_Vocabulary_ | _Vocabulaire_ | _Pronunciation_ | | Maxim’s at last! | Enfin, Maxim’s! | Whoop-ee! | | Ah there, kiddo! | Eh, bébé! | E baby! | | Sure, I’ll buy you | Certainement, | Certainment, wine. | j’acheterai du | joshetarie dew | champagne. | wine. | | I love you. | Je vous aime. | Jay vus Amy. | | Oh, you’re kidding | Vous me taquinez. | Vuz me tackknees. | | More wine? Sure, | Plus de champagne? | Plus dee wine? dearie! | Certainement | Certainment, my | ma chérie! | cherry! TWO A. M. _Vocabulary_ | _Vocabulaire_ | _Pronunciation_ | | Stung! | Une piqûre! | Uni picker! BACK HOME: A MONTH LATER _Vocabulary_ | _Vocabulaire_ | _Pronunciation_ | | Honestly, Mary, | Vraiment, Marie, | Naturally. I was true to | je vous fus fidèle. | you. FOOTNOTE. _Inasmuch as the only persons in all Paris who do not try to speak English are the Americans, it is advisable for the Americans in Paris to try speaking English and reserve their French for the United States where the only persons who do not try to speak French are the Frenchmen._ THE QUEEN OF THE VERONAL RING _A Guaranteed Box Office Melodrama in One Act, Containing Just and Only Such Famous Melodramatic Lines as Have for Countless Years Been Successful in Evoking the Plaudits and Hisses of Melodrama Audiences._ CAST DICK STRONG: | A hero. MARY DALLAS: | A country girl. ABNER DALLAS: | Mary’s aged father. JEM DALTON: | A villain. SCENE: Sitting room of Abner Dallas’ home. PLACE: A small country town in New York State. TIME: The present day. _When the curtain rises, the stage is in complete darkness. Mary enters, goes to centre table and turns up small oil lamp. Immediately the whole stage is lighted with a dazzling brilliance. Mary catches sight of Dalton standing in doorway L.U.E. A sinister smile is on his lips, a riding crop in his hand._ MARY (_shrinking back_) My God--_you_! What do _you_ want here? DALTON (_advancing with his hat on and switching his boot with riding crop_) Ha, my pretty one, we shall see--we shall see. MARY (_in tears_) Oh, how can you, how can you? Was it not enough that you stole my youth, that you made me what I am? DALTON