Votes for Women: A Play in Three Acts — John Shaqi
Votes for Women: A Play in Three ActsRobins, Elizabeth
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Votes for Women: A Play in Three Acts
Robins, Elizabeth
Feminists -- Drama; Suffragists -- Drama; Women -- Great Britain -- Drama; Women -- Suffrage -- Drama; Women's rights -- Drama
JEAN (_absent-mindedly_). Mine?
STONOR (_hastily, without reflection_). No. (_Hands it to_ MISS
LEVERING _as she passes._) Yours.
(MISS LEVERING, _on her way to the lobby with_ LORD JOHN _seems not
to notice._)
JEAN (_takes the handkerchief to give to her, glancing down at the
embroidered corner; stops_). But that's not an L! It's Vi----!
(GEOFFREY STONOR _suddenly turns his back and takes up the
newspaper._)
LADY JOHN (_from the lobby_). Come, Vida, since you will go.
MISS L. Yes; I'm coming.
[_Exit_ MISS LEVERING.
JEAN. _I_ didn't know her name was Vida; how did you?
(STONOR _stares silently over the top of his paper_.)
CURTAIN.
ACT II
SCENE: _The north side of the Nelson Column in Trafalgar Square.
The Curtain rises on an uproar. The crowd, which momentarily
increases, is composed chiefly of weedy youths and wastrel old
men. There are a few decent artisans; three or four "beery"
out-o'-works; three or four young women of the domestic servant
or Strand restaurant cashier class; one aged woman in rusty black
peering with faded, wondering eyes, consulting the faces of the
men and laughing nervously and apologetically from time to time;
one or two quiet-looking, business-like women, thirty to forty;
two middle-class men, who stare and whisper and smile. A quiet
old man with a lot of unsold Sunday papers under one arm stands
in an attitude of rapt attention, with the free hand round his
deaf ear. A brisk-looking woman of forty-five or so, wearing
pince-nez, goes round with a pile of propagandist literature on
her arm. Many of the men smoking cigarettes--the old ones pipes.
On the outskirts of this crowd, of several hundred, a couple
of smart men in tall shining hats hover a few moments, single
eyeglass up, and then saunter off. Against the middle of the
Column, where it rises above the stone platform, is a great red
banner, one supporting pole upheld by a grimy sandwichman, the
other by a small, dirty boy of eight. If practicable only the
lower portion of the banner need be seen, bearing the final words
of the legend_--
"VOTES FOR WOMEN!"
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