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 My Aunt From Boggsville 
 
 INTERLUDE IN ONE ACT 
 
 RICHARD L. GREEN 
 
 Copyrighted 1899, by Richaku L. Green, Author and Owner 
 
My Aunt From Boggsville 
 
 INTERLUDE IN ONE ACT 
 
 RICHARD L. GREEN 
 
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 COPYKIQHTED 1899, BY RiCHARU L. GUEEN, AUTHOK AND OWNER 
 
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 JUN 25 1910 
 
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 ORDER DIVJSION I 
 
 JUN 26 1900 
 
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SliDi't >'<ijaiiish JJfiucc at curtain by Fa.nxy. 
 At Fixisji OF IJa.nce. 
 
 Well, 1 gTiess that will d<. ; a few mure lioiirs of prac- 
 tice and I will have brushed up my Dancing suihciently 
 to be featured by my Manager as the Modekx Cak- 
 VETTiA. He tells me that he will need a little money 
 to boom me iri the papers, so I have written to my aunt in 
 BoGCJSviLLE. She's got plenty of it, and has always 
 been stagestruck, and as I exi>ect her here very soon, I'll 
 go and ehajige my wardrobe, and when she gets here I'll 
 try and get her to put up the necessary cash, which always 
 helps to pave the road to success. 
 
 Exit. 
 
 Crash outside. Music and entrance of Pameeia, the 
 nuiit, with bundles, band-boxes, etc. 
 
 Ivy— 
 
 "Jumping beeswax!'' What do you think you're 
 doing ? Dumping a ton of coal ? I asked the clerk to 
 show me to room 1004. He put me into a little cage ; a 
 boy pulietl the string and shot me up to the roof. I 
 hunted for room 1004 for half an hour, and then the 
 chaml)erniaid told me it was on the story below. I tried 
 t(» tralk doAni the marble stairway, but my heels slipped 
 from under mo and I do believe I've fractured my ver- 
 miform appendix, as old Dr. Zeb. Skinner used to say. 
 
 I guess I aint hrol-e nothino', thoudi — not even the 
 Sabbath. 
 
 Enter — Faxxv {in dockev costume) : Sakes aVv 
 a :\[an ! 
 
 (Ivy about to rush out.) 
 
Fa.nxy — 
 
 Wt'll, if it, ain't Pa.melia. (Embraces her.) 
 ( liizz. of Pa.mei.ia drop|)ing all bundles,) 
 
 P a:\ik 1. 1 A — 
 
 How you seairt nie in them togs. I thong'ht yon were 
 a real man. 
 
 Faxxy — 
 
 Let me take vonr things, aimtie, and make yourself 
 right at hon.ie ; everything is on the social order here, in 
 the Bunker Hill Honse. 
 
 Pa:mklia^ — 
 
 Oh, I knew it was some kind of a bnnco honse as soon 
 as I got in. I asked for a room, and the clerk showed 
 me a big book that was mounted on a wdieel of fortune on 
 the counter, an' he gin it a twist. Says he : '" Put your 
 name down." Says I : ''Xo you don't, j\lr. Bunco; I've 
 heard .of you to home at Boggsville. You can't find out 
 my name and then try and flim-flam me out of my wallet. 
 My brother Seth Hnckins knows a thing or two, and he 
 told me all about Boston and them Ijuneom Steers I'd be 
 likely to meet there." 
 
 Then says he again : "Put your name down here on 
 this register, or you'll get fired." Then / got all-fired 
 iuad and says I : "You can't put me out. I've come here 
 to meet my niece, whose an actor, and I'll bet six shill- 
 ing there ain't a man among you that dare tackle me." 
 
 Faxxy (laughs) — 
 
 Did they take you up ? 
 
 Pamelia — 
 
 Xo, but the elevator boy did : so here I be. 
 
 Faxxy— 
 
 Well, auntie, I am in need of a little money, and know- 
 ing that you have always been anxious to go upon the 
 stage, I thought I'd get you to put up a few hundred dol- 
 lars into a little theatrical venture I have got on hand. 
 My desire is to enter Vaudeville and do a sketch with 
 your assistance. Sit down, and I'll show you just one of 
 my little dances, to give you an idea. 
 
 (Faxxy does Skip})ing Pope Dance and off.) 
 
I\'v applauds — 
 
 Ain't she spry i Puts me in mind of Ilimrams Jones' 
 cow. She could take a 4-baiTed gate and thiidv nothin' 
 of it. 
 
 Well, I'll show her what her old auntie can do. Just 
 cut me oft" a yard of ribbon. 
 
 ( Ivy sings a s<»iig. ) 
 
 (At finish of song Fax.w enters in Chinese costume.) 
 
 Fa.xnv — 
 
 Why anntie, I never thought you coidd sing as good as 
 that. 
 
 Ivv— 
 
 Oh, I don't know; d<.ii't forget that the <ilder the in- 
 strument the more iiudlnw the sound. 
 
 ( Fax.w laughs, while Ivy says:) 
 l>nt, gracious goodness, what are yon going t<» do in 
 that era/y (piih rig, child i 
 
 Fanxy — 
 
 Why, auntie. The ( hiiig-My-O, or Idealistic Dance of 
 the Heathen Chinee. I will ask yon to help me out in 
 this. You will find tho necessary wardrobe inside. 
 Watch me and do just as I (1<\ 
 
 (Chinese dance, lirst half; second half enters Tvv and 
 beats f())n-fom, and burles(]ue finish of dance.) 
 
 Ivv— 
 
 F^xcus^- me of that Heathen Chinese business. I don't 
 like it nohow. Let's try something within the l)ounds 
 of civilization. 
 
 Fax XV — 
 
 All i-ii:ht, auntie. 
 
 TUK S.MOKKV MoKKS FiXISU AXD OkF. 
 
jUN 251900 
 
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