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"Ah, ha ! there's the rub ! If it's better for a world's juke like meself to yank bottles, paltry bottles from the ashes, or fling me heels in the glim o' the theayter, then 'tis more fitti»' for genius to let slip her dogs o, war-r-r and nip her RAGS AND BOTTLES. 7 up Eliza Jane." {holds up hottle) "This is a pignard in me grip ; oft have I carved bologny sassengers with this blade in me father's festive banquet halls on the Rhine. Toby, or not toby, that's the sub' before this September mob. Toby an actor on the mim' stage, or to yank bottles. Shall or shall I not? I wait yer response." {loohs around During the cibove Rags sloioly enters, l., watching him. Rags. Bully for you, Bottles ! yer the daisy actor o' this theayter, an' I'm criket, jedge an' jury as sez so. {ela/ps her hands) Bot. isjjouts) ^'Avaunt ! Thy comin' from the lower regions brings me fell news. What, ho ! spectral form of strange garb, dost bring me news from me dad's festive hall ? Hast with thee Yarrick's skull ? Oft have I seen him caress his downy mustache, which did cling there like the fur on a sick cat's tail. Ah, ha ! poor Tom's a-cold — " {jumps down) I say. Rags, what have you got ? Hags. Oh, Bottles ! {gives him one hand holding the other iehindher Bot. Poor little Rags, cold as a lump of ice. Where you been? What you got, an, what you goin' to do with it? If you'se been an' got nuthin', an' can't do any thin', then come with yer guargen, he's got ten cents, an' ten cents '11 buy a cup of coffee an' a plate of fried cakes, kid. Bags Bottles, what's the most money yer ever had in all yer life ? Bot. To once do yer mean. Rags ? Bags. Yup. Bot. Well, let me see, I had — why last thanksgivin* I had as much as one-seventv-five. Bags, (lets go his Jiand) Yer poor thing ! Yer too poor for me to 'sociate with, {draws her ragged skirt away Bot. See here, Rags, yer's alius been square with yer guargen, yer's got some thin' on yer mind, just tell the null thing, or — I'll cut yer off with te.n cents, not havin* the reg- 'lar shillin'. Bags. Feast yer eyes on that. {holds out purse Bot. {starts hack as he sees purse, then gazes at her as if in repi'oach) Rags, hain't I brought you up better nor this ? You, you who I picked up out of the gutter. Oh, it's sharper than a snake's tail to have a priggin' darter. 8 RAGS AND BOTTLES. Rags. But I didn't prig the purse. Bot. {embraces her) Ah, spoken like me own dutiful chyild. I say, Rags, is the puss well heeled ? Rags. I hain't looked ; it's heavy though, an' it jingles. I only found it just now, I was waitin' for you to open it. Bot. {takes purse) It feels well heeled. I say, Rags, where's the peeler? {looks around eaatiously , crossings. Rags. I passed him a bit ago down at the other end of his beat. {crosses l. Bot. Yer did me observent chyild, 'tis well. Now 'sposen we sits down here an' counts the contents of this puss. Rags, {they come c.) I say, kid, we'll have a daisy meal to-day. Did yer know to-day was the day for doin' big feedin' ? Rags. Nixy. {shakes head Bot. It's a regular hollerday an' all us rich coons don't have to do nottin' but enjoy ourselves. Rags. A hollerday? with the band and the police and fireworks ? Bot. Rags, yer out of yer latitude, as the sailors down to the Hum sez. To-day's Thanksgivin', kid. Rags. What's that. Bottles? Bot. The day set 'part fur doin' big feedin'. Sabe ? Rags. Yup. Bot. I say. Rags, did 'ny one see you pick it up, this puss ? Rags. No, I jist seed it kinder jammed down in a big crack an' I picked it up. A man what had jist gone by I think dropped it. I run arter him, but he got out of sight, so I jist kept it. Bot. And a purty good lift it was. Rags, that one lift means big feedin' fur you and I 'long with the swells. If there's nutF ducats left we'll get some new togs an' board 'round a spell 'fore settlin' down to biz again, {about to sit) Nixey, now there comes somebody. Enter, Brisket, crosses stage. Bottles walks up and down with hands in pocket whistling. Rags dives her head in- to barrel and loses balance — -falls in, Bottles extricates her. Bot. What yer doin', playin' ostridge? Havin' a stavin' time, as the boys sez, hoopin' her up? Well, he's gone by. EAGS AND BOTTLES. 9 S; skirtycoat so's to kind Bags, now fur it. Say, darter, sit close and spread yer id of hide what I'm doin'. Sabe ? (sif,i R. c. jRa^s. How, so? {kneels e. c, spreadlmj out dress Bot. {i)ouvs out contents of 2>urse) Rags, I reckon there's nuft' ducats to buy a nomination. Hags. What's that? {Jiolds aj^'on- no he can count Bot. Don't know? Well, woman's rights bill hain't passed yet, so no odds. Gosh! I think there's 'nuff to buy a hull house from bottom to cabaza — Bags. Really, Bottles ? {cJaj)2)tng hands, drojps coin on ground Bot. There, gold's gone down. Bags. I didn't think. Bot. Well, yer ought to think. Now fur the count. Ye hear yer guargen talk ! I hain't much on the count, but I guess I can strike it within a hundred — ^jist foller me. Hello ! here's sumthin' else in the puss ! A ring ! Bah! I don't take no stock in them things ; can get a hull cart-load just like it at the five cent store for a nickle. Put her on, kid. Bags, {puts ring on) It jist fits my finger. Bot. Now for the ducats. Rags, ducats is the root hog or die, an' I'm just porker 'nuff to root into 'em. One, there ! — grand and galorious signurs, here's more than ten double buzzards. Them stands for twenty dollars; {^riles them up) — two of 'em is forty, and so on xectery. Here goes for a count. One two, three, four, five. That's just an even hundred. Phew ! rich is no name for it. Put yer finger on that pile. Rags, yer holdin' dovv^n one hun- dred dollars. Does it burn yer fingers? I'll even up that pile, and, presto ! there's two hundred dollars. Two hun- dred dollars and other chicken feed too numerous to men- tion, [sioeeping it all into purse — gets up) Now let's go and buy a brown stone front. {crosses, r. Bags. But, Bottles, I'm hungry, I want somethin' to eat fust. Bot. Yer does, eh ! Ye poor hungry kid. Well, come along then, an' we'll both have a great and glorious feed — but first, Rags, let's have a step or two. I feel so tickled 'cause we's so lucky, 'sides though yer name hain't Tommy Tucker, yer ought to sing for yer supper — I mean dinner; ^0 RAGS AND BOTTLES. and here comes our butcher friend, he'll join in, won't ye? Enter, Brisket, r. Brisk. I'm always in when there's fun. {the three sing and dance and exit SCENE II — Restaurant — tahles and chairs R. c. and l. c. Enter, Brisket, c. d. Bris. Why, business don't seem to be very lively here to-day. Customers rather scarce, trade falling off I'm afraid. Just as I told him when he started in using flank roasts and chuck steak. These restaurants think to make money by using poor cuts but they lose in the end. Well, I suppose the boss is in the kitchen discussing with the cook how to make chicken salad out of veal, and a church socia- ble oyster stew out of six oysters. ilooJcs off) Hallo ! who's that outside, acting as if afraid to come in ? Why, I declare if it isn't Rags and Bottles, all dressed up. Come to have the boss feed they talked about ; I wish I could watch them — I know, I will get Sweeney to let me personate the waiter, and wait on 'em. {Exit r. 1 e. Enter, Clearstarch, c. Bev, C. Um-aw ! Surely this is an eating saloon — {looks about) — yet I do not see any one here. I am fatigued with my walk, and must take some slight nourishment to refresh me. Um-aw ! Here comes the waiter. Enter, Brisket, with ajpron on. Bev. C. This is a restaurant, I believe ? Bris. Yes, sir, {aside) He doesn't know me. Bev. O. Um-aw ! Yes, well then my good man I would like to partake of a slight collation. Having exerted my- self somewhat, walking about town, I feel the need of some slight refreshment. Bris. Dinner, eh, sir? Just ready now. Four courses, fifty cents. Bev. C. Um-aw ! No, a lunch will do, I dine at six at home. Bris. Very well, sit this way, sir, these tables are for gentlemen accompanied by ladies. EAGS AND BOTTLES. 11 Rev. C. Um-aw, yes. Will you please relieve me of my coat. Bris. {takes off coat) Anything i;i the pockets, sir? Rev. C. Only some tracts. One of whicli I will gladly give you for perusal at your leisure. Bris. Thank you, sir; this way, sir. {exeunt l, u. e. Miter, Eags and Bottles, r., dressed up. Bat. This is the rest-y our- aunt. Gome on in, Rags, needn't be bashful. We's as good as the rest of the big bears. Rags. But wait till 1 gits ray Gainsborough hat set straight, {sets it on. one side) There ! {comes doiort o., froudly yet ungainly. Bottles rnocTcing dude.) Enter, Brisket, l. u. e. Bris. Well, young man, what do you want ?• Bot. Hev you tables for ladies, me bud ? Bris. Yes, here. {shoioing table l. Bot. Be seated me lady — {seated at tahle) Now, wait- er, the William of Ayr. Bris. The what ? Bot. The mean yer, the programme, the price list, the catalogue. Bris. {hands him hill of fare) This ? Bot. Yup. But say, fellow, I left me eye glass on the piano at me hotel. Will you please read this for me ? Bris. What game are you playing, youngster? Bot. Oh cheese the fine talk. Say, cully, I wants the best lay out you can guv us. Bris. Can you pay for it? Bot. Kin we ? Say, boss, Rags an' me has had a strea.k of luck, an' we's flush of the ready, an' we wants a square meal fur onct, somthin' slap up good an' toney, you know — an' here's for yourself, {gives him coin Bris. What ? eh ? Oh — all right — an' what will yer la- dy — Miss — Bot. Mrs., if you please — Mrs. Longtrail, my friend from Hengland, you know, an' me names Fweddy. My paws rich. Bris. You ain't gel-hard, you're gel-emy. 12 RAGS AND BOTTLES. Bot. That's all right — now for the wiands to spread the festive board, guvnor. Bris. I'll go get them, {aside) They do not recog- nize me, I will serve 'em for the fun of it. {exit Bot. Do so, an' you Rags, hadn't you better take off your gloves? The high toned ones alius do. Rags. Yep. {taA'es off (jloves awhwardly) But say, just look at that man over there eatin' up the bokay what's on the table. Bot. Ho, ho, ho ! that ain't no bokay, you greeny, that's celery. Eags. Salary ? Bot. No, not salary, only actors gets that — that is some- times, when the ghost Avalks — Sabe ? Bags. Yep. {stands up and fixes dress, sit^ down lan- guidly a la lady) Say, Bottles, here's jig sand on the floor, 'spose while the man's gone I give you a step or two seein* on one's lookin'. Uie pats ichile she dances Bot. That's good Rags, yer improving. Behold me faithful leige vassal with the banquet wittals. Enter, Briskkt, with tray of dishes. Bris. Here ye are, me lord Nibs, five courses, and as good a lay out as this establishment affords, fit for a king. {sets table Bot. Well, served, me trusty steward. Bris. And there's the checks, just a dollar. Bot. All hunky, me bud, I'll see the cashier later. Now me lady, pitch in an' help yerself. {helps herself) Hold on there, no fingers, take yer fork so. {hoth. eat ravenously Bris. {aside) Now if they ain't enjoyin' themselves no one ever did. Well, let them, bless them, poor little wretches, it isn't often they have a square meal and they may never have as good. Just see them eat J I declare it makes me hungry to look at them. Hallo, the tract man has got through, here he comes. Enter, Rev. Clearstarch, l. u. e, Bev. C. Um-aw ! here you are. Waiter, my hat and coat, please. Bris. Yes sir, help you on with it ? {^s he does the tracts falls out^ You dropped somethin'. RAGS AND BOTTLES. 1^ Rev. C. So I perceive. Well, I cannot stop to pick them up, so will leave them for you to distribute among your customers. Bris. You are very kind, but our customers want the substantial food, not the spiritual. Mev. C Um-aw, yes. Well, I must go. Bris. Your check, sir. (Jiands it to him Rev. C. Eh ? Oh, ah, yes, I forgot, absent minded, I will find the cashier outside ? Bi'is. Yes. Rev. C. Um-aw! I see. {2m8sing the tmifs) "Why, what a strange couple. They look like street children, yet how strangely attired, and the girl has a diamond ring on — how very odd to be sure. {exit looking at them Bris. As waiter I suppose I shaU have to clean up the parson's leavin's, — not much you bet, no scraps to help make to morrow's stew. They won't leave much either. Heaven help them, they'll never forget this day. {exit L. u. E. Bot. I say. Rags, hain't this just old scrumptious? Rags. Yep. {stiijjing her mouth with hread Bot. See here, kid, don't be was tin' yer catitites on sich common grub as bread. Sail into the beans — an' salard — an' ham — an' eggs — an' cranberry — an' sass — an' turkey. Turkey is the galorious bird of freedom to-day. Helping her and himself to some of each as he names them, then holds up turkey leg — Rags getting her fingers all jelly she licks them. Bot. Hold up. Rags, don't lick yer fingers. Haven't I learnt you better nor that ? Use yer napkin. Rags. This ? {takes up najykin Bot. Yep, fix it around yer neck, so. {takes up corner of table cloth Rags. So ? {doing so Bot. I'm goin' to make a lady of you, kid, an' I'm bound to have you git on to them, small items. ^ Rags. All right. Bottles, I guess yer right, 1 ain't up in sich eatin' as this, an' yer must exsquese slips. Bot. Here's the wine list. Do we want Mumm ? {passing over hill of fare Rags. Nixy. 'Tain't for sich as us. Bottles. ''Sides you'n I has started out in the temperance racket, an* it hain't the thing for us to use budge. 14 EA(SS AND BOTTLES. Bot. Yer speakin' in a right toot now, Bags, I only mentioned the fact for fun. Can't you smuggle one of them tails, Bags? Rags. Hain't it stealin' ? Bot. Not if the court knows hisself, I paid for all that comes to this table in the way of grub. I own all but them dishes, spoons, forks and sich, an' — but hold up, I'll go put a flea in the fellow's ear who takes the checks, an' pay my bill. {rises, 2yulls tahle cloth, cthiwst drags dishes off Rags. Hold on, yer fast. Bot. So I am, too fast — that's what comes of bein* rich, now I'm all right, wait till I come back. {exit, c. Enter, Kev. Cleakstarch, slyly, he steals up hehind Bags who holds up and ajdmires her ring. Rev. C. {aside) 'Tis the very ring I lost in my purse ; she must have picked my pocket. I will go for an officer. {exit, c. Enter, Bottles, loith 'pax^er sack. Bot, It's all right. Bags, I told him as how I reckoned we'd have to make this feedin' last till next Thanksgivin', also that we wasn't bloated bankers, an' had hard diggin' for grub. He gave me this bag an' said I could take all we couldn't eat. Hain't it slick ? Rags. Well, I should smile — -Here's two jam tarts. {stuffing them in Bot. Hold on Bags, put the solids in fust, or ye'll smash 'em an' then they would be jam tarts, {they put in all the leavings) Now ready. Bags? Rags. Yep. Let me git my gloves on, an' my op'ra hat set square. {she takes his arm and sailing down stage, svyitches her train, knocking Bottles dowii) Bot. Was that you ? Rags. No, it was my train. Bot. "Well, look out how you switch it, or you'll run over me. Rags. Never mind, Fwcddy, your paws wich Bot. Come along me Jersey cabbage. Offering his arm — while she is fixing her train, Police en- ters and steps hetween, and takes hold of them. RAGS AND BOTTLES. W PoUee. Kids, I want you. Bot. You don't mean us ? I say, boss, you've got the wrong party. "We hain't done nothin', have we, Rags ? Hags. No, boo, hoo, hoc ! {crying Bot. What's the racket, boss? Police. Lifting a purse. Come on. {go up stage o. Enter, Brisket, l. u. e. Br'is. Sold on, officer, {they stojS) Say, what are you takin' those youngsters up for ? Police. Stealing a purse. Bris. Ah, that's a serious charge — Bot. But, sir — 'taint — Bris. Never mind my little man, your turn will come. Who said they stole it ? Enter, Rev. Clearstarch, c. Rev. C. {stepping forward) I did. Bris. And you said these children stole your purse ? How do you know they did ? Rev. C. Why, I know, that is, I think they did. Bris. "VYell, you're a blamed — Police. Come, none of that. Mr — let's see, your name ? Rev. C. Clearstarch. The Rev. Mr. Clearstarch. Bris. Good heavings ! • (laughs Police. Keep quiet. Well, Mr. Clearstarch, you can state your case. Rev. C. Um-aw ! yes sir. This morning I purchased a diamond ring for my daughter, I put the ring in my purse and the purse into my pocket. After walking several streets I came here for some refreshments. Upon wishing to pay my bill, I found my purse gone. I looked in all my pocket but to no avail. Previous to that in passing this girl I saw a diamond ring glisten on her finger. I thought I recognized it, but after missing my purse, I returned and looked closely at it and recognized it positively, and knew she must have taken the purse. The girl picked my pocket. Police. Sure of that, Mr. Clearstarch ? Rev. C. She must have done so ; how else could she have got the ring ? Police. And the ring and purse — 16 KAGS AND BOTTLES. Rev. C. The ring is on the girl's finger, and the purse I believe the boy has. Bot. Here they both is, boss, but you're wrong about Eags priggin' 'em. {gives them up Police. This seems a bad case. Now, my little man tell your story. Bot. If you please, sir, I'm only a boy, rough an' all that, sir, I swear sometimes an' — an' may be you wouldn't b'leve me. She'll tell all about it, you see she's only a girl what hain't got no friends in all the world but Bottles ; Bot- tles is me, sir. Rags is her name, she never swears an' — she never picked his pockets — I knows that 'cause I'm her guargen, you see — {turns toward her) Now, Rags, tell it all. The gospel shark can't hurt you. Rags, {stejjs forward wijnng her eyes) Please, mister perlice man, I hain't never done nothin' bad, Bottles he knows as how I didn't, an' Bottles alius was good to me, sir. He's gin me lots to eat when he hain't had nothin' himself so he has. Bot. But teil thehossifer how yer found the puss an' the boodle. Rags. Yer see I was pickin' rags down on Water street an' I seed sumthin' lyin' in a crack of the sidewalk. Think- in' as how it might belong to a man what had jist passed I picked it up an' runned arter him, but he'd got out of sight. So, thinkin' it might get lost for good if I put it back I kept it, an' Bottles said as how 'twas mine, an' as how it was a streak of luck seein' we was both hungry, an' we could have a jolly feed an — an — an— that's all. Police. It seems to me the girl tells the truth. Bris. Of course she has told the truth, the whole truth and nothin' but the truth, so help me bob, and that I'm will- in' to swear to. Police. What do you know about it, man ? Bris. I knows, and I kin swear that this unfortunate girl has told it just as it was. Police. How do you know this? Bris. Well, I saw her when she picked it up, saw her run to find the owner, saw her give it to her boy friend, and saw them both start off to get a good feed as she calls it. Furthermore I stand here and say from the bottom of my heart that I know both of them to be honest, square and RAGS AND BOTTLES 17 npright. They are unfortunate children of the street who make an honest living. They are poor, hut poverty is no crime. Officer, I am givin' it to you straight. Police. Then, Mr. Clearstarch, it appears you are wrong. Rev. C. Um-aw! Perhaps so. Bris. Perhaps so? Gol dumb you, don't you know so? Why don't you own you were mistaken, like a man ? Dumb it, I wouldn't give much for your religion if that's the way you practice it. I'd work charity and benevolence before I'd profess it. Police. Do you withdraw the charge ? Rev. C. Yes. Police. Then here is your ring and purse. You will not find the whole amount in, but of course having recovered your property you will be willing to donate that dinner for charity's sake as a reward for their finding your valuables. Rev. C. I suppose I will have to, perforce. Bris. Yes, and say, Mr. Minister, before you go, give us one of your tracts on charity and benevolence. Rev. C. My duty calls me elsewhere. {going Bris. All right — good day to you. Call again when you can't stay so long. Rev. C. {aside) Um-aw ! Deliver me from the Phil- istines, {exit G.,with Officer Bris. And now I have an offer to make you children. If you'll have me for your daddy, and promise to behave yourselves, I'll give you a home and do the square thing by you. Bot. Will ye ? honor bright, cross yer heart, ilags do you hear that ? Our butcher friend offers to 'dopt us as his own. Rags. Hain't he foolin'? Bot. No, I guess not — Say, boss, you ain't playin' it on us, ain't givin' us taffy ? Bris. No. Bot. All right, pop, Rags an' I's willin', an' you'll never hev reason to be sorry fer yer kindness, if I do so say it my- self. Hoop, Rags, I feel like spoutin' agin'. {struts Rags. I feels happy too. {dancing Bris. Well, then, since you both feel happy, suppose 18 RAGS AND BOTTLES. you sing and dance one of your pieces I see you practicing on my door step so often. Bot. All right, po]), we'll do it to please you, an' also our other friends in liont, whom we wish to always think kindly of the two wild waifs, Kags and Bottles. {all dance and sing CURTAIN. y iimes' Plays — GDntinuEd. ^ NO. 72 19 42 220 14a 218 224 Zii 154 184 209 13 66 116 120 103 50 140 74 35 47 95 11 99 82 182 127 228 106 139 231 23/5 69 1 158 23 208 212 32 186 44 33 57 217 165 195 159 171 180 48 138 115 65 232 137 40 3H 131 101 167 68 54 Br FARCES CONTINUED. Deuce is in Him 6 1 Did 1 Dieain it 4 %3 Domesric Felicity 1 1 Dutch Prize Fivluer 3 D.tchyvs. NiKger 3 Eh? Wi at Did You Say 3 1 Everybody Astonished 4 Fooling with the Wrong Man 2 1 Freezing a Mother-in-La\v... 2 1 Fun in a Post Uttiee 4 2 I'amily Discipline , 1 Goose with the Golden Eggs„ 5 3 Give Me Mv Wife 3 3 Han?, the Dutch J. P 3 1 Hash 4 2 H. M.S. Plum 1 1 IIow Sister Paxey got her Child Biiptiz d 2 1 How She has Own Way 1 3 How He Popped the Quest'n. 1 1 How t) Tame M-in-Law 4 2 How Stout Vour Getting 5 2 In the Wrong Box 3 In the AVrong Clothes 5 3 John Smith 5 3 Jumbo Jura _ 4 3 Killing Time 1 1 Kittle'- Wedding Cake 1 3 Lick Skillet Wedding 2 2 ]j uiderbaeh's Little Surprise 3 Ludi'ings for Two ; 3 Matrimonial Blis.s 1 1 Matcli lor a Mothcr-in-Law.. 2 2 More Blunders than one 4 3 Mother's Fool 6 1 Mr. and Mr.^. Pringle 7 4 Mr. Hudson's Tiger Hunt 1 1 My Heart's in Highlands 4 3 > y Precious Betsey 4 4 My Turn Next 4 3 M^ Wife's Kchitions 4 4 My Day and Now-a-Days 1 Obedience 1 2 On the Sly 3 2 Paddy Miles' Boy 5 2 Patent Washing Mochinc 4 i Persecuted Uutchnian 6 3 Poor Pilicody 2 3 Quiet Family 4 4 liough Diamond .t. 4 '■'> Ripples 2 Schnaps 1 1 Sewing Circle of P. riod 5 S. H. A. M. Pinafore 3 3 Somebody's Noljody •' 2 Stage Struck Yankee 4 2 Taking the Census 1 1 Thiit Mysterious B'dle 2 i; Tiie Bewitched Closet 5 'J. The Cigarette 4 2 The Coming Man _.... 3 1 Turn Him Out 3 2 The Sham Prof ssor 4 (i The Two T. J's 4 2 CANTATA. 215 On to Vic NO. 28 Thirty-three Next Birthday.. 142 Tit for Tat 213 Vermont Wool Dealer 151 Wanted a Husband 5 AYhen Women Weep 66 Wooing Under DiffieuUiei /O Whicti win he Marry _... Ki3 Widower's Trials 147- AYakiiig Him Up "" 15o Why they Joined the Re- beccas Ill Y'ankee Duelist ".. 167 I'aukee Peddler '. 4 3 1 7 3 ETHIOPIAN FARCES. 204 Academy of Stars 15 All Unhappy Pair 172 Black Shoemaker 98 Black Statue ."." 222 Colored Senators 214 Chops „... 145 Cuff's Luck .■."■.■.■.■.■■.■.■.■".■.■.■. 190 Crimps Trip 27 F'etter Lane to Gravesend.....' 230 Hamlet the Dainty Li3 Haunted HouSe 24 Handy Andy '.„.'. 23(1 1I.\ puchondriac 'The ."'.." 77 Joe's Vis t 88 Mischievous Nigger .'. 128 Musical Darkev ifO No Cure No Pay 61 Not as Deaf as He Seems..!!!! 234 Old Dad's Cabin 160 OldPompev 109 Other Peop'le's Children'.'.!.'.'.!.'.! 13t Pump's Pranks 177 Quarrelsome Servants 9o Rooms to Let 107 School !!.""." 133 Seeing Besting .'.'.'.'.!!.! 179 Sham Doctor 94 16,000 Years Ago !.".".".".!! 25 Sport with a Sportsman ! 92 Stage Struck Darkey 10 Stocks Up, Stocks Down 61 That Boy Sam 122 'riu> Select School 118 The Popcorn Man .•. 6 The Studio „ 108 Those Awful Boys 4 Twain's Dodging 197 Tricks 198 Uncle Jetf „ 170 U. S. Mail !.■■■■■■ 216 Vice Versa 206 Villkcns and Dinah .! 210 Virginia ."Mummy 203 AVho Stole the Chickens 206 William Tell 166.- Wig-Maker and His Servants GUIDE BOOKS. 17 Hints on Elocution 130 Hijits to Amateurs ory (witlT chorus) 25 cents 4 6 3 1 1 1 2 1 1 1 2 1 5 3 3 3 3 2 3 A LIBRARY OF CONGRESS r§t PLAYS RECENTLY P H-J PRICE 15 CENTa E 219 Rags and Bottles. Au original coim 001 381 479^ ft C' Tiiylor, 4 mules, I teinalu. A i)l!iy by the author of Tne Afflicted Family is suflioient guarantee ot its excellence. Hugs and J^ottles are two street waifc, and the play follows their fortunes through good and bad. An opportunity is given to introduce soTigs and dances. The balance of the characters are good. Costumes modern. Time of performance 1 1-2 hourg. 220 Dutcliey vs. Nigger. An original sketch in 1 scene, by James 0. Luster, .') males. A landlord li.i.-- two servants— one ji Dutchman, the other a negro, who are continually playinji tricks ui".n each other, which are very laughable. Time in |)Iiiying about 20 minutes. Costumes modern. 221 Solon Shingle; or the People's Liaixryer. A comedy in 2 acts, by .1. 8 .Jones. An e.xccilent pl:iy. and ea>ily put on the stage, the scenery not be- ing dithcult to arrange. Sunie ol the liest Cominlians have starred in the character of Solon Shingle. Costumes modern. Time of pwformance 1% hours. 222 The Colored Senators. An Ethiopian burlesque in 1 scene, by Bert Richards. .'! males. A very laughahle e.xperieiueof two darkey's, who became dead broke and hungr.v- their schemes to get a meal of the landlord of a "hotel, are very anmsirig. Costumes modern. Time of performance, 25 minutes. 223 Old Honesty. A Domestic drama in 2 acts, by John Madison Morton, .") males, 2 females. An e.\cellent play with a good moral, showing the truth of the old saying that "Honesty is the best Policy." Scenery, interiors. Costumes modern. Time about 2 hours. 224 Fooling -fb-ith the Wrong Man. An Original farce in 1 act, by Bert liiohaids, 2 ui.ih^s, 1 lemale. Character- .ire an Irishman who is not such a fool as he looks, a dude, and a society belle. The situations are very funny, and the farcin must be read to be appreciated. Costumes eccentric to suit. Time of perform- ance •"■;') minutes, 225 Cupids' Capers. A farce-comedy in .3 acts, by Bert Richards, 4 males, 4 tenuiles. U.ertiows \> itli fun from beginning to end. A lawyer, his son, a Dutch- man, and a negro are the ma;e characters. A giddy widow and her beautiful daugh- ter, a (ienuan servant girl, and the Irish hotel proprietress are the females. Costumes modern. Time of iierforiuance about 1 hour. 226 Brae the Poor House Girl. A drama in three acts, by C. L. Piper, 4 males, 4 females. The cliarm-ter of Brae, is a capital one for a scnbrette, after the style of Fanchon the l!rieket, etc. All characters are good. It abounds in fine situa- tions, and is a greiit success. (Costumes modern. Time of performance 2 hours. 227 Maud's Peril. A drama in 4 acts, by Watts Phillips, 5 males 3 females. A very i)opuU)rdiiima of the present time. Strong and sensational. English Cos- tumes of the present time. Easily put on the stage. Time 1 1-2 hours. 228 Liauderbauch's Liittle Surprise- An Original farce in one scene, by E. Henri B.iuuian. ■'> males. A roaring piece, the huiiior being aboutequally divid- ed between a Dutcliinan— a negro digu.sed as a woman, and a negro boy. Costumes modern. Place anywhere. Time of perforuianee 2U minutes, ' 229 The Mountebanks; A Specialty-drama in 4 acts, by Fred. Q. An- drews, 6 males J females. Two of the characters assume various disguises, at once eflective aud artistic. The drama is replete with tine situations, and unlookcd-tor developments. iMirth and giidiiess are well combined. Costumes modern. Time of perrorniaiH^e 2 hours. An .Vnieriean dram:i of the present time. 230 Hamlet the Dainty. An Ethiopian burlesque on Shakespeare's Hiimlet, by minutes. 231 Match for a Mother-in-Lia-w. A Comedietta in 1 act, by Wybert Reeve, H males, 2 lemales. The henpecked husband, his friend, a senant, the wife and the mother-in-law, constitutes the dramatis personie. Very suitable for private an minutes. 232 Stage Struck Yankee. A farce in 1 act, by 0. E. Durivage, 4 males. 2 females, ,-eenes, interiors. .\ Yankee becomes b.-idly stage struck, by seeing a play ill a l>arn. discards his affianced for an actress. The manner of his becoming disenchanted, is shown in the |>lay. It is full of laugh. Time 45 minutes. 233 Freezing a Mother-in-la-w. A farce in in 1 act, by T. E. Pemher- ton, :> males, 2 feiua es. Costumes modern. One interior scene. Old man 2 walk- ing gents, old woman, walking lady. A mother-in-law is to be frozen in order to gain her consent to her djiughter's marriage. She discovers the plot, substitutes water for the freezing fluid, yi-t pret'iids to be equally affectual by it. Time 45 minutes. 234 Old Dad's Cabin. An Ethiopian farce in one act, by Charles White, 2 males. 1 f' male. An c eel'eiit (l;Mke,\ pla\-, full ot good situations and sparkling dialogue. Cosliiiiies modern. Time JH miniiies.