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 Joe Blueskin 
 
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 THE DRAMATIC PUBLISHING COMPANY 
 
JACK SHEPPARD AND 
 
 JOE BLUESKIN 
 
 OR 
 
 AMATEUR ROAD AGENTS 
 fH>eIo2>ramatic Burlesque iu @ne Hct 
 
 FRANK' DUMONT 
 
 AUTHOR OF " THE CAKE WALK," " FALSE COLORS," ETC. 
 
 
 OCT 31 1897 
 ru/ft TOPltWSEIVED 
 
 CHICAGO 
 THE DRAMATIC PUBLISHING COMPANY 
 
CAST OF CHARACTERS. 
 
 Jack Sheppard Hughey Dougherty. 
 oe Blueskin Matt Wheeler. 
 onathan Wild Frank Dumont. 
 
 Owen Wood. 
 Mrs. Susan Wood. 
 Robert Cash. 
 
 Police, Neighbors, etc. 
 Plays twenty minutes 
 
 Copyright, 1897, by the Dramatic Publishing Company, Chicago. 
 
 Notice. — The professional acting rights of this play are reserved by 
 the publishers, from whom written permission must be obtained before 
 production. All persons giving unauthorized performances will be 
 prosecuted to the full extent of the law. This notice does not apply to 
 amateurs, who may perform the play without permission. 
 
 PROPERTIES. 
 
 Old carpet bag. Baby. Large dummy dog. Tin dish of food. 
 Slices of bread. Tray. Pistol for Wild. Cane for Tack. Tomato can 
 and ragged handkerchief for Cash. Document for Wild. Large cigar 
 for Joe. 
 
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,'ACK SHEPPARD AND JOE BLUESKIN. 
 
 [Scene. — Landscape at back, 3 E. Cottage L. 2 e. Table 
 and chairs c. Susan discovered with crying baby.~\ 
 
 Susan. I can't keep this young one quiet. I've sung myself 
 hoarse. Given it paregoric and pap ; but it's no use — it won't 
 keep quiet. It annoys the entire neighborhood. I'll take it 
 back in the kitchen and put it in the cupboard nnd shut the 
 door — then it can scream or go to sleep if it wants to. [Baby 
 squalls. Ex. into cottage. Enter Jack, followed by Joe 
 R. 2 E.] 
 
 Jack. Come along — you're the worst highwayman I ever 
 saw. You're too skeered— why don't you brace up ? Steal 
 something, kill somebody — have some style about you. Read 
 dime novels and be a hero. 
 
 Joe. \With carpet-bag.] I don't care about any style. 
 You're always stealing something that ain't no use at all. Why 
 don't you steal something to eat ? That's business. I can't live 
 on old iron and spoons. I want food — that's what I live for ! 
 
 Jack. All the time growling about something to eat. I 
 never saw such a feller, you'd ruin anybody the way you eat. 
 I can't find food for you all the time. Why don't you work or 
 earn some grub ? You haven't stolen enough to keep you in 
 pea-nuts. You're the worst robber I ever saw. 
 
 Joe. Well, people lock up all de valuables so I can't find 
 them. They hide bread and meat and all such things. I don't 
 know where to look for them. I want to go home — I'm tired 
 of being a road agent. 
 
 Jack. You'll have Jonathan Wild after us the first thing you 
 know. If he once puts his claws on you, off to jail you go. 
 
 Joe. I wish I was in jail, I'd get something to eat. 
 
 Jack. I'm not going to feed you any more until you do 
 something. I've had to murder and rob everybody. You've 
 got to find your own living after this. I'm tired of supporting 
 you— do you hear ? 
 
 5 
 
6 JACK SHEPPARD AND JOE BLUESKIN. 
 
 Joe. Oh, I wish I had cheek — I know what I'd do. I'd run 
 into a bake shop and steal a loaf of bread. Oh, wouldn't I eat 
 it! 
 
 Jack. [Goes to table. ,] Landlord! Landlord ! [Knocks 
 with stick or dagger.] 
 
 Joe. Landlord ! Landlord ! [Pounds with carpet-sack. 
 Jack hits him over knuckles.] 
 
 Jack. Shut up. You're making as much noise as if you 
 were a first-class highwayman. 
 
 Joe. [Rubbing knuckles.] I'm going to stop reading dime 
 novels, and trying to be a highwayman — I'm going to be honest. 
 
 Jack. Ha ! ha ! You're the sickest pal I ever saw. You're 
 afraid of your own shadow. Why don't you read about the 
 robbers and learn something? I thought you said. you was 
 going to imitate Blueskin and help me "Jack Sheppard " ? 
 Instead of that you're eating me out of everything I steal. I'll 
 have to shake you. [Knocks.] Landlord ! Landlord ! [Bus.] 
 
 Joe. [Both sit at table.] Landlord. Landlord. [Enter 
 Owen Wood/nwz cottage.] 
 
 Wood. Ah ! two travellers. I hope, gentlemen, you have not 
 waited very long. I did not hear you at first. 
 
 Joe. Is dinner ready ? 
 
 Jack. [Hits table.] Silence, sir ! 
 
 J6e. Ain't you going to let me speak to the man ? 
 
 Jack. [To Wood.] You will please bring me some bread 
 and some smear kase. 
 
 Joe. And a little piece of cheese. 
 
 Jack. [Hits table.] Cheese it — no, sir, you can't have any 
 cheese. It's bad for your teeth. 
 
 Wood. I'll bring you some bread and smear kase in a few 
 moments. [Ex. into cottage.] 
 
 Jack. Now, sir, I want you to keep quiet. I haven't got a 
 cent, and if you go on talking about eating, the landlord will 
 " smell a mice " and refuse to give us anything. [Enter "Wood, 
 with plate of bread and tin dish of smear kase. He places it 
 on table. Joe rubs his hands and i?i great glee prepares to 
 eat.] 
 
 Jack. I'll settle for this, sir, before leaving. 
 
 Wood. Well, I don't know about this. 
 
 Joe. Here's security. [Holds up bag.] 
 
 Wood. Never mind. You, sir. [To Jack.] I know you 
 look like an honest man. I wish I could say as much for your 
 companion. [Ex. cottage.] 
 
 Jack. See that, the landlord has dropped on you — he'd drive 
 
JACK SHEPPARD AND JOE BLUESKIN. 7 
 
 you away if it wasn't for me. You're so frightened that every- 
 body suspects you. Throw away that darned old carpet-bag. 
 
 Joe. No, I won't. I found it this morning and I'm going to 
 keep it. It belongs to me now. Let's tackle this food before it 
 gets stale. [Gets ready to eat.] 
 
 Jack, [Pulls dishes away.) No, sir, you don't get any of 
 this. 
 
 Joe. [Drawls astonished.] 'W-w-what ! What ! 
 
 Jack. I say you don't get any of this ; if you want anything 
 to eat go and earn it. Go and steal something. Only gentle- 
 men eat bread and smear kase. 
 
 Joe. Don't I get a whiff ? 
 
 Jack. [Eats.] No, sir, not a smell. [Gives Joe a crumb.] 
 There, that's enough for you. 
 
 Joe. I'm going to do something. [Takes tin plates and 
 spoons, puts them in carpet-bag.] Now I've stolen something, 
 
 Wood. [Entering.] Gentlemen, have you finished your 
 lunch ? 
 
 Joe. He ate up his. I didn't care about any. I'll go in 
 with you and eat something. 
 
 Jack. Stop ! Don't mind that lunatic, sir — he's gone crazy 
 on the subject of eating — he's a regular glutton. I have to 
 watch him day and night and diet him, or he'd eat himself to 
 death. 
 
 Joe. [Bus. with clothes.] Does that look as if I was eating 
 myself to death ? 
 
 Wood. [To Jack.] Now, sir, I'll receive my pay for that 
 lunch. 
 
 Jack. Certainly. Certainly. 
 
 Joe. Now he's stuck. He ain't got a cent. I'm glad I 
 didn't eat. I'll slip in the house to see if I can't find some 
 potato skins or something. [Ex. in house.] 
 
 Jack. [Searching in pockets.] Really, I can't find any 
 small change. I must see my friend. Where is he ? Ah ! 
 gone to change a hundred dollar bill no doubt. He will return 
 in a few moments. 
 
 Wood. Where are the plates and spoons I left on the table ? 
 
 Jack. Confound that fool ! Ah yes — the servant — I mean 
 your wife — came out and took them in. 
 
 Wood. I'm glad she did. I'd hate to lose them. [Enter 
 Jonathan Wild l.] 
 
 Wild. Ah ! landlord, a bottle of wine. Quick ! I have no 
 time to lose. 
 
 Wood. Yes, sir- — right away. [Exits.] 
 
8 JACK SHEPPARD AND JOE BLUESKIN. 
 
 Wild. [Aside.] That looks like the very fellow I'm after. 
 Yet my papers say there were two. Where is the other ? [Enter 
 Wood with bottle and glass, which he sets on table.] 
 
 Wood. There, sir, is your wine. 
 
 Wild. [Fills glass and drinks .] That's good wine. [Enter 
 Joe, smoking a cigar.] 
 
 Jack. Where did you get that cigar ? Give it to me. 
 
 Joe. Go and earn your cigars. Steal 'em, same as I do. 
 Only "gentlemen " smoke dollar cigars. [Struts and smokes.] 
 
 Jack. [6V<?j Wild.] Ah ! there's Jonathan Wild. If he recog- 
 nizes us we are in the soup ; we'd better git out of this. [Joe 
 struts up to the table and takes the bottle, pours out wine and 
 drinks. Smacks his lips.] 
 
 Joe. [To Jack.] I say — my — friend — Jack — have a glass 
 of wine ? You won't ? Well, I won't urge you. Here's luck. 
 [Drinks again. Jack trying to catch his eye to call him 
 away.] 
 
 Wild. Well, that's cool. 
 
 Joe. It would be a little " cooler " if you'd put ice in it. 
 [Struts over to L., smoking. Jack R-, trying to catch his eye.] 
 
 Joe. He wants to beat me out of this cigar. [Smokes.] 
 
 Wild. [Shows papers.] Landlord, I'm after two thieves. 
 Two desperate highwaymen. If you see any parties prowling 
 about here, you will notify the police at once. I believe their 
 names are "Jack Sheppard " and "Joe Blueskin," and I'm after 
 them. [Draws pistol.] 
 
 Joe. [Drops cigar and trembles.] Oh! I'm a goner ! 
 
 Jack. [Motioning.] Keep quiet — they'll suspect you. 
 
 Wild. A reward of fifty dollars is offered for their capture — 
 dead or alive. One of them has a carpet sack which he always 
 carries about with him. 
 
 Joe. Oh, Lord ! [Throws bag over to Jack.] 'Tain't mine. 
 It don't belong to me. 
 
 Jack. I don't want it. [Kicks it back.] 
 
 Joe. It don't belong to me. [Kicks it.] 
 
 Jack. [Kicks it.] Keep that bag over there. [Bus ad lib.] 
 
 Wild. You will remember, sir, to keep on the lookout for 
 these men ; arrest them and I'll give you half of the reward. 
 [Looks at Jack and Joe. Joe points to Jack. Jack points to 
 Joe. Wild exits R. after replacing pistol in belt.] 
 
 Wood. Well, gentlemen, it is growing late and we must soon 
 retire. 
 
 Joe. Do you have supper before retiring ? 
 
 Wood. No, sir, I've had supper. 
 
JACK SHEPPARD AND JOE BLUESKIN. 9 
 
 Joe. Shook again. Oh, will I ever eat ? [Enter Robert 
 Cash, L., with tin can j goes to Wood.] 
 
 Cash. Mr. Wood ! Here is the rent of the house, that I 
 owe you. I'm sorry I couldn't pay you before. 
 
 Wood. Never mind — better late than never. [Takes can.] 
 Is the money in this can ? 
 
 Cash. Yes, sir. Five dollars in pennies. 
 
 Jack and Joe. Five dollars in pennies! Oh ! 
 
 Joe. Is there so much money in de world ? 
 
 Wood. Much obliged, Mr. Cash — I'll put this in the safe ! 
 [Turns,] 
 
 Cash.. [Takes out handkerchief.] All right, sir. [Going:] 
 
 Joe. Say, how late is it ? 
 
 Cash. [Going,] I have no watch, sir, I don't know. [Joe 
 goes behind him and steals the handkerchief as Cash replaces 
 it in his coat-tail pocket. It is all ragged. Cash exits R.] 
 
 Joe. [ Unfolds handkerchief.] He blows an awful bugle. 
 [Hides handkerchief.] 
 
 Wood. Well, gentlemen, I must retire. 
 
 Jack. And so must I. Have you a room to spare ? 
 
 Wood. No, sir — I have a cot that will hold one. 
 
 Jack. I'll take it. 
 
 Joe. Well, where do I repose ? 
 
 Jack. You ? You sleep in the barn. That's good enough 
 for you. 
 
 Wood. Very well, sir, you will find your bed in the attic. 
 Retire as soon as you can. Good-night. I must give this can 
 to my wife. Good-night. [Exits house.] 
 
 Jack. Good-night. Say, Joe, did you see that can full of 
 money ? We must get that. 
 
 Joe. Oh, I don't care about that — I know where there's a 
 ham. A whole ham. I saw the old woman put it in the pantry 
 while I was in the house. I'm agoing for that ham — you can 
 get the money — I want to eat. 
 
 Jack. Very well. Ah ! the lights go out ! They're going 
 to bed. Now's our time. [Stage dark.] Be cautious and make 
 no noise. [Bus. Gets Icmtem from wing. Music. Pizz.] 
 Step light ! [Joe tumbles over chairs and tables — Jack very 
 mad. They finally exit in cottage. Enter Jonathan Wild at 
 \ back.] 
 
 Wild. I knew they were the two fellows I was after. Now 
 I've got them in a tight place. I'll get the big bloodhound and 
 they will not escape me. Before morning I'll have them both in 
 jail. Perhaps they are at their bloody work now. I'll keep my 
 
10 JACK SHEPPARD AND JOE BLUESKIN. 
 
 eyes open. I'll have the police ready and get the dog so he can 
 track them to their hiding place. {Exit L. Enter Joe from 
 cottage with baby, groping in dark.] 
 
 Joe. How dark it is — but I've got the ham. It was laying in 
 the cupboard wrapt in cloth, but I found it. I've got it. 
 {Trips over chair — drops baby. ~\ There goes my ham. {Baby 
 wakes and commences to squall.] What the deuce is this ? 
 This ain't a ham ! I've got a hold of something alive. Hush ! 
 hush ! {Bus.] Shut your mouth. {Tries to quiet child j 
 shoves it in carpet bag as Mrs. Wood with lighted candle 
 enters in nightgown.] 
 
 Mrs. Wood. Who is making all this noise ? 
 
 Joe. Scat there ! Darn those cats ! [Sits on carpet-bag 
 to hide it and keep baby quiet.] 
 
 . Mrs. Wood. Don't make so much noise, go to sleep. {Turns 
 to enter cottage. Joe comes behind and blows out candle, trips 
 up Mrs. Wood and shoves her in cottage. She cries, " Help, 
 murder, thieves" etc. Joe catches up carpet-bag to run off j 
 baby squalling. Jack enters with tin can.] 
 
 Jack. What the deuce are you doing, waking up the whole 
 house ? Come, I've got the money. Let's skip out of this. 
 
 Joe. No — I want to get that ham. 
 
 Jack. Come on, I tell you. {Noise inside. Mr. and Mrs. Wood 
 rim out. Joe throws carpet-bag afMxs. Wood and knocks her 
 down. Jack stabs Wood. He falls. Loud barking of dogs 
 heard. As Jack and Joe run to L. to escape, Jonathan Wild 
 enters with levelled pistol.] 
 
 Wild. Surrender, or I'll shoot you both. 
 
 Jack. Never — I'll die game. [Wild f res, Jack falls — dies. 
 Barking heard. Shouts, "This way" " Follow" etc. Music. 
 Joe rushes to escape, L. and returns with big stuffed dog tied 
 to coat tails or holding him by hind legs or neck. All charac- 
 ters and police enter R. and L. All shout " Seek him, Tiger," 
 " Shake him up," etc. Dog and 'Joe struggle. Burlesque death 
 
 of Joe Blueskin.] 
 
 CURTAIN. 
 
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