Bottoms Up: An Application of the Slapstick to SatireNathan, George Jean
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Bottoms Up: An Application of the Slapstick to Satire
Nathan, George Jean
American wit and humor
| | hat and stick.
| |
à la mode | allah mode | Tea at two o’clock
| | in the afternoon.
[2] The maid.
WHAT YOU GET FOR YOUR MONEY
The box-office price of a theatre ticket is two dollars. The average
play runs from 8.25 until 10.55--in other words, about two hours
and a half. A total, that is, of one hundred and fifty minutes. The
intermissions between the acts amount, at a rough estimate, to a total
of about thirty-five minutes. Subtract the thirty-five minutes from
the one hundred and fifty minutes, and we have left one hundred and
fifteen minutes. You pay, therefore, two dollars for one hundred and
fifteen minutes of entertainment, or about one and three-quarters
cents a minute. Let us now see what you get for your money, and also
the equivalent of what you could get for it did you spend it in other
directions. A few illustrations may suffice to make one pause and
reflect:
=I=
“Oh, oh, what have I done that I should be made to suffer }
so! It was _because_ I love you that I acted as I did! }
But--you don’t understand; you _won’t_ understand!! } 1 glass
(_Buries her face in her arms. He goes to mantel and } of
stands gazing abstractedly into the grate._) If only } Pilsner
I could _make_ you see! Jim, oh Jim, _please_--for our }
children’s sake!” }
=II=
“And to think, darling, that you mistrusted me! To think }
you did not know from the first moment I saw you, in your }
youth and beauty, that I loved you! Your money? BAH! }
It’s _you_ I love, sweetheart, with every fibre of my } 1 glass
being--_you_, _you_! (_He strains her to him._) Come into } of
these arms, dear, these arms that have longed to clasp } Würzburger
you within them. They shall ever be your haven from the }
toil and turmoil of the world. They shall protect you }
from temptation. I love you; I love you!” (_He kisses }
her passionately._) }
=III=
“Listen, Hubert; it is but right you should know before }
you judge me. I wasn’t immoral; I was merely unmoral. I }
trusted him and he (_she averts his gaze_) deceived me. }
I was a girl, Hubert, a mere tender girl. He painted } 1 glass
for my innocent eyes the splendor of a great career and } of
I--I believed him. You must believe me, Hubert, you must } Hofbräu
believe me! _I didn’t know--I didn’t know!!_ I believed }
him! You must believe me, Hubert, you _must_, you _must_! }
Look into my eyes and see for yourself it is the truth I }
am telling you! }
Transcriber's Notes
A number of typographical errors were corrected silently.
Cover image is in the public domain.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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