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Gentlemen of the Jury

Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1873 by George M. Baker, in the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington.


SPENCER’S UNIVERSAL STAGE.

A Collection of COMEDIES, DRAMAS, and FARCES, adapted to either Public or Private Performance. Containing a full description of all the necessary Stage Business.

PRICE, 15 CENTS EACH.   right pointing hand No Plays exchanged.

1. Lost in London.  A Drama in Three Acts.  6 Male, 4 Female characters.
2. Nicholas Flam.  A Comedy in Two Acts. By J. B. Buckstone.  5 Male, 3 Female characters.
3. The Welsh Girl.  A Comedy in One Act. By Mrs. Planche.  3 Male, 2 Female characters.
4. John Wopps.  A Farce in One Act. By W. E. Suter.  4 Male, 2 Female characters.
5. The Turkish Bath.  A Farce in One Act. By Montague Williams and F. C. Burnand.  6 Male, 1 Female character.
6. The Two Puddifoots.  A Farce in One Act. By J. M. Morton.  3 Male, 3 Female characters.
7. Old Honesty.  A Comic Drama in Two Acts. By J. M. Morton.  5 Male, 2 Female characters.
8. Two Gentlemen in a Fix.  A Farce in One Act. By W. E. Suter.  2 Male characters.
9. Smashington Goit.  A Farce in One Act. By T. J. Williams.  5 Male, 3 Female characters.
10. Two Heads Better than One.  A Farce in One Act. By Lenox Horne.  4 Male, 1 Female character.
11. John Dobbs.  A Farce in One Act. By J. M. Morton.  5 Male, 2 Female characters.
12. The Daughter of the Regiment.  A Drama in Two Acts. By Edward Fitzball.  6 Male, 2 Female characters.
13. Aunt Charlotte’s Maid.  A Farce in One Act. By J. M. Morton.  3 Male, 3 Female characters.
14. Brother Bill and Me.  A Farce in One Act. By W. E. Suter.  4 Male, 3 Female characters.
15. Done on Both Sides.  A Farce in One Act. By J. M. Morton.  3 Male, 2 Female characters.
16. Dunducketty’s Picnic.  A Farce in One Act. By T. J. Williams.  6 Male, 3 Female characters.
17. I’ve written to Browne.  A Farce in One Act. By T. J. Williams.  4 Male, 3 Female characters.
18. Lending a Hand.  A Farce in One Act. By G. A. A’Becket.  3 Male, 2 Female characters.
19. My Precious Betsy.  A Farce in One Act. By J. M. Morton.  4 Male, 4 Female characters.
20. My Turn Next.  A Farce in One Act. By T. J. Williams.  4 Male, 3 Female characters.
21. Nine Points of the Law.  A Comedy in One Act. By Tom Taylor.  4 Male, 3 Female characters.
22. The Phantom Breakfast.  A Farce in One Act. By Charles Selby.  3 Male, 2 Female characters.
23. Dandelions Dodges.  A Farce in One Act. By T. J. Williams.  4 Male, 2 Female characters.
24. A Slice of Luck.  A Farce in One Act. By J. M. Morton.  4 Male, 2 Female characters.
25. Always Intended.  A Comedy in One Act. By Horace Wigan.  3 Male, 3 Female characters.
26. A Bull in a China Shop.  A Comedy in Two Acts. By Charles Matthews.  6 Male, 4 Female characters.
27. Another Glass.  A Drama in One Act. By Thomas Morton.  6 Male, 3 Female characters.
28. Bowled Out.  A Farce in One Act. By H. T. Craven.  4 Male, 3 Female characters.
29. Cousin Tom.  A Commedietta in One Act. By George Roberts.  3 Male, 2 Female characters.
30. Sarah’s Young Man.  A Farce in One Act. By W. E. Suter.  3 Male, 3 Female characters.
31. Hit Him, He has No Friends.  A Farce in One Act. By E. Yates and N. H. Harrington.  7 Male, 3 Female characters.
32. The Christening.  A Farce in One Act. By J. B. Buckstone.  5 Male, 6 Female characters.
33. A Race for a Widow.  A Farce in One Act. By Thomas J. Williams.  5 Male, 4 Female characters.
34. Your Life’s in Danger.  A Farce in One Act. By J. M. Morton.  3 Male, 3 Female characters.
35. True unto Death.  A Drama in Two Acts. By J. Sheridan Knowles.  6 Male, 2 Female characters.

GENTLEMEN OF THE JURY.

A Farce.

BY THE AUTHOR OF

  • “Sylvia’s Soldier,”
  • “Once on a Time,” “Down by the Sea,” “The Last Loaf,”
  • “Bread on the Waters,” “Stand by the Flag,” “The Tempter,” “A Drop too
  • Much,” “We’re all Teetotalers,” “A Little more Cider,” “Thirty Minutes
  • for Refreshments,” “Wanted, a Male Cook,” “A Sea of Troubles,”
  • “Freedom of the Press,” “A Close Shave,” “The Great
  • Elixir,” “The Man with the Demijohn,” “Humors of
  • the Strike,” “New Brooms sweep Clean,” “My
  • Uncle the Captain,” “The Greatest Plague
  • in Life,” “No Cure, no Pay,” “The
  • Grecian Bend,” “War of the
  • Roses,” “Lightheart’s
  • Pilgrimage,”
  • “The
  • Sculptor’s
  • Triumph,” “Too
  • Late for the Train,”
  • “Snow-Bound,” “The Peddler
  • of Very Nice,” “Bonbons,”
  • “Capuletta,” “An Original Idea,” “My
  • Brother’s Keeper,” “Among the Breakers,”
  • “The Boston Dip,” “The Duchess of Dublin,” “A
  • Tender Attachment,” “Gentlemen of the Jury,” “A Public
  • Benefactor,” “The Thief of Time,” “The Hypochondriac,” “The
  • Runaways,” “Coals of Fire,” “The Red Chignon,” “Using the Weed,”
  • “A Love of a Bonnet,” “A Precious Pickle,” “The Revolt
  • of the Bees,” “The Seven Ages,”
  • &c., &c., &c.

BOSTON:

GEORGE M. BAKER & CO.,

149 Washington Street.


Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1873 by

GEORGE M. BAKER,

in the Office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington.

Rand, Avery, & Frye, Printers, Boston.


GENTLEMEN OF THE JURY.

A FARCE.

FOR MALE CHARACTERS ONLY.

CHARACTERS.

Peleg Precise, Foreman. Job Timorous, Jacob Doubtful, Abel Strongfist, Jarvis Jolly, Solomon Snowball, Dennis O’Rourke, Nathan Short, Enos Paunch, Brazen Blower, Peter Punster, Simeon Slow, Jurors.

Scene.——A Jury Room. Table, C., with paper, pens, ink, &c. Twelve chairs around stage.

Enter from R. all the characters, in the order in which their names are written, single file, across Stage, and face Audience. Door at R. is slammed and locked.

Timorous. Good gracious! we’re locked in! (Rushes across stage to R.) Here, officer! officer!

Slow (at extreme R., catching Timorous by arm, and swinging him round). Stop that. It’s all right, you know.

Timorous. No, I don’t. I’m afraid of fire——

Punster (swinging him round to next man). What er that?

Timorous. And subject to fits——

Blower (ditto). You’re no fit juror.

Timorous. I must have air——

Paunch (ditto). Where air you, now?

Timorous. Or smother——

Short (ditto). Take him to his mother.

Timorous. What do you call this treatment?

O’Rourke (ditto). The movement cure, bedad.

Timorous. It’s outrageous——

Snowball (ditto). Da’s a fac’, da’s a fac’, honey.

Timorous. Diabolical——

Jolly (ditto). Ha, ha! now you go ag’in.

Timorous. Infamous!

Strongfist (ditto). Move on, stupid.

Timorous. I won’t stand it.

Doubtful (pushes him into chair). Then sit down.

Precise (at table). Gentlemen, be seated. (All sit.) Before we discuss the case with which we have been intrusted, perhaps we had better take a vote.

Short. My idea exactly.

O’Rourke. Begorra, let’s take something cowld.

Precise. We have been instructed to bring a verdict, “Guilty or not guilty.” Please write your verdict. Here are slips of paper. (Passes them round. All write, some on the table, some on chairs; Snowball writes his against the wall.)

O’Rourke (approaches Snowball). Whist! I say, d’ye write Guilty wid a G or a J?

Snowball. Ob course not. Write him wid a pencil——so.

O’Rourke. O, be jabbers! It’s yerself’s a heathen——you ignoramus.

Precise. Now, gentlemen, if you are ready. (Collects votes, spreads them on table, and assorts.)

Timorous. I want a glass of water——I’m faint.

Strongfist. Shut up. Don’t disturb the meeting.

O’Rourke. Bedad, it’s a glass eye ye’ll be wantin’ if yer do.

Punster. His eye waters at the thought.

Precise. Gentlemen, the vote stands, six “Guilty,” six “Not guilty.”

Jolly. Hallo, a clean cut!

Short. Six mules in the crowd, certain.

O’Rourke. A majority on both sides, d’ye mind.

Snowball. Major who? Major who? Dar ain’t no sogers here, hey, I ax you?

Precise. Well, gentlemen, there’s work before us; and, that we may know each other, I propose that those who voted “guilty” take seats on the right, those who voted “not guilty,” on the left.

Short. Good. I’m for the right.

Jolly. I feel decidedly guilty.

Slow. And so do I.

Strongfist. Right face. March!

O’Rourke. Begorra, captain, I’ll train in that company. (They all pass to R. as they speak. Doubtful, Timorous, Snowball, Paunch, Punster, and Blower pass to L.)

Punster. Though on the left, we’re in the right.

Paunch. Well, look here, I’m getting hungry. Ain’t we going to have our dinner?

Blower. You’re always thinking of eating.

Snowball. By golly, da’s a fac’. Dat ar Mr. Punch hab an appetite like an earthquake.

Paunch. Bah! what do you know about it? Well, wake me up when you’re through. (Tips his chair back against wall, throws his handkerchief over his face, and falls asleep.)

Snowball. Dar, de old man gwine for Morphine.

Precise. My vote was “Guilty,” and of course I belong with the party on the right.

O’Rourke. Thrue for yez, honey; and ye’ll find it the party that’s always right, jist.

Snowball. Hold yer hush, hold yer hush!

O’Rourke. Vat’s that, ye heathen? I’d jist like to pound that thick pate till I had yer spachless——so I would. Begorra, ye’d cry Guilty then.

Timorous. O, come, let’s have peace.

O’Rourke. Pace, is it? Ye’ve had a pace of my mind, onyhow.

Precise. No quarrelling, gentlemen. The quicker we decide this case the better. The government has charged one Peter Popgun with an attempt to defraud the revenue of the manufacturer’s tax on gunpowder. Its secret agents, suspecting said Popgun, made a descent upon his establishment, which is a country store, seized certain articles, such as saltpetre, sulphur, and charcoal, which they found in a certain little back shop, said articles being, in their opinion, used by said Popgun in the manufacture of gunpowder. The said Popgun denies the manufacture of gunpowder, and sets up a defence that the said articles are used by him in concocting a certain patent medicine, known as the “Medical Dead Shot.” Evidence has been produced on both sides. We have been charged to bring in a verdict on the evidence alone. I am quite convinced, by the testimony, that said Popgun did manufacture gunpowder, and evade the tax. Still, I should like to hear a free expression of opinion.

All (jumping up). Mr. Foreman.

Precise. Stop, stop. One at a time.

All. Yes, yes; one at a time, Mr. Foreman.

Precise. Stop, stop, I say. We can never settle it in this way.

Strongfist. Of course we can’t. Let us six fight the other six. That will settle it.

O’Rourke. True for yez. A fray fight. I’m wid yer. (About to remove his coat.)

Precise. Silence. There can be no fighting here. You all want to speak. I will call upon each juror, giving both sides equal advantages of time and opportunity. Is not that fair?

All. Certainly. Of course. Go on. Go on.

Precise. Very well. I will first call upon Mr. Timorous.

Timorous (rising). Mr. Foreman, and gentlemen of the jury. (Very low.) I rise——I may say——yes, I rise——

O’Rourke. Louder.

Strongfist. Speak up like a man.

Timorous. I said——I rise——to say, if I may say——I rise to say——

O’Rourke. O, be jabbers, you’re all out to say.

(The party on the L., with the exception of Paunch, rise indignantly.) Mr. Foreman, Mr. Foreman!

Precise (pounds on table). Silence! Order, gentlemen, order.

Blower. Mr. Foreman, this attempt of the party on the right to intimidate the party on the left is unjust.

Punster. Far from being righteous or courteous.

Snowball. Am we jurors, or am we not jurors? I ax you?

Precise. The interruption shall not occur again. Go on, Mr. Timorous.

Timorous. If you please, Mr. Foreman, I only rose to say——that, if I might be allowed to say it——that——I’ve got nothing to say.

Party on right. Shame! Humbug! Put him out!

Precise. Order, gentlemen.——Have you no reason to give for your vote of “Not guilty”?

Timorous. O, yes; lots. I voted “Guilty,” no, “Not guilty,” because——well, because——Popgun don’t look like a man who would concoct such a sanguinary mixture as powder. He hasn’t the air of a ruffian. His thoughts don’t run in that explosive channel. I’m something of a physiognomist.

Snowball. Mahogany! What’s dat?

Timorous. A physiognomist. I judge by the face——

Party on right. O, humbug!

Blower. Mr. Foreman, I protest. This attempt to stifle the voice of Justice is a high-handed crime.

Snowball. Yes, sar; it’s bigamy, kleptomania, arson.

Precise. Order, gentlemen.——Go on, Mr. Timorous.

Timorous. But then I haven’t any particular opinion in the matter; and if you want me to change——

Blower. Silence, traitor!

Snowball. Shut up yer tater trap.

Punster. Suppose you sit, for a change. (Pulls him down to seat.)

Timorous. Anything to oblige.

Precise. Mr. Jolly.

Jolly (rising). My turn, hey? Mr. Foreman, and gentlemen of the jury,——

To make or not to make, that is the question.
Whether ’tis better to let Popgun suffer
The law’s full penalty for mixing powder,
Or to take arms against this awful tax,
And by our verdict free him.

Gentlemen, Popgun is a dangerous man. I am for his annihilation. He is a second Guy Fawkes. Behind his shop are concealed those explosive materials destined to spread havoc and destruction in an innocent neighborhood. We might spare him if the possible destruction of a thousand or two of his immediate neighbors was the only consequence to be feared. But he’s a sneak; he dodges the tax. That we must not suffer. The medicine story won’t do; the dose is too heavy; it won’t stay on the stomach. That gun recoils upon Popgun, who is too heavily charged by the evidence to be discharged by this jury. (Sits.)

Precise. Order, gentlemen. Mr. Doubtful.

Snowball. No, sar, no, sar. I move we lay him onto de table, sinner die.

O’Rourke. Die, is it, ye black sinner? Howld yer pate, or you’ll die jist.

Doubtful (rising). Mr. Foreman, and gentlemen of the jury, there’s one p’int in this evidence I want cleared up.

O’Rourke. Is it a pint of whiskey, I donno?

All. Order, order.

O’Rourke. That’s what I’d like to do, and drink it, too.

Doubtful. If that air Popgun made gunpowder, why didn’t somebody see him do it? Cause a man’s got saltpetre in his house, and sulphur and charcoal, it doesn’t foller that he’s going to make gunpowder. I’ve got charcoal in my house——kindle the fire with it; sulphur to bleach with; saltpetre for curing purposes. But nobody ever said I made gunpowder. It’s rediculous. Popgun’s got eggs in his store. Why don’t you say he hatched them? (Sits.)

Snowball. Da’s a fac’, da’s a fac’. Second de motion.

All. Order, order.

Precise. Mr. Strongfist.

Strongfist. Well, you’re a pretty set of sneaks over there, you are.

All. Order, order.

Strongfist. O, I know what I’m about. I’d like to get in among you. I believe in justice. I believe in any man’s having his say in this world; but I don’t believe in arguing about a matter that’s as plain as the nose on your face. The man made gunpowder, and sold it, didn’t pay the tax, and you fellows over there know it. You’re a set of obstinate fools; and it’s the duty of all loyal citizens to stand by the government and punish traitors. The government’s been insulted by this contemptible Popgun, and you fellows on the left uphold him. Our duty is clear, to bring you to your senses. (Takes off coat.) So, come on. (Squares off.)

O’Rourke. I’m wid yez. Fag a ballah! Erin come unim.

All. Order, order.

Precise. Gentlemen, peace, I pray. Mr. Strongfist, your argument is very weak.

Strongfist. Is it? Well, my fist is strong; let me try that.

Precise. No, sir; you will please be seated. Mr. Paunch.

Snowball (shaking him). Here, Mr. Punch, Mr. Punch.

Paunch. Hey? O, yes. Mr. Foreman, I’ve got precious little to say. I’m hungry; I’ve had nothing to eat since morning. I was invited out to dinner at five o’clock with Alderman Cross. Fine leg of venison and native tomatoes, sliced, stewed, and broiled. The alderman is a capital eater, weighs three hundred and fifty, and has the best hogs——

Precise. Won’t you confine yourself to the question, Mr. Paunch?

Paunch. O, yes. Hogshead of Madeira you ever tasted. It’s capital. Then his cheeses! Good gracious! they’re mighty——

Precise. Mr. Paunch, Mr. Paunch!

Paunch. They’re mighty fine. What did you say, sir?

Precise. Will you give your reasons for voting “Not guilty”?

Paunch. Certainly. Stop. Did I vote “Not guilty”? I don’t remember. It don’t make any difference. Settle it as you please, only remember I must dine with Alderman Cross at five. (Sits and goes to sleep again.)

Snowball. Question, question! We’ll all dine with Cross, hey! I ax you.

Precise. Mr. Slow, you next.

Slow. Hey? Yes. Well, I don’t know. Popgun did make gunpowder, I guess, cause he had a little shop. (Pauses.)

Precise. Well, go on, Mr. Slow.

Slow. Yes. Well, he had a little shop, Popgun had, and he made somethin’ in that shop; and if he didn’t make gunpowder, he made somethin’ in that little shop that he didn’t pay no tax onto. And so he’s guilty er somethin’ or other in that little shop. So long’s he’s caught, what’s the odds, as long as you’re happy. (Sits.)

Snowball. Doubted, doubted.

All. Order.

Precise. Mr. Blower.

Blower (rises, flourishes his handkerchief, blows his nose, strikes an attitude). M-r-r-r-r. Foreman, and genteelmen of the jury, it is with spontaneous emotion that I rise to address you. You, genteelmen, with me, have looked upon a touching scene to-day. We have seen an enlightened citizen of this great republic, which, like the light of yonder firmament, attracts the attention of the whole world. We have seen him dragged from the bosom of his family and placed at the bar, at the bar, gentlemen, there to answer to grave and serious charges. It is evident that in the mysterious depths of that little back shop something has been concocted. The government says “Powder;” the defendant says “Shot.” Powder and shot! “Powder” or “shot,” in this case. One possesses the power to blow the human frame into infinitesimal particles; the other cures all ills that flesh is heir to. Can we pause and deliberate? Look at that man, dragged from the bosom of his family; his wife and children——

Jolly. Beg your pardon, Blower. Popgun is single.

Blower. Hey? Dragged from the paternal mansion. Hear the cry of the agonized and aged mother of the prisoner, as she stands upon the doorstep and screams, “My child! Bring back my little Popgun!”

Jolly. Wrong again, Blower. He’s neither father nor mother.

Blower. Hey! Poor orphan! without a friend in the world! Can we turn our backs upon him? No. Let us be merciful. Let us indorse his patent medicine, and carry from this room a verdict of Not guilty. Then shall the tears of the orphan be squelched in gratitude, and the blessings of future generations of Popguns follow us.

O’Rourke. Begorra, that’s a teching appeal.

Precise. Now, Mr. O’Rourke, your turn.

O’Rourke (rising). I ax yer pardon, judge, Mr. Foreman, and gintlemen all. Wid the blood of forty ginerations of O’Rourkes a seethin’ with patriotic emotion in me bosom, d’ye mind; with faylings of gratitude for the fray gifts of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, guaranteed by this moighty republic, which, as I look back into the future, is iver prisint in all its glory, d’ye mind. Could I be so base as to dash myself foreninst those illigant laws that crush the wake and guard the strong? By the grane sod of ould Ireland, niver! If that thaif of the wurld, Popgun, has transgressed the law, let him swing. And what for would he be mixing saltpatre and——and——and brimstone, and——and charcoal, if not to blow up somebody. Medicine, is it? It’s my opinion that we’d better bring in a verdict of Guilty, and hang him, wid a recommendation to mercy, provided forty doses of his Medical Dead Shot bring him to life afther he’s been dead and buried siven days. Thim’s my verdict, judge. (Sits.)

Jolly. That’s a reviving verdict.

Precise. Mr. Punster.

Punster (rising). Mr. Foreman, and gentlemen of the jury, the party popularly known in this suit as Popgun is a small affair, but I do not wonder that he kicks against this attempt of the government to charge him with powder he never made. How would you like it yourselves, gentlemen? Imagine yourselves Popguns, and happy in the disposing of butter, cheese, and——and hairpins to a needy community. Upon a luckless occasion, you sell ten cents’ worth of powder to a red-headed urchin on the eve of our glorious independence. The awful crime is repeated; and, by the power of government, you innocent Popguns are incarcerated on a grave charge. You hear nothing but powder; you are loaded with reproaches and powder; it is rammed down your throats, until, like Popgun, you burst with indignation. Have we not heard from the lips of competent witnesses the amazing power of his Dead Shot? An old man had suffered forty years with influenza; the Dead Shot stopped it forever. An old lady, bent double with the rheumatism, was made straight by its power. A young mother, whose tender infant had wailed night after night, was loud in its praises. Gentlemen, this suit comes from the malice and jealousy of an envious rival. Gentlemen, this is a conspiracy. Let us clear Popgun of the charges under which he labors, by applying the match of justice to his overloaded soul. Then will he go off triumphantly, scattering destruction among his enemies, and give a good report of our deliberations. (Sits.)

Snowball (jumping up). See here, white folks, what’s de use? what’s de use?

Precise. Mr. Snowball, you’re out of order.

All. Go on, Snowball. Fire away.

Snowball. Mr. Foreman and gemblem. Of course it am. Why not? And, if not, wherefore? I ax you. If de blessed Constitution of dese ere United States ob America don’t permit the humblest of her sex to choose de proper medicines for dar physical systerns, wedder it be gunpowder or gunpowder tea, what’s de use ob bein’ citizens and citizenesses of dese here republic? I ax you. Who’s Popgun? Am he, or am he not, a phusician? I ax you. I don’t care what his moral perquisites be, wedder he vote de demicratic or de bobolition. Does he cure de squills which air am flesh to? I ax you. When dat ar old man, which my white brudder alluded to, had de influendways, did he stop his sneezin? I ax you. When dat ar old woman hobble to him wid de rheumatics, did he straighten her out? I ax you. When dat ar baby squaked in its slumbers of midnight, did Popgun’s Dead Shot fix it? I ax you. If so, and you find it so,——and I ax you to find it so,——you are forced to acquit Popgun as a medical dedical sturgen and phusician——ob course you am; for don’ de stolid phalanx of justice circumbend every man on Columbia’s footstool, wedder black or white, male or female? and de aurora borealistic splendors of eternal vigilance abide in de scrutinized recesses of de enlightened jury-room? I ax you.

O’Rourke. Begorra! send for an interpreter.

Precise. Mr. Short.

Short (comes down to table). It’s my opinion, gentlemen, there’s been a great deal of time and gas wasted in our deliberations. I’ve got very few words to say on this subject. Popgun manufactured an article which the government said was gunpowder. Popgun denies it. That is the question for us to decide. We were shown in the court-room a sample of this disputed article. It looked like gunpowder; it smelt like gunpowder; it felt like gunpowder. I took away the box. Here it is. (Produces box.) Some of you think it is not gunpowder. I propose to give it a practical test. (Places box on table, takes off cover, takes a match out of his pocket.)

Timorous. What! You’re not going to fire it off!

Short. Don’t be alarmed. There’s only a pound or two. It can’t do much damage.

Strongfist. You’ll blow us all up!

Jolly. The man’s crazy.

O’Rourke. Begorra, there! Aisy wid yer pranks.

All. Stop him! Stop him!

Short. Here she goes. (Draws match across table.)

All. Help! Murder! Officer! Put him out, &c. (Timorous crawls under table; Snowball jumps up into chair and makes frantic attempts to crawl up the wall; Doubtful runs into corner, pulls Paunch up to cover him; Blower gets down and covers himself with a chair; Precise stops his ears, and crouches in a corner; Strongfist and Punster seize Short, one on each side; O’Rourke seizes Short by coat-tail behind; Jolly and Slow try to get behind each other.)

Precise. Would you murder us?

Strongfist. Blow us to pieces?

O’Rourke. Call in the judge.

Short. Let me go, I tell you. (Kicks O’Rourke, strikes Precise and Strongfist, and sends them to the floor.)

O’Rourke. I’m kilt intirely.

All. Help! Murder! Help!

Short (holding the match). Now, gentlemen of the jury, here is a convincing test. Shall I apply it, or are you ready with a verdict?

All. No. Yes. Verdict. Verdict.

Short. Gentlemen, what is your verdict, guilty or not guilty?

All. Guilty.

Short. All right. Mr. Foreman, make out your papers. (Blows out match. All resume seats.)

Timorous. Well, I never had such a scare in all my life.

O’Rourke. By me soul! I say a wake a comin’ for the last of the O’Rourkes.

Snowball. By golly, I’m all ob a hot chill in my backbone.

Precise (who has been writing). Gentlemen, listen to your verdict. “We find the defendant, Peleg Popgun, guilty.”

Jolly. “So say we, all of us.”

All. Ay. Ay.

Short. Then there’s no further use for this box of sawdust, I suppose.

All. Sawdust?

Short. Exactly. You thought ’twas gunpowder. No matter. I saw I could throw dust in your eyes with it. I can’t say much for your argument. You’re like all the rest of this universal Yankee nation——anxious to fasten your tongue tackle on to every question. There’s a very plain case here, which might have been a very knotty one but for the sawdust, which has brought you to terms, and thus proved a better medicine than Popgun’s celebrated Dead Shot.

CURTAIN.


Plays for Amateur Theatricals.

BY GEORGE M. BAKER.

Author of “Amateur Dramas,” “The Mimic Stage” “The Social Stage,” &c.

DRAMAS.

In Three Acts.

  • My Brother’s Keeper.  5 male, 3 female characters.  15c.

In Two Acts.

  • Among the Breakers.  6 male, 4 female characters.  15c.
  • Sylvia’s Soldier.  3 male, 2 female characters.  15c.
  • Once on a Time.  4 male, 2 female characters.  15c.
  • Down by the Sea.  6 male, 3 female characters.  15c.
  • Bread on the Waters.  5 male, 3 female characters.  15c.
  •  [*]The Last Loaf.  5 male, 3 female characters.  15c.

In One Act.

  • Stand by the Flag.  5 male characters.  15c.
  •  [*]The Tempter.  3 male, 1 female character.  15c.

COMEDIES AND FARCES.

  • The Boston Dip.  4 male, 3 female characters.  15c.
  • The Duchess of Dublin.  6 male, 4 female characters.  15c.
  •  [*]We’re all Teetotallers.  4 male, 2 female characters.  15c.
  •  [*]A Drop too Much.  4 male, 2 female characters.  15c.
  • Thirty Minutes for Refreshments.  4 male, 3 female characters.  15c.
  •  [*]A Little More Cider.  5 male, 3 female characters.  15c.

Male Characters Only.

  • Gentlemen of the Jury.  12 characters.  15c.
  • A Tender Attachment.  7 characters.  15c.
  • The Thief of Time.  6 characters.  15c.
  • The Hypochondriac.  5 characters.  15c.
  • A Public Benefactor.  6 characters.  15c.
  • The Runaways.  4 characters.  15c.
  • Coals of Fire.  6 characters.  15c.
  • Wanted, a Male Cook.  4 characters.  15c.
  • A Sea of Troubles.  8 characters.  15c.
  • Freedom of the Press.  8 characters.  15c.
  • A Close Shave.  6 characters.  15c.
  • The Great Elixir.  9 characters.  15c.
  •  [*]The Man with the Demijohn.  4 characters.  15c.
  • Humors of the Strike.  8 characters.  15c.
  • New Brooms Sweep Clean.  6 characters.  15c.
  • My Uncle the Captain.  6 characters.  15c.

[*]Temperance pieces.

Female Characters Only.

  • The Red Chignon.  6 characters.  15c.
  • Using the Weed.  7 characters.  15c.
  • A Love of a Bonnet.  5 characters.  15c.
  • A Precious Pickle.  6 characters.  15c.
  • The Greatest Plague in Life.  8 characters.  15c.
  • No Cure No Pay.  7 characters.  15c.
  • The Grecian Bend.  7 characters.  15c.

ALLEGORIES. Arranged for Music and Tableaux.

  • The Revolt of the Bees.  9 female characters.  15c.
  • Lightheart’s Pilgrimage.  8 female characters.  15c.
  • The War of the Roses.  8 female characters.  15c.
  • The Sculptor’s Triumph.  1 male. 4 female characters.  15c.

MUSICAL and Dramatic Entertainments.

  • The Seven Ages.  A Tableau Entertainment.  Numerous male and female characters.  15c.
  • Too Late for the Train.  2 male characters.  15c.
  • Snow-bound; or, Alonzo the Brave and the Fair Imogene.  3 male, 1 female character.  25c.
  • Bonbons; or, The Paint-King.  3 male, 1 female character.  25c.
  • The Pedler of Very Nice.  7 male characters.  15c.
  • An Original Idea.  1 male, 1 female character.  15c.
  • Capuletta; or, Romeo and Juliet Restored.  3 male, 1 female character.  15c.

 

 

 

 


SPENCER’S UNIVERSAL STAGE.

36. Diamond cut Diamond.  An Interlude in One Act. By W. H. Murray.  10 Male, 1 Female character.
37. Look after Brown.  A Farce in One Act. By George A. Stuart, M. D.  6 Male, 1 Female character.
38. Monseigneur.  A Drama in Three Acts, By Thomas Archer.  15 Male, 3 Female characters.
39. A very pleasant Evening.  A Farce in One Act. By W. E. Suter.  3 Male characters.
40. Brother Ben.  A Farce in One Act. By J. M. Morton.  3 Male, 3 Female characters.
41. Only a Clod.  A Comic Drama in One Act. By J. P. Simpson.  4 Male, 1 Female character.
42. Gaspardo the Gondolier.  A Drama in Three Acts. By George Almar.  10 Male, 2 Female characters.
43. Sunshine through the Clouds.  A Drama in One Act. By Slingsby Lawrence.  3 Male, 3 Female characters.
44. Don’t Judge by Appearances.  A Farce in One Act. By J. M. Morton.  3 Male, 2 Female characters.
45. Nursey Chickweed.  A Farce in One Act. By T. J. Williams.  4 Male, 2 Female characters.
46. Mary Moo; or, Which shall I Marry?  A Farce in One Act. By W. E. Suter.  2 Male, 1 Female character.
47. East Lynne.  A Drama in Five Acts.  8 Male, 7 Female characters.
48. The Hidden Hand.  A Drama in Five Acts. By Robert Jones.  16 Male, 7 Female characters.
49. Silverstone’s Wager.  A Commedietta in One Act. By R. R. Andrews.  4 Male, 3 Female characters.
50. Dora.  A Pastoral Drama in Three Acts. By Charles Reade.  5 Male, 2 Female characters.
51. Blanks and Prizes.  A Farce in One Act. By Dexter Smith.  5 Male, 2 Female characters.
52. Old Gooseberry.  A Farce in One Act. By T. J. Williams.  4 Male, 2 Female characters.
53. Who’s Who.  A Farce in One Act. By T. J. Williams.  3 Male, 2 Female characters.
54. Bouquet.  A Farce in One Act.  2 Male, 3 Female characters.
55. The Wife’s Secret.  A Play in Five Acts. By George W. Lovell.  10 Male, 2 Female characters.
56. The Babes in the Wood.  A Comedy in Three Acts. By Tom Taylor.  10 Male, 3 Female characters.
57. Putkins: Heir to Castles in the Air.  A Comic Drama in One Act. By W. R. Emerson.  2 Male, 2 Female characters.
58. An Ugly Customer.  A Farce in One Act. By Thomas J. Williams.  3 Male, 2 Female characters.
59. Blue and Cherry.  A Comedy in One Act.  3 Male, 2 Female characters.
60. A Doubtful Victory.  A Comedy in One Act.  3 Male, 2 Female characters.
61. The Scarlet Letter.  A Drama in Three Acts.  8 Male, 7 Female characters.
62. Which will have Him?  A Vaudeville.  1 Male, 2 Female characters.
63. Madam is Abed.  A Vaudeville in One Act.  2 Male, 2 Female characters.
64. The Anonymous Kiss.  A Vaudeville.  2 Male, 2 Female characters.
65. The Cleft Stick.  A Comedy in Three Acts.  5 Male, 3 Female characters.
66. A Soldier, a Sailor, a Tinker, and a Tailor.  A Farce in One Act.  4 Male, 2 Female characters.
67. Give a Dog a Bad Name.  A Farce.  2 Male, 2 Female Characters.
68. Damon and Pythias.  A Farce.  6 Male, 4 Female characters.
69. A Husband to Order.  A Serio-Comic Drama in Two Acts.  5 Male, 3 Female characters.
70. Payable on Demand.  A Domestic Drama in Two Acts.  7 Male, 1 Female character.

Price, 15 cents each. Descriptive Catalogue mailed free on application to

GEO. M. BAKER & CO.,

149 Washington St., Boston.


Plays for Amateur Theatricals.

By GEORGE M. BAKER.

Author of “Amateur Dramas,” “The Mimic Stage,” “The Social Stage,” “The Drawing-room Stage,” “A Baker’s Dozen,” &c.

Titles in this Type are New Plays.

DRAMAS.
Cts.
In Three Acts.
My Brother’s Keeper.  5 male, 3 female characters. 15
In Two Acts.
Among the Breakers.  6 male, 4 female characters. 15
Sylvia’s Soldier.  3 male, 2 female characters. 15
Once on a Time.  4 male, 2 female characters. 15
Down by the Sea.  6 male, 3 female characters. 15
Bread on the Waters.  5 male, 3 female characters. 15
The Last Loaf.  5 male, 3 female characters. 15
In One Act.
Stand by the Flag.  5 male characters. 15
The Tempter.  3 male, 1 female charac. 15
COMEDIES and FARCES.
The Boston Dip.  4 male, 3 female characters. 15
The Duchess of Dublin.  6 male, 4 female characters. 15
We’re all Teetotalers.  4 male, 2 female characters. 15
A Drop too Much.  4 male, 2 female characters. 15
Thirty Minutes for Refreshments.  4 male, 3 female characters. 15
A Little More Cider.  5 male, 3 female characters. 15
Male Characters Only.
Gentlemen of the Jury.  12 char. 15
A Tender Attachment.  7 char. 15
The Thief of Time.  6 char. 15
The Hypochondriac.  5 char. 15
A Public Benefactor.  6 char. 15
The Runaways.  4 char. 15
Coals of Fire.  6 char. 15
Wanted, a Male Cook.  4 char. 15
A Sea of Troubles.  8 char. 15
FARCES.
Freedom of the Press.  8 char. 15
A Close Shave.  6 char. 15
The Great Elixir.  9 char. 15
The Man with the Demijohn.  4 char. 15
Humors of the Strike.  8 char. 15
New Brooms Sweep Clean.  6 char. 15
My Uncle the Captain.  6 char. 15
Female Characters Only.
The Red Chignon.  6 char. 15
Using the Weed.  7 char. 15
A Love of a Bonnet.  5 char. 15
A Precious Pickle.  6 char. 15
The Greatest Plague in Life.  8 cha. 15
No Cure, no Pay.  7 char. 15
The Grecian Bend.  7 char. 15
ALLEGORIES.
Arranged for Music and Tableaux.
The Revolt of the Bees.  9 female characters. 15
Lightheart’s Pilgrimage.  8 female characters. 15
The War of the Roses.  8 female characters. 15
The Sculptor’s Triumph.  1 male, 4 female characters. 15
MUSICAL AND DRAMATIC.
The Seven Ages.  A Tableau Entertainment. Numerous male and female characters. 15
Too Late for the Train.  2 male characters. 15
Snow bound: or, Alonzo the Brave and the Fair Imogene.  3 male, 1 female character. 25
Bonbons: or, The Paint-King.  3 male, 1 female character. 25
The Pedler of Very Nice.  7 male characters. 15
An Original Idea.  1 male, 1 female character. 15
Capuletta: or, Romeo and Juliet Restored.  3 male, 1 female character. 15

TEMPERANCE PIECES.

The Last Loaf.  5 male, 3 female characters. 15
The Tempter.  3 male, 1 female character. 15
We’re all Teetotalers.  4 male, 2 female characters. 15
A Drop too Much.  4 male, 2 female characters. 15
A Little More Cider.  5 male, 3 female characters. 15
The Man with the Demijohn.  4 characters. 15


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