. Captain Lettarblair : a comedy in three acts. it, stumbles over tigers head. JorkinsHoorah! PinckneyHoorah! Pinckney and Jorkins -r> 1 > • « Sing. .For he s a jolly good fellow, 108 CAPTAIN LETTARBLAIR For hes a jolly good fellow,For hes a jolly good fellow,And so say we all of us! Litton And now Ill go change my coat!—Jorkins, geta receipt from him. Laughing, shakes fist at Smithers. Throwsglass on supper-table in passing, and also follows Litton, but is con-fronted by Pinckney as the latter turns, and,frightened, backs, bumps into Jorkins, whois removing the rugs. In te
. Captain Lettarblair : a comedy in three acts. it, stumbles over tigers head. JorkinsHoorah! PinckneyHoorah! Pinckney and Jorkins -r> 1 > • « Sing. .For he s a jolly good fellow, 108 CAPTAIN LETTARBLAIR For hes a jolly good fellow,For hes a jolly good fellow,And so say we all of us! Litton And now Ill go change my coat!—Jorkins, geta receipt from him. Laughing, shakes fist at Smithers. Throwsglass on supper-table in passing, and also follows Litton, but is con-fronted by Pinckney as the latter turns, and,frightened, backs, bumps into Jorkins, whois removing the rugs. In terror he jumpsaside and sits in chair, hugging bottle andbox of cigars. Jorkins hes a jolly good fell— Suddenly catching sight of Smithers, hoistshim by his collar and propels him towarddoor. Ere! You come on and give us that bloominreceipt! In passing the cooler he unconsciously kicks iton Smithers toes at every step, Smithers ex-claiming. Were off to India, bloomin ot! Hes off toHarizona, bloomin cold! There aint no bloom-. CAPTAIN LETTARBLAIR 109 in comfort in this bloomin world. Ere, comeon and give us that receipt! Kicks Smithers off, then the cooler, and exit,closing door. PlNCKNEY Wipes chair with napkin which he finds hang-ing over its back. Sits, stretching out legsand contemplating them admiringly. Ha, ha! I wonder if Polly will admire myuniform! Strange that the adoration I used tofeel for Fanny is unchanged—only its present ob-ject is called Polly! Knock at door. Come in! Knock in, hang you! Runs to door and throws it open with such vio-lence that the handle comes off in his hand. Pinckney Dean Outside, reproving. PinckneyOh, Lord! The Dean! Drops handle by door and runs off into innerroom, closing curtains behind him. Enterthe Dean, Hyacinth, Polly and Merivale. no CAPTAIN LETTARBLAIR HyacinthHere we are at last! Polly Advancing, unconsciously pushing the handlea few feet from the door. So these are a soldiers quarters!Jorkins Ent
Size: 1332px × 1876px
Photo credit: © Reading Room 2020 / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bookauthorarmstron, bookcentury1900, bookdecade1900, bookyear1906
