a spoiled child make a lively time. A hit. 
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 if desired. A brisk anil snappy little dialog. Eas.y and clever. 
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 AN UP-TO-DATE PROPOSAL. By Jeannette Joyce. 2 males, 2 females. A roaring farce that will 
 
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 but each complete in itself. 
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 resulting from a misunderstanding. Irish dialect. 
 
 No entertainments sent on approval or exchanged. 
 
 MARCH BROTHERS, Publishers, 208-210-212 Wright Ave, Lebanon, O.