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From Upper Seven 10 1 1 Grandma Gibbs of the Red Cross 8 9 Honeymoon Flats 6 8 The Hoodoo 6 12 The Hurdy Qurdy Girl 9 9 Johnny's New Suit 2 5 Local and Long Distance i 6 Lost—A Chaperon 6 9 The Loving Cup 4 9 The Man Who Went 7 3 Mrs. Briggs of the Poultry Yard 4 7 Much Ado About Betty 10 12 No Trespassing 6 5 Our Wives 7 4 Pa's New Housekeeper 3 2 Professor Pepp 8 8 The Rebellion of Mrs. Barclay 3 6 A Regiment of Two 6 4 Sally Lunn 3 4 The Slacker 2 7 Step Lively 4 10 The Submarine Shell 7 4 Teddy, or The Runaways 4 4 The Time of His Life 6 3 The Troubling of Bethesda Pool 2 12 Valley Farm 6 6 The Village School Ma'am 6 5 Willowdale 7 5 Time 2 hrs. IK ;^ 2 'A 2 2 2 2 >^ 2 2 2 2 2 Ya ^Ya 2>^ Ya 2 2 2X 2>^ ^Yz 2 2X Price Royalty 2SC Free 25c Special 25c Free 25c / Fleurette & Co. CHARACTERS Mrs. Margaret Paynter, a society woman, Madame Dufour, her visitor. Entirely unexpected. Scene. — Mrs. Paynter's sitting-room, in the Hotel Splendid. Time. — Late afternoon. PROPERTIES Table telephone. Three or four tradesmen's bills. A lady's hand-bag. Some beaded chains or small bags. A photograph of two pretty little children. " A letter in envelope (opened). A fountain pen. A ring. A second letter (not in envelope). Copyright, 1919, by Essex Dane As author and proprietor Professional stage and moving -picture rights reserved ©CI.D 51780 '^'m 10/9/9 PLEASE NOTICE The acting rights in this play are strictly reserved by the author. Applications for its use should be addressed to Miss Essex Dane, care of Thomas Cook & Son, 561 Fifth Avenue, New York City. 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I Fleurette & Co, The scene is Mrs. Paynter's sitting-room in the Hotel Splendid. (At rise of curtain, Margaret Paynter is at the telephone, which is on the table. She is waiting anxiously for her number, evidently in a nervous and highly excited condition. Directly she gets it, she speaks eagerly and as if very much distressed.) Marg. Is this Miss Hunter's apartment? This is Margaret Paynter. Is this you, AHce? Oh, my dear, I'm in such trouble ! Listen. Did you find anything of mine after I left your apartment the other night? {Lis- tens.) No? Alice, I've got myself in a terrible mess. Jack Harwood — (listens) yes, ''my'' Jack Harwood — he sent me an awfully foolish letter after that supper at Larchmont last Friday — No — please don't joke ! This is quite serious. Did you find that letter? (A knock at the door; not loud. Marg. does not pay any attention.) I've lost it — envelope and all — I v^as hoping I might have dropped it in your apartment. I wouldn't have lost it for worlds. Why not? It's one of those letters that would be worth any money to counsel in divorce proceedings — it could be twisted to mean anything! It might cause all kinds of trouble with my husband away in Europe. You know what Harry is — he'd never believe (Listens.) Yes, I know it's my own fault — I was bored to death with loneliness. (Knock is repeated softly. Marg, turns im- patiently, then back to the telephone.) You're sure it isn't about anywhere? (Listens.) Goodness! Isn't that awful! Where can I have (The door opens 6 FLEURETTE & CO. quietly, and at the slight sound, she turns. A woman stands in the doorway. She is smartly hut quietly dressed, and is rather thickly veiled. She speaks with a French accent. M arc, irritably.) What is it? Woman. Pardon. I'm afraid I'm in the wrong room. Marg. I'm sure you are. Woman. The right number was on the door -^ Marg. There's a bell — you should ring it. Who let you up? {She speaks in the 'phone.) I'll ring you up later — there's some one here now. (Puts back receiver.) Woman. What floor is this? Marg. The sixth. Woman. And mine is the seventh! Ah, don't be angry ! It is a mistake. Marg. (slightly mollified). You should be more care- ful. Woman. I'm so tired. . . . I've been out all day trying to get orders for some friends of mine — blinded soldiers — who make these pretty things. (She takes some beaded chains out of her hand-bag. ) Look ! Marg. Oh, now — if you're going to ask me for sub- scriptions, charities, money — I tell you I can't do it. I've reached my limit. , Woman. We all say that — and believe it — and yet we go on and on. Marg. I dare say. But this is the wrong moment. I'm in great trouble. I've lost something of great im- portance Now please go. Woman. Could / help you? Marg. (surprised). You! Woman (looking at her). Perhaps? Marg. Really — you have assurance ! Woman. I am aware I am a stranger— brought here by accident — but you say you are in trouble Marg. (icily). I decline to discuss Woman. And have lost something of Marg. (finally). It's no business of yours. Woman (not in the least disconcerted by the rebuff). Patience a moment ! I am unknown to you — that is true. But I have a letter here (putting her hand in her bag) — signed by the French Consul — to prove that the trinkets FLEURETTE & CO. 7 which I am showing are authentic. (Holds out letter.) Won't you look at it ? Marg. I don't see what use Woman. Oh, but 3'^^. I — I have a certain gift — Avhat you call " second sight " — clairvoyance — whatever you like (Quickly. ) Oh, I do nothing for money — it is no question of that — but, if I were to succeed — if I recover your lost property, I might ask you to give a little order for (indicating the chains) — these. Won't you let me try ? Marg. (weakening and tempted). It's not to be thought of ! Woman. If I fail, there is no harm done ! Marg. I don't know anything about you. Woman (holding out letter). This — from the French Consulate — will satisfy you I am somebody who is not — nobody! (Marg. takes the letter and looks at it grudgingly.) Marg. (reading). " That Madame Dufour " — (looks up) Dufour — that's your name? (Madame Dufour in- dines her head.) "That Madame Dufour is personally known to me " — " and I have pleasure in stating " — hum — " wife of a French officer " — " authentic articles made by disabled French " Mme. Du. (reaching for the letter which Marg. hands back). You see? I am a person of some — importance. Marg. That's all right. Really — it's such a queer thing to do! (Sceptically and airily.) Well, you may try. But I don't promise to bity anything, mind ! What do you propose to do ? Mme. Du. Ah ! (She goes to the table, and puts her bag on the table beside her; then puts back her veil.) Now if you will give me some little thing belonging to you — something you have worn Marg. (disparagingly). Oh, I've seen that kind of trick ! (She takes off a ring.) Here — will this do? Mme. Du. (taking it). That is all right. (She looks at ring.) Merci, Madame. (She sits.) You may talk for a moment (she holds out the ring in her left hand, 8 FLEURETTE & CO. her fingers closed on ?/)— while the picture is develop- ing — growing clear./ {She holds the ring to her forehead for a moment.) Marg. That's unusual! You're not like the others. They ask for lights out, and silence — then, some one screams: "Don't do that!" or "My pocket's been picked ! " D'you know, I'm rather glad you came in now, for I was — — Mme. Du. Ssh ! You must not talk nozv — the picture is developing very quickly — it is growing clear already. Marg. Mind, I shan't tell you anything! Not the least clue. Mme. Du. {smiling). It is not necessary. Ah! It is easy to see you are in much trouble ! It is wound around and around about you like a cocoon. Marg. You heard me say that. Mme. Du. Ssh ! I see a woman — beautifully dressed, but on everything she wears there are strange marks and ugly stains. People point at them and laugh. I see her trying to rub them away, but they will not go ; they spoil all she wears. They are — numbers — and — figures. Rows and rows of figures. {Suddenly.) Why do you not pay your hills, Madame? Marg. {staring at her). How did you know that! Mme. Du. Ssh ! There comes another picture now. A woman who walk up and down — up and down a room — unhappy, impatient. I see two fair, pretty children. They say : '* Maman is sad ! " " Pourquoi pleures tu maman ? Tu es malheureuse ? " Who is the woman ? Do you know her ? Marg. I haven't an idea. Mme. Du. She would not come into the picture un- less she were connected with you in some way. A friend, perhaps — or one of the people to whom you owe money. A milliner, — a hair-dresser, perhaps — or a dressmaker? Marg. {laughing and shaking her head). Oh, my dressmaker is probably a Jew syndicate — most of these smart dressmakers are. Or an overdressed person with more^ money than I have. I have only seen the em- ployees of " Fleurette & Company." FLEURETTE & CO. 9 Mme. Du. *' Fleurette & Company " ? I have heard of them. Marg. New people in Fifty-sixth Street, who came over after the war. Mme. Du. Some one I know is employed there — a woman whose husband was one of those brave blue devils of France. Marg. They are pestering me with the most shameful bills for the gowns I had for Palm Beach last year. Mme. Du. Last year ! You owe " Fleurette & Com- pany " money for a year — eh ? Marg. (laughing). I can keep people waiting for their money longer than any woman in New York. Mme. Du. So? Marg. They sent a letter yesterday, insisting on pay- ment. My reply was to send back the last gown they made me, saying I hadn't worn it, and it wasn't satis- factory. That is the way to treat them ! They won't get money out of me by threatening me. {Laughs.) Mme. Du. {quietly). No? Ssh . . . you disturb the pictures. Marg. {with a start). Oh, I forgot! Tell me — what about my 1 — er — my lost property? Mme. Du. {holding her right hand out and closing her eyes again). I see now a figure of a woman — before a bureau — searching — searching everywhere Marg. {very interested) . Ah — you're getting nearer! {A little pause.) Mme. Du. She will never find what she seeks. Marg. {leaning forward intent). Because — be- cause Yes ? Mme. Du. She must look far away — oh, very far ! What she seek is not in her room — it is not in her house. {She breaks off.) It is harrd to see Marg. {leaning forward, very intently). Try — try Mme. Du. {as if seeing with difficidty). Oh — such a long distance off! Such a little darrk place — darrk and small, and stuffy — with an odor of — {sniffing) perfume. Marg. {same tone). Goon 10 FLEURETTE & CO. Mme. Du. Lying where no one take notice, for many, hours. {Suddenly.) Ah! Marg. What has happened ? Mme. Du. It is being moved — hfted — brought into a big room where there is chatter of voices, laughter and movement. A covering is taken avv^ay — a hand touches the — object — it draws it to the hght. I cannot see, quite — what {Pause.) A — letter? Yes — it is a letter. Marg. {quite serious and in a strange voice). Are you imagining all this ? Mme. Du. {as if Marg.'s voice had brought her back to co7tsciousness of her presence, gives a slight start, and looks at her). No, Madame, I see it clearly. Marg. {greatly impressed). That's strange! {Breath- lessly.) Well — where is it nowf Mme. Du. It is — in the darrk again. And it travels — it moves this way. {She stops.) Marg. What next? Mme. Du. It travels slowly . . . stopping some- times — through streets — now, through the foyer of a hotel — it stop at a doorway. {A tiny pause.) It is very near now — quite close to the personne to whom it be- long — and now — it stop.' Marg. {quite carried away). You mean ? Mme. Du. That only a few yarrds from where you are standing Marg. {looking round the room). You see it? Mme. Du. I know where to place my hands on it. {They look at each other.) Marg. You've only just come into this room, and {A little pause; suddenly a light breaks upon her and she utters a cry.) Oh! I understand! You have found it! You've found it, and you've brought it here ! You took this way to tell me! You mean that you've got it — and you've brought it to give it back to me {She looks at her.) That's it! Am I right? Mme. Du. {looking at her strangely; after a pause). Not — quite. (Mme. Du. rises and puts the ring dowfi on table.) FLEURETTE & CO. II Marg. {mystified). "Not — quite?" — but you have it? Of course you have it! Then why don't you give it to me ? Mme. Du. {meaningly) . Because — that is not quite the right way to ask — and obtain. Marg. {mystified, but in a tone of relief). But you have found it, thank goodness ! Mme. Du. {dryly). No. Thank me. I have it — yes. But not to give. Marg. {staring at her). ** Not — to give"? Mme. Du. You said, " Thank goodness." Now, / am not " goodness " ; I am a very beesness-hke personne. Marg. {zvatching her keenly). Go on. Mme. Du. This letter has a — certain value. Marg. {very quickly). Only to me — to no one else . . . and if you know it has a value, you're admitting that you have read it — of course you've read it ! You've read my private letter — you know what it contains ! Mme. Du. {looking at her keenly). Yes . . , " Mrs." Paynter. {A pause. The two women look straight in each other's eyes.) Marg. {understanding all that the look implies, droops her head). I see. {Raising her head suddenly and speaking angrily. ) YouVe no right to it ! How dare you read it! I don't care how it came into your hands — it doesn't belong to you. What are you going to do about it? (Mme. Du. shrugs her shoidders; per- emptorily.) I'm waiting for you to hand it over. Well ? {A pause. They face each other. Mme. Du. smiles a curious smile. Marg., with a cry.) Oh! Blackmail! That's what you're after — you mean that — do you? You're a blackmailer. How abominable! One of those loathsome wretches who thumbscrew and terrorize people when they have them in their power ! Mme. Du. {softly). Who said any one was in my — power? Marg. {with a sharp note of fear behind her threat). You had better be careful what you are doing! You're trying a very dangerous game. 12 FLEURETTE & CO. Mme. Du. (still softly). I will take the risque — (with a certain inflection) ''Mrs." Paynter. So then, you admit Marg. (very quickly). 1 Sidmit nothing! Don't think you've got me frightened. I'll telephone the office and (She puts her hand on the receiver to lift it.) Mt^ie. Du (putting her hand over Marg/s, swiftly, stopping her). And what? Do you really suppose I am so foolish as to have brought the original here? If you call any one — I shall know nothing. I have noth- ings — you can prove nothing — and you w^U gain nothing. But — to-morrow you will read your letter in the perr- sonal column of the newspapers — names and dates — and be sure a copy will reach your husband — Capitaine Harry Paynter, now on duty with the American Navy, in Europe. See? (Dropping her threatening and again speaking szveetly.) Having put that clearly, we can dis- cuss beesness. (Marg. stands in check, considering her next move.) Marg. (after a moment). You've got me, haven't you! (Mme. Du. shrugs her shoulders, deprecating the idea.) Come to business, then. What do you hope to get for it? Mme. Du. (sweetly), jyo/'e is uncertain . . . and I have no uncertainty. You will buy — on my terrms. Marg. If you're grasping, you'll defeat yourself. I'm badly in debt. M^iE. Du. Oh, I won't be too harrd. So you're heavily in debt, eh ? What do you owx ? Whom do you owe ? Marg. (her hand to her forehead). Everybody. Garage — milliner — dressmaker — florist Mme. Du. Representing roughly ? Marg. (her hand to her head). I don't know ex- actly — let me see: Garage, four or five hundred — mil- liner, three hundred and fifty — florist, a hundred and fifty — I think — " Fleurette & Company " — " Fleurette & Company's " the worst Mme. Du. My friend who work there say " Fleur- ette " is a woman who have a family to keep FLEURETTE & CO. I 3 Marg. (mdifferently). I don't know anything about my tradespeople. Mme. Du. (contempHioiisly) . Oh, no, of course not. Women Hke you take their time, their skill, their brains, and give nothing — nothing but contempt. Marg. Have you no sense of humor? To preach a sermon at the very moment you're attempting blackmail ! But that doesn't trouble a person of your class ! Mme. Du. No, Madame — no more than it trouble one of your class to wear clothes that are not paid for. *Well, since you do not pay your bills, there is the more money to pay me, eh ? Women who show no mercy must expect none, eh ? / know the woman I have to deal with ! Marg. Oh, I know appearances are pretty badly against me, but I'm not quite as rotten as you think. If you drive me into a corner, I'll tell my husband the whole story, and take the chance of his believing me. I'm not buying this letter. {She brings her fist down on the table, facing Madame DuFovR.) Understand? Not one cent. Do what you like. Mme. Du. (suavely). So? I will recite Madame a charrming little fragment of poetry. (She half closes her eyes, and starts. ) " My darrling girl ! — Don't be angry or sorry for what has happened. You and I were in another world — where there was no trouble — no Harry Paynter — only you and your lo " Marg. Oh, don't — don't! It sounds horrible ! Mme. Du. If you do not like it, how do you suppose it will sound to that charrming, but very old-fashioned, Capitaine Harry Paynter — that husband of yours? For he will see it — and if he see it, chere amie, you know what that mean, eh ? Marg. (catching her breath). Divorce. Yes. Poor Harry! (She turns away and speaks with a sob in her voice.) What a /oo/ I've been ! What a /oo// Mme. Du. (quietly). What a pity you did not think of that before. Ah, well — you did not. And your pun- ishment is that you lie there (hollows her hand, and holds it out) in my hand — so. (She clenches her hand, as if squeezing something.) 14 FLEURETTE & CO. Marg. {turning and facing her; deliberately). How muchf ' Mme. Du. {considering). I think it is worth to you — five thousand. Marg. {with a little cry oj alarm) . I can't pay it! Mme. Du. I said it was worth that — to you. But to me it is worth — let me see {Breaks off.) You have a check-book; get it out. (Marg. hesitates.) I will add a hundred dollars for every moment you delay. (Marg. moves quickly to get her check-book from bureau.) Where are these bills you say you owe? Let me see them. Marg. {protesting angrily). Really! Mme. Du. Or shall I repeat more of that so beauti- ful letter ... I have a so good memory ! Marg. {wincing, and holding out the bills quickly). Take them ! {Getting them from her hand-bag, on bureau.) Mme. Du. {examining them). I jus' want to be sure you have told me the truth. Cadorna & Co., florists, $175; Messrs. Tippy, to hats supplied, $350; Rush's garage {She sucks in her breath, indicating a high figure.) Fleurette & Co. — hm — I see. Yesss-umm Date and sign your check, while I consider. (Marg. writes, filling in the date and signature.) Marg. {looking up). Payable to ? Mme. Du. {who is examining bills, looks up). Oh — jus' " Cash." (Marg. looks at her.) I am an odd per- sonne, eh ? But I am " good beesness," and — so that you shall never be able to use this leetle transaction against me — {she takes a letter out of her bag) I write you your receipt on — {she holds up letter) this very compromising letter (Marg. gives a little gasp at sight of the letter) which you will not dare, therefore, to show to a living soul, hein? {She writes on, and holds up letter.) Voila, Madame! (Marg. reaches out for it, but Mme. Du. withdraws it out of her reach.) Jus' a moment. I tell you something. Yesterday you return to *' Fleurette & Company" a dress, which you say you have not worn FLEURETTE & CO. I5 and will not pay for. But — in the pocket you leave {holds up letter) this, addressed to you, in the handwrit- ing of this Jack Harwood — this lache — this coward. Marg. {lifting her head, and speaking indignantly). No! Mme. Du. {very quickly). Oh, yes, Madame! A man who make love to a wife whose hfisband go away on service to his country is a coward! This coward for whom you comprom.ise yourself and forget your husband. Your letter fall into the hands of a woman to whom you owe money — money she need to support herself and her little children — money you keep from her Marg. I didn't know — I didn't realize — how was I to realize? I was lonely and very miserable — I had noth- ing to do ! Mme. Du. If I did not believe that — I would not let you off so lightly! {Holds up letter.) If I give you this — you shall promise something. Those men of yours — of your great American Navy — leave here their women in safety. Yours is the easier part, and if the time seem long, remember they have left with you — their honor. See that you keep it, not only safe but high above suspicion — eh ? Marg. {in a low voice). I promise. {She looks at her in a puzded zvay. ) You're the strangest blackmailer ! Mme. Du. Blackmail! Chantage! {She throws hack her head and laughs merrily; then becomes very sharp and businesslike. ) Now, come — fill in your check — eight hundred and fifty-seven dollars Marg. {writing). Eight hundred and fifty-seven dol- lars. {She looks up with a start.) . Eight hundred and fifty-seven dollars ! Why, that's {She blots check and stares at Mme. Du.) Mme. Du. {very businesslike) . Your receipt, Ma- dame — take it {They exchange the letter and check simidtaneously.) Marg. {looking at her letter, reads aloud). "Re- ceived in full payment for gowns, etc., supplied by * Fleurette & Company * eight hundred and fifty- 16 FLEURETTE & CO. seven " {She looks up.) Fleurette — Dufour? Fleurette Dufour — 'Madame Dufourf You are ?^ Mme. Du. Be thankful, Madame, your letter {with a mischievous smile) in the pocket of the dress you had not worn, fall into the hands of {her hands on her breast) " Fleurette — and Company." Ah, regardez-done, the picture of the '" Company." {She takes from her hag and holds up, so that the audience can see it, a photograph of two pretty children.) My two darrling little bebes — they are all the '* company " / have, for their father lie helpless — {a little catch in her voice) oh, so helpless! — in a hospital in Paris, paying the price so many of our brave men mus' pay — all their lives — for the victory they won for our beloved France. ( With a brave little effort she throws off the feeling with which she has spoken the last words and says brightly.) "Fleurette" — and ''Com- pany " — thank you, Madame ! Your bill is paid. {She curtseys prettily.) Our account is closed. Bon jour! {She bows, and goes out. Marg. stands for a moment, a curious expression on her face — the letter in her hands; then she tears it up deliberately and smiles. With a sudden resolve, she takes the receiver off the telephone, and calls.) Marg. Hullo! Hullo! Give me 1432 Riven {Waits.) 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