Please. Please, Jerry. I won’t be able to write this if I have to think of anything else. (_He begins to write. He looks about the room showing he is describing it._) “The scene is the living-room in a flat. The doorway from the public stairs opens immediately upon it without the intervening privacy of a small hallway....” (_He murmurs as he goes on, striking the keys very rapidly. She stands looking at him--hurt and wondering what it means: but he is absorbed. Then she slowly goes to the kerosene heater and lights it. She looks at him a moment._) JERRY I guess I won’t wait up for you to-night. I’m cold. (_She goes out, hardly controlling herself. He continues for a moment. Then he gets up, still absorbed, and closes the door after her. He resumes his work with the glow of intense creation on his face._) [CURTAIN] [A] Copyright by George Middleton. See back of title page. JIM’S BEAST THE PEOPLE BRONTOSAURUS, _a fossil_. SARAH, _a scrubwoman_. PROFESSOR POHL, _a curator_. ROBERT HOOD, _a member of the Legislature_. ELIZABETH LIVINGSTON, _a seeker of sensations_. MRS. CORNELIUS VAN DYKE, _a social leader_. MRS. JAMES MORROW, _a wealthy woman_. ROBERT LIVINGSTON, _a good citizen_. LARRY ANDERSON, _a doughboy_. SCENE _A corner in the Hall of Paleontology of a Public Museum; late one afternoon._ JIM’S BEAST[B] _Two arched passageways are in back, and between them, on the wall, is a large dark plaster cast which may be a replica of the famous Dinosaur footprints in Brownstone. Beneath this is a low bench. At the extreme right, as one enters from back, there are two cases, just visible, in which are fossil bones and casts. There is a bench near them and an aisle between which leads off to the windows beyond, suggested by the soft streams of sunlight which shoot over the tops of the cases to the_ BRONTOSAURUS _opposite. Only the dull-colored flat skull and a portion of the neck of this venerable fossil are to be seen, projecting about a yard or two. It stands seven feet above its low platform, which is surrounded by a railing. On this is a slanted sign which describes it. Its size, its grimness and the light which rests upon it make it dominate everything. The remainder of the huge dinosaur is masked by a high screen at its left, upon which hangs a map indicating by its varied horizontal shades of color, the various geological strata and periods._ _When the curtain slowly lifts_, SARAH, _a scrubwoman, is on her knees, mopping the floor with long practised sweeps_. _She is fifty, heavy, with a dull tired face lined by years of physical toil. Though her hair is tightly drawn back and tied in a knot, several long wisps fall across her eyes as she leans forward over her work; and she continually pushes these back with her arm, since her hands are wet and soapy._ _As she wrings her rag savagely she mumbles to herself in a rich Irish brogue._ SARAH