Bxchanged RUMOR Price, 30 Cents WALTER H. BAKER COMPANY BOSTON Oh, Kay! By Adam Applebud A Farce Gjmedy in Three Acts interlarded with mystery and thrills. 6m.. 5w. TTiree of the male characters have little to do. One easy interior. Plays a full evening. Here is another corking play by the author of BE AN OPTIMIST which will make as big a hit as that has. It will be fun to watch it, fun to act it and fun to rehearse it. It's a sort of mystery play with something doing every minute in the way of thrills, surprises and laughs. There are not any dead bodies falling out of closets and there are no gorillas, bats, spiders or other repulsive things running around but there s plenty of excitement and strange things happen before your eyes. IJGramp" with his flivver and- its never ending accessories and "Gram" with her habit of trying every patent medicine on the market are a couple of comedy roles which will furnish a couple of hundred laughs. Kay Millis, the girl detective, is a strong part calling for good acting while Art and Edith are juvenile parts of much appeal. TTien there are other good parts and as the plot moves all are enmeshed in the "tangled threads of mystery." Oh, yes, we must mention the Black Terror himself, who is the cause of an the trouble. Can it be . . .? Do you suppose . . .? He »s . . .? But the secret must be kept. If you have pleased audiences before you will certainly retain their good will by ofiFering them OH, KAY! THE PLAYERS Eldith Whitman. Evelyn Whitman, her mother. Arthur Whitman, her brother. Captain George Whitman, her father. "Gram." Pembroke. Alice Borden. The "Blcick Terror." "Gramp" Pembroke. Jim Hayes. Kay Millis, of the Millis Detective Agency. Fr»d Alden. The entire action of the play takes place in the Hving-room of the Whitmans in the course of one evening. A few minutes elapse between Acts I and II. Acts II and III are continuous. ROYALTY ONLY TEN DOLLARS Each Amateur Performance Books Thirty-Five Cents Each WALTER H. BAKER COMPANY 41 Winter Street, Boston, Mass. RUMOR A Play in One Act By RUTH CRUM KNUDTEN PRODUCTION LICENSE Amateur groups may use this play without paying a royalty fee, provided they have purchased at least eight copies of this printed pamphlet. All other rights includ- ing radio broadcasting, are reserved by Walter H. Baker Company, Boston, Mass. BOSTON WALTER H. BAKER COMPANY PUBLISHERS RUMOR Cot^N^a THE CAST " Billy " Gregg. Celeste Meade. " Dave " Overton. Miss Weatherby. Agatha Pennington. Mrs. Richards. Mrs. Meade. Miss Davis. Thomas Meade. Mr. Green. Ella Sparks. Mrs. Green. Scene. — A front porch. Time of Playing. — Approximately forty minutes. Copyright, 1929, by Walter H. Baker Company Made in U. S. A. ©ClDpub.85292 / " nftR 22 1929 TMP96-0065C3 RUMOR SCENE. — Fro7it porch of the Meade home. Crex rug on the floor. Reed settee, chair, small table, rocker. Larger table on zvhich are several things for a sale; some flowers. (Agatha Pennington, knozvn as Aggie, a partially deaf spinster of forty-nine years, is seated at the small table d. l., fingering in a note-book. She casu- ally casts an occasional interested glance at Billy and Dave, seated on the settee u. c. She is well- dressed, over-jewelled, and tries to act and look young; her hair is done in a fussy style; she has a soft, musical voice. Billy is a vivacious girl of tzventy-tzvo. She has light hair, done in the latest fashion. She looks neat and attractive in a simple two-piece sports dress. A small parcel is lying on her lap. In spite of her seemingly happy mood she has an underlying sad look. Dave is a tall, well- dressed young man of twenty-three, of likeable na- ture, quite shy. He has his arm thrown over the back of the seat, his hand dangling down behind zvhile he beats a tattoo. Thomas Meade, a well- built man of forty-eight, medium height, rather care- lessly, but well-dressed, comes to the door on l. from within. Before he is seen he is heard to call to someone in another part of the house.) Thomas, Send for me, Clara, if you v^^ant me. {He begins to whistle " Kiss Me Again " and entering, stops abruptly as he sees Aggie.) Aggie. {Happily, extending her hand) Why, Thomas Meade ! A pleasure this is, to be shore. Thomas. {Shaking her hand) Good-afternoon, Miss Agatha ! Does Clara know you are here ? 3 4 RUMOR Aggie. {Hand to her ear) Pardon? {Proudly.) It's treasurer I am {sighing) and a responsible position it is, Mr. Thomas. Thomas. I see. Well, I hope your sale will be profit- able. {He tosses up his hand and nods, and as he turns he notices Billy and Dave and goes to them. Aggie goes out l.) Daxts. Hello, Mr. Meade. Thomas. Why, hello, Dave. You here? Dave. Yes, I'm here again — wearing out my welcome. Thomas. Not at all ! Billy's friends are welcome any time. Dave, Thanks ! Thomas. {To Billy) You're not looking for a job this afternoon, are you ? Billy. {Laughing) It depends on what it is. Dave. She has one it seems — at least she has refused to go out with me. Billy. Dave, you know I'm wild to go, but duty be- fore pleasure to-day. Thomas. {Laughing) It must be important if she turns you down. {To Billy.) The sale? Billy. Oh, no ! I'm not a member of this club. What's the job 3^ou mentioned? Thomas. Clara asked me to take some clothes to the cleaner and Billy. Sure thing! I'll do that — I'm going that way to Mary Daniels soon. Thomas. Good ! You'll find them in the back hall. (Aggie, reentering, seats herself at the small table and begins to write in her note-hook.) Well, I'm off. So long. {He tosses up his hand and goes away leisurely, whistling "Kiss Me Again.") Billy. ) o i » Dave. \ Oolong! Billy. What Is that song he's whistling? {Hums a hit of it. ) I know it as well as anything. Dave. So do I. Funny how such things slip the mind, isn't it? RUMOR 5 Billy. But they're like the bad penny — usually turn up again. Dave. Say, if Dad wasn't using the car I'd drive you down-town. Billy. Hard luck ! But they won't be heavy. Dave. He may get back in time. (Dave half rises as if to go, but settles down again as Billy speaks.) Billy. {Picking up the package) Dave, you're a good old scout to bring this package. Dave. Oh, that's all right. It wasn't any trouble. What have you been buying? Billy. I bet you can't guess. Dave. Oh, I suppose some finery. Billy. You know it; it couldn't be finer. See! {She displays the contents, a baby's cap, jacket, and bootees. Aggie unobserved by Billy and Dave shows her amaze- ment and interest; then hastily busies herself zuith her book and pencil.) Dave. {Surprised) What? Baby duds? You start- ing an orphanage? Billy. {Laughing) Not quite. Mary Daniels has been terribly sick recently, and she's worried about the baby. Dave. That poor woman you've been helping, you mean? Billy. Yes, her husband died just before the baby was born. Poor woman ! She's having such a hard time. Dave. You bought these things for her. Billy. {Nodding) I thought the best way to forget one's own troubles was to think of someone else's. Dave. What? Billy. {Her face clouding) I don't suppose you re- member that it is just a year to-morrow since {Her voice breaks and she bites her lips.) Dave. {Thinking) To-morrow? The 29th? {Pat- ting Billy's hand.) You poor girl! (Aggie sees and shows her interest.) Billy. {Forcing back the tears) Death is terrible, 6 RUMOR Dave — to those who are left behind. Uncle Tom and Aunt Clara are wonderful to me, but — it's so lonesome at times. Dave. Your father and mother both were such needed people, too. It was a terrible accident. Billy. (Forcing a smile) But there, I'll be weeping for you if I'm not careful. Dave. Billy, you've been a brick. I'm proud that you're my friend. {Looking down the street.) There's Ella Sparks — coming early to get all the news, I suppose. (He rises.) Guess it's time for me to move on. Billy. I wonder whose " ears will burn " to-day ? Dave. I've always heard it said, " Out of sight, out of mind" — so let's hope ours won't. (Taking Billy's hand affectionately for a second.) Well, buck up, girl ! Remember Tm with you ! Billy. Thanks, Dave ! Good-bye. (Dave ^oc?^ away R. and Billy humming is about to enter the door l. when she turns about quickly and calls after him.) Oh, Dave ! " Kiss Me Again." (She smiles and waves her package and then goes indoors.) (Aggie looks up as she hears this and wonders what she has missed. She sees Ella Sparks, a woman of fifty-five, of medium height and weight. Ella wears a stylish but somewhat old-fashioned and un- becoming hat and dress. Her spectacles hang from her neck on a black ribbon. She uses these fre- quently for her sight is not the best even though her ears are sharp. She has seen Dave and heard Billy. ) Ella. (Very excited and angry) Oh! How shock- ing! (She hurries to Aggie.) Did you ever hear of such boldness! Aggie. (H er hand to ear) Pardon! Ella. (Angrily) I say, what were those two doing? Aggie. (Hand to ear) What am I doing, is it? Ella Sparks ! and who is there to manage this sale unless I be it? RUMOR 7 Ella. (Excited) Sister Meade ought to know about this. (Louder to Aggie.) I say, where is Sister Meade? Aggie. It's Sister Meade that you are wanting ! Just sit yourself down while I go after her. (Aggie goes into the house.) (Ella examines the things on the table and paces the floor at times, until Aggie, followed by Mrs. Meade, returns. Mrs. Meade extends her hand cordially to Ella, but the latter ignores it.) Mrs. Meade. Good-afternoon, Mrs. Sparks ! — Why, ■ — what ? Ella. (Sharply) Pardon me, Sister Meade, I'm go- ing to speak plain. — (Mrs. Meade nods in surprise.) I think you ought to keep your eyes and ears open to the doings about your house, that's what I do. Mrs. Meade. (Icily polite) Just what do you mean, Mrs. Sparks? I think I know pretty well the affairs of our family. Ella. You do ? — Well ! I'm shocked that you and Brother Meade allow such talk as I heard going on be- tween your Billy Gregg and Sadie Overton's boy on this porch when I came up. Mrs. Meade. Aggie, do you hear? (She steps close to Aggie and speaks louder. ) Aggie ! Did you see Billy doing anything out of the way on our porch? Aggie. (Rising, says play f idly) See anything on your porch, is it ? Och ! only a little luv-making — holding hands and the like. [Aggie exits l. (Mrs. Meade looks surprised but Ella does not give her a chance to speak.) Ella. There ! I knew it ! Hugging and kissing— in broad daylight, too. How brazen ! Mrs. Meade. Why, that's so unlike Billy. It must be a mistake, Ella. (Sharply) Well! I heard her with my own ears call to him and coax him to come back and kiss her just once more. A mistake? RUMOR (Aggie returns just as Miss Weatherby and Mrs. Richards arrive. They give their things for the sale to Aggie and she arranges them on the table and then sits down to write in her book.) Mrs. Meade. (Cordially — ignoring Ella's words) Why, Mrs. Richards, Miss Weatherby! I'm glad you came. Miss Weatherby. Oh, I'm so thrilled over this sale ! I only hope we make enough to furnish the hospital. Mrs. Richards. (Sighing) Our benefits always are a success. Mrs. Meade. (Enthusiastically) I'm sure we'll have a splendid write-up in the Daily to-morrow. Ella. Dear, dear ! — I wish I hadn't come. Miss Weatherby. Why, Mrs. Sparks, how can you say that? Think of all the poor cats and dogs we are benefiting by our small efforts this afternoon. Ella. My afternoon's all spoiled for me, now. (She looks at Mrs. Meade angrily while Miss Weatherby and Mrs. Richards look from one to another inquir- ingly. ) Miss Weatherby. (Interestedly) Why, what's the matter ? (Celeste Meade, a rather unattractive, sophisticated, twenty-one-year-old girl enters listlessly on r.) Celeste. (Casually to Mrs. Meade) Mother Mrs. Meade. (Excitedly) Oh, Celeste, dear! Will you run up to Billy's room and ask her to come down a moment, please? Celeste. (Listlessly) I guess I can. [Celeste exits l. closely followed by Mrs. Meade. Mrs. Richards. (Excitedly) Mrs. Sparks, you're not sick, are you? Someone get the camphor. Ella. No, I'm not sick — I'm furious — I just caught Billy Gregg and that young Overton lolling all over each other when I came. — But it's enough to make any good woman sick to see the way a lot of young folks carry RUMOR 9 on these days. I declare I don't know what this world is coming to. (Mrs. Meade reenters with a bouquet of flowers for the table.) Mrs. Richards. That's just what I told the mister this morning. Why, one of our neighbor's boys just last week stole their car and ran off with a girl. Nobody knows where they are now. Miss Weatherby. (Hostilely) Oh, I don't think young folks are any worse to-day than they were (Celeste reenters.) Celeste. Billy is not in her room and her hat's gone — she must have gone out. {She goes to steps and looks up and down street. ) (Miss Davis arrives unnoticed by all excepting Celeste.) Mrs. Meade. She didn't say anything — and Billy usu- ally tells someone when she goes out. {Noticing Miss Davis.) Good-afternoon, Miss Davis. Miss Davis. {Pleasantly) Good-afternoon, Mrs. Meade. Were you speaking about your Billy? Mrs. Meade. {Nods) Yes, Billy Gregg. Miss Davis. Wasn't she planning a trip? Mrs. Meade. {Trying to be casual) Oh, no! ( A larm ed. ) Why ? Miss Davis. I thought perhaps she was. I just met her carrying a suitcase and a small bundle. Ella. What's that? A suitcase? Baggage? Miss Davis. She got into Dave Overton's car just around the corner down there. {All become excited. Ella looks horrified.) Mrs. Meade. You're sure it was Billy? Miss Davis. If not she, it was her ghost. Mrs. Richards. Oh dear! I hope they're not run- ning away like our neighbors' (Celeste listens without a word.) 10 RUMOR Mrs. Meade. I'm puzzled (Mrs. Meade goes indoors. Celeste goes off- the porch. Aggie writes in her book.) Mrs. Richards. It's too bad for the Aleades. It seems her father and Air. Meade were close friends. Ella. What more could you expect from an only child? Pampered as, they say, she was. I heard her folks were well off. (Mrs. Bates arrives outside, panting. She is not seen, but heard. Mrs. Richards meets her at the door.) Mrs. Bates. {Off stage) Oh, I'm so out of breath. No, I'll not come in. Mrs. Richards. I must tell you the news, Mrs. Bates. Billy Gregg and Dave Overton have eloped. (Ella goes to the door.) Mrs. Bates. {Off stage and excited) Do tell. Why, I saw Billy Gregg in at Marshall's just yesterday. She was buying baby clothes. Mrs. Richards. ) What? Baby clothes? Well, of all Ella. ) things ! Mrs. Bates. Say, you don't suppose Ella. I shouldn't be surprised. Half the young peo- ple to-day can't be trusted. I tell you what with auto- mobiles, late hours, movies, dances and the like it's no wonder. We didn't carry on that way when I was young. Mrs. Bates. {Excitedly) Here, take this package, I'll hurry back to tell the women of our neighborhood, they'll all want to know. Miss Davis. {To Miss Weatherby) Let's go too. (Miss Weatherby and Miss Davis go out r. Mrs. Meade returns. Ella and Mrs. Richards go to Aggie with the package. All gather around to see.) Mrs. Richards. Eliza Bates just brought this. Ella. She said she saw Billy Gregg buying baby clothes yesterday, and at the time she thought it looked suspicious. {Excitement.) HUMOR 11 Aggie. It's baby clothes, Is it ? Did you see them too ? I wonder what it is that Billy and Dave are going to do with them? {Sentimentally.) Little knitted things! Och! Mrs. Meade. Why, Aggie, did you see them? Aggie, (Delighted) See them? — to be shore. (Ella is shocked. All stand around Aggie as she stands looking at the settee. After a moment she puts Mrs. Bates' donation on the table and exits soberly. Mrs. Meade paces the floor sedately.) Mrs. Meade. {To herself) Why didn't I go to her when she was crying yesterday ! {All have heard and look shocked. Ella purses her lips and shakes her head as if she is convinced about something.) Ella. Crying, eh ! That's all / need to know. Mrs. Meade. {Pacing sedately) Billy, Billy, what have you done to us? (Mr. and Mrs. Green enter. Mr. Green, a nervous man of fifty-eight, with a high-pitched voice, is su- perintendent of the Cat and Dog Hospital. Mrs. Green, same age, is stout, short of breath and very talkative. Celeste follows listlessly.) Mrs. Green. How do you do, ladies ! All. How do you do, Mrs. Green! Mr. Green! Mrs. Green. Well, what are the proceeds so far? (All look from one to another and say nothing. Then they all look at Mrs. Meade.) Mrs. Meade looks like a ghost. What has happened? Ella. I suppose it's up to me to tell it I It will come out sooner or later so I may as well. {She draws closer to Mrs. Green.) Billy Gregg is in trouble and has run away. [Celeste goes out into the yard. Mrs. Green. {To her husband) Disgraced and ran away. {Shaking her head.) T-t-t-t ! There you have 12 RUMOR it. How unfortunate that it had to happen to-day — is it affecting the sale? What are the proceeds? Mrs. Meade. There must be some mistake about this. Mrs. Green. I hope so. It's such a disgrace. I've always said to my friends, " You can have your children if you want them, but give me a cat or a dog any day. They're not half the trouble and they'll not disgrace you some day after you have sacrificed yourself for them." Ella. Mrs. Green, you have a wonderful mind. Mrs. Green. That's what everyone tells me. Mr. Green. {In high-pitched voice, very nervously) There aren't many women who are so devoted to animals as Mrs. Green is. Mrs. Meade. I believe it, Mr. Green. Mr. Green. The sunporch at the hospital is her own idea ; it is a very great service that you kind ladies of the Good Samaritan club are doing to-day. Mrs. Green. But it would seem {She looks in- quiringly about.) There are no proceeds yet? {To her husband. ) Jay, let us run down to the Murphys and tell them the news. Mr. Green. All right. Mrs. Green. We shall be back. [Mr. and Mrs. Green go out r. (Miss Davis and Miss Weatherby, excited, return; Celeste follows leisurely.) Miss Davis. Celeste just told us. My, I'm so sur- prised. Billy always seemed so nice. Ella. {Sharply) One never can tell! As for me I've always wondered how it was that she had so much company when ■ Miss Weatherby. She is so jolly and full of life — I like her myself. Ella. {Sharply) Nice girls like Celeste here and my Doris don't have so much company, I've noticed. (Aggie goes to the group.) Aggie. {Anxiously) What can the matter be? So excited you are! RUMOR 13 Ella. (Sharply) Sister Pennington, only your hear- ing can keep you from being excited when such a calam- ity has befallen us. Aggie. (Excitedly) Someone has fallen? Och me! ( Wringing her hands.) At the new building, to be shore. Who might it be? Mrs. Richards. (Hastening) Why, haven't you heard the news ? Billy Gregg is in trouble Aggie. Billy Gregg, is it? And to think of them two a-sittin' there (looks toward settee) just like two turtle doves, they were. Och my ! Is she dead ? Ella. (Loudly) It's better she was — she's in trouble and is eloping. Aggie. (Sinks into a chair) What? Terrible it is, to be shore. (She fans herself and rocks.) Miss Davis. Over there is Mrs. Dawson. I know she'd be interested. Let's tell her. [Miss Davis and Miss Weatherby go out r. (Thomas hurries in breathless. Mrs. Meade goes to him. ) Mrs. Meade. Oh, Tom. Thomas. Clara, what's all this talk about Billy and Dave that's running around town? Everybody's talking. Mrs. Meade. I know, our reputation will be ruined. Billy left with a suitcase by the back door, and Miss Davis saw her drive off with Dave. Before that she and Dave were spooning on the porch here. Yesterday Ce- leste saw her crying and Eliza Bates caught her in at Marshall's buying baby clothes and Thomas. (Smiling, whistles) Did she steal the silver before she left? Ella. We venture to say she has disgraced you and eloped. Thomas. Bosh ! I'll wait a while before I believe that. Billy's as fine a girl as ever I knew, and I'd trust her any place. Better go easy unless you have the facts. It's a serious matter to malign a person's character. Ella. Well, I'll tell you I'm not used to hearing such 14 RUMOR talk from my young folks as I heard from her to-day. I wouldn't trust her out of my sight. Thomas. Clara, you don't believe all this bunk about Billy, do you? Mrs, Meade. I hope it isn't true, but really it's Thomas. Tommyrot! {He exits l. and for some time after is heard whistling indistinctly.) (Mrs. Meade sinks into the rocker and folds her hands in her lap. Miss Davis and Miss Weatherby re- turn.) Miss Davis. Mrs. Dawson had already heard about it. She is so surprised and sorry. She asked if we were helping her — Good Samaritan-like, you know. Mrs. Richards. Why, I hadn't thought of that. It's just the kind of opportunity we have been waiting for for years. Now to think it had to come just when we have these poor cats and dogs on our hands. What shall we do? Miss Davis. Let's postpone the sunporch — we can do that any time — and for once {happily excited) let's do something for a fallen friend. This opportunity truly is a Godsend. Miss Weatherby. {Runs to Miss Davis and to- gether they skip about jubilantly) Let's do, let's do! Why, we could get a crib and blankets and toys, and there still Avould be lots of other things, even if she does have the layette. Aggie. Those are my thinks. It's God-mother that I could be, and a good one I'd be, to be sure. Why, al- ways it was children to care for that I wanted. Och me ! Mrs. Meade. But, ladies, how could we explain our change of plans to Mr. and Mrs. Green? Besides Ella. {Sharply) We won't. I for one will oppose it. I don't mind doing something for a helpless child, but when our money and time and energy go to help any girl out of such a predicament, why — I say let her bear her own shame. If she was my girl, I'd wash my hands of her forever. Think of the disgrace. I wouldn't have any pride left if I meddled in such affairs. RUMOR 15 (Thomas enters with a note and lays it on the table.) Thomas. Johnny Clark just brought this note for Billy. He said Mary Daniels just died. [Thomas exits. Mrs. Richards. Mary Daniels? Why, I didn't know- she was sick. Ella. I did. She's been real bad lately I heard. Strange such poor folks live as long as they do. Miss Weathergy. I wonder what will happen to her children now — the younger one isn't very old, I believe. Ella. (Sharply) Oh, there are plenty of institutions I suppose where they can be cared for — and a sight bet- ter training they'll have, no doubt. Who knows it may be a blessing that she died. Miss Davis. (Shocked) Mrs. Sparks! They may get the training all right, but not a mother's love and every child needs that. (Mr. and Mrs. Green return.) Mrs. Green. Dear! Dear! Has no one else come to the sale? It's too bad, I declare. I'm afraid the pro- ceeds We met several people coming but w^hen we told them the news they walked along back with us to hear all about it, so excited they all were. Mrs. Richards. In your absence, Mrs. Green, the majority of us here to-day have decided that in view of the present opportunity, we wish to postpone the sun- porch for some time, and to devote our efforts just now to a genuine Good Samaritan act and take care of (Mrs. Green, horrified, shrieks.) Mr. Green. Oh, Evangeline! Come sit down. (He drags her to a chair and pushes her in; then stands by and fans her.) A delicate woman like Mrs. Green can- not stand such a shock. She will be all right soon, I think. (Mrs. Green fumbles in her hand-bag and drawing out her smelling salts, uses it and soon revives.) Mrs. Green. (Angered, rises) Did I understand 16 RUMOR you? You won't furnish the sunporch? You must. I bought the things just this morning. {Sinks into her chair again.) Ella. {To the others) Of course. We have our good name to uphold at least. Then, too, as I said, I'm not in favor Mrs. Green. That gratifies me, Mrs. Sparks. I thought you v^^ere a far-seeing woman. {There is considerable commotion, for Billy and Dave have just been noticed by Miss Weatherby and Miss Davis, piling some things into the car in front of the house.) Miss Weatherby. Why, Billy and Dave are out there now. {All gather near to look.) Ella. They're moving her things. (Thomas calmly enters l., whistling. He has a smile on his face, and going to the gate calls.) Thomas. Hey, Billy ! Come here ! (Billy, looking sad, with hair and hat pushed back enters running. Over one arm hangs a shawl.) Billy. What is it, Uncle Tom, I'm — I'd rather not come in just now. (Mrs. Meade hurries toward her and calls out in a strange voice.) Mrs. Meade. Oh, Billy! Why (Billy pats Mrs. Meade's artn.) Thomas. Here's the note. Billy. {Taking it eagerly) Oh, thanks. {She reads it.) (Ella and Mrs. Richards move c. l.) Mrs. Richards. It is time for us to decide just how we are going to help her if we wish to tell her while she's here. RUMOR 17 Ella, {To Mrs. Richards) We can't be sentimental and easy when it comes to dealing with such cases, — besides we have our good name. Mrs. Green. Yes, and mine too ! (Thomas looks about interestedly. Billy finishes her note and gives it to Thomas, who reads it, too. Billy stands with eyes on the floor.) Mrs. Richards. (Going to Billy and patting Jier arm) It's a terrible thing, Billy, but there, don't worry. We'll help you some way. (Miss Weatherby and Miss Davis nod approval. Ella looks angrily at Billy; Miss Davis and Miss Weatherby sympathetically. Aggie seems to have pleasant thoughts on her mind. Mrs. Green is angry and Mr. Green hovers about her. Mrs. Meade and Celeste stand looking at Billy.) Billy. Oh, thank you ! I hadn't expected such kind- ness. It is terrible. {Sighs and shakes her head as she gazes blankly into space.) It's the baby that worries me. If only it hadn't happened. Ella. Did you ever hear of such boldness ! No shame at all these days ! Billy. I must hurry now. Dave is waiting. ( Billy exits L. ; as she passes, Aggie speaks. ) Aggie. Poor lass. Ella. If you women insist on changing our plans I shall withdraw my name from the Club, Miss Weatherby. No, no, Mrs, Sparks ! We would not think of forcing you to do that, but because the ma- jority of us present feel the same way about the matter of postponement, we think the others will agree. We hope you will see fit to do the same. Ella. Never for that! If it was some honorable thing, why Mrs. Richards. Mrs. Sparks, I don't see how you can be so obstinate, but since you are, I suppose you expect the rest of us to give in. Maybe you'll agree to change 18 RUMOR ^__^_ our name then. I won't stay in a Club called " Good Samaritan " and turn up my nose to dut}'. Miss Weatherby. } -r Miss Davis. \ ^ '^^^^^■ (Thomas, calling and zuhistling to Dave, motions him to come.) Thomas. Dave, oh, Dave ! ( Billy enters with shazvl and blanket. She stands ' amazed and listens.) Mrs. Green. {Frantically) That's it, change your club's name. I'll be ruined if you don't. Oh dear, and the furniture coming this evening. You women can't go back on your word. (Dave enters. To Billy.) Don't let them. Ella. Mrs. Green, we can't change our name. Mrs. Richards. {To Ella) Well, then, it's one thing or the other. Choose for yourself. Billy. What's all this about? Thomas. Billy, these women tell me that you and Dave were necking here on the porch. ( Billy gasps and looks at Dave, ivho is embarrassed.) I hear that you have a baby's layette for your own use, and everybody is talking about it. Dave. {Angrily) Who said that? {As no one an- swers, he speaks louder, stamping his foot.) I say, who said that? Billy. {SJiocked) Well, of all things, why pick on me? Ella. Never in my born days did I see such bold- ness ! Thinks, I suppose, that no one saw the clothes and the suitcase. Billy. Suitcase? Now where does the suitcase come in, I wonder. Dave. I suppose they have it that we're eloping. Ella. There now — a guilty conscience I dare say ! Mrs. Richards. You did have a suitcase, did you not? Dave. {Still angry) Yes, and it isn't empty either. RUMOR 19 I suppose you will want to see inside, so I'll just get it. Billy. (Anxiously) Oh, Dave, wh (Dave disappears with a hound, Billy starts after him but returns.) Ella. (Pursing her lips and shaking her head) There now. (Dave dashes up zvitJi a suitcase, and Billy rushes toward him.) Billy. Oh, Dave, let's go, they are waiting for us. (Dave, unheeding, opens the suitcase, displaying the contents. Mrs. Meade's dresses and Thomas's suit for the cleaner. The women exclaim.) Ella. {Triumphantly to Thomas) There, now are you satisfied? Their clothes ! If that isn't proof enough ! (Thomas removes Dave's coat and slips on the coat in the suitcase, and holds up the trousers to him; Billy holds up one of Mrs. Meade's dresses. Suit and dress do not fit either. The zuomen look cha- grined. Mrs. Meade gasps, and looks at Thomas who is amused.) Thomas. (Laughing) Where did you two buy your wedding duds? (Aggie, Dave and Billy join Thomas in laughing heartily. The others look about embarrassed.) Mrs. Meade. Tom, did you do this ? Ella. (Hotly) Well, it's a smart trick, I do say, but the layette wall not be disposed of so easily. Billy. (Angrily) Layette? Who said I had a lay- ette? Say! (Calming herself.) I'd be peeved if this w^ere not so absurd. Who started this talk anyway ? All. I didn't. Dave, (Remembering) Your package, Billy. 20 RUMOR Billy. {Surprised) I'd forgotten about that, — the things for little Jackie Daniels. {Angrily.) If you {Sighing.) No, I won't quarrel about those to-day, I just came away from Death. I wish you could have seen how cute Jackie looked in the first little jacket he ever had. Poor little fellow, there never was a layette, but he needs one, that's sure. Those poor kiddies ! (Thomas stands looking at Ella, who is conscience- stricken and speechless.) Mrs, Richards. Aggie, did you hear? The baby clothes were for the Daniels' baby. Aggie. {Disappointed) For the Daniels' baby? Och ! To think it's a God-mother I can't be ; so set upon it I was^ to be shore. A baby to care for, at my house, was what I wanted. {She slips into a chair and buries her head on the table disappointed. Billy rushes to her.) Billy. Aggie, do you mean that? {Shakes her.) Tell me, do you mean that you would like to have a baby to care for? Would you take two instead of one? Aggie. {Lifting her head) Is it out of my head that I am? A baby? Two children? Is it that, what you said? It's wanting them I've been all my life. Billy. You dear. No, you are not out of your mind or dreaming either. Little Mary and Jackie Daniels are darling. I'd take them myself if I could. I'm so re- lieved that they will have a good home. Mrs. Richards. Aggie can't do it all. We all want to help. {General commotion.) Miss Davis. Let's outfit them — a real Samaritan act. All. Yes ! Yes ! (Mrs. Green has been sitting rigidly in her chair, now she sinks hack with a wail. Mr. Green searches for her smelling salts.) Mrs, Green, Oh, how can I pay the thirty-five dol- lars for the furniture to-night ? Billy. {Going to Mrs. Green) Mrs, Green, thirty- RUMOR 21 five dollars, is it? I'm so happy about Aggie taking the baby and all, — will you let me be responsible for the bill ? I've always liked animals. Mrs. Green. {Hugging Billy so tightly she gasps for breath) WILL I? You dear girl. Billy. Aggie, come on along and see your children. Dave, let's go. [Aggie, Dave and Billy go out r. happily. Thomas. Now, Ella Sparks and the rest of you, be- fore I go, there is one thing I want to say. There are too many people like you in this world, who are blind to the good about them, but who, always, are looking about into other's affairs, eager to make mountains out of mole-hills. Age always looks at youth with suspicion. It was the same in our day. A character can be ruined in a day, but it often takes a lifetime to undo the work of rumor. What this world needs is not fault-finding and slander, but understanding and sympathy. Some people don't know the difference between friendliness and abandon. Here is an innocent girl, who can claim the name of Good Samaritan more than any of you. Listen to this: {He opens Billy's note and reads with feeling.) Dear Miss Billy : I am writing you this note to tell you I am growing weaker. Dr. Gordon says my time is short. How can I thank you? You have been so kind to me and the children. You have been my one friend in need. Without you I would have given up sooner. My dear little Mary — and the baby! I am broken-hearted to leave them. I can't bear to think of them in a Home, but there is no other way. Oh, Miss Billy, won't you visit them sometimes and tell them that their father and mother loved them and want them to be good children. Won't you help them to be like you, Miss Billy? I could ask for nothing better for them. Now — I'm very weak — I'm afraid, unless you come very soon, I shall not see you again. Thank you again for all the food and clothes and cheer that you brought to us. Good-bye, Miss Billy. God bless you ! Yours forever, Mary Daniels. {The women stand about, some with tears in their eyes, others looking very thoughtful.) 22 RUMOR Mrs. Richards. Well, of all things ! Strange we hadn't heard about it before. Miss Weatherby. I am not surprised, though, for Miss Billy always seemed so nice. Ella. One never can tell ! I'll never forget this day. CURTAIN Fixing It For Father By J. C. McMullen A Farce in Three Acts. 6m., 5w. One easy interior. Father was a very staid professor of a very staid college. He was re- ceiving under his name, letters for his brother-in-law, a high stepper who was, unknown to the professor, carrying on a correspondence with a matrimonial agency widow. The professor's two daughters found the letters emd what they and their two boy "friends" didn't do to Father isn't worth telling. One of the boys decides he will meet the widow as the Professor and disgust her with professors in general. The other boy decides that he, as the widow, will meet the Professor and disgust him with widows. They meet — each other and the fun commences. There are 1 1 characters of equal importance, the dialogue is snappy and the action rapid. There isn't a dull moment in two hours. If you are looking for a play for an evening of culture, don't bother with this, but if you are looking for a farce that starts with a bang, rushes its way through three acts and winds up with a wallop, by all means, try it. THE CAST Prof. John Risdon, of Westport College. Elinor and Beatrice, his daughters. Dick Cunard, his brother-in-law. Emma Blanchard, his sister-in-law. William Merton, his boyhood friend. Harold, Merton's son. Harry Chalmers, in love with Beatrice. Jack Denton, in love with Elinor. Fanchon La Vonde, the widow. Aunt Lize, the autocrat of the Risdon household. Act I. Living-room of the Professor's home, at Westport, near New York, 6:00 o'clock, Friday evening. Act IL The same. 7:15 P.M. Act in. The same. 8:00 P. M. ROYALTY ONLY TEN DOLLARS Each Amateur Performance Books Thirty-Five Cents Each WALTER H. BAKER COMPANY 41 Winter Street, Boston, Mass. Turning The Trick Bg J. C. McMullen A Comedy-Drama in Three Acts. 6m., 5w. A rapidly moving sure-fire play that is meeting with astounding success with amateurs. A great title, a peach of a show, one set stands for thee acts. Plays a full evening. Patrick Casey, retired contractor, becoming dis- gusted with the ultra-modem life of his better-half Mary Anne and his son and daughter, asserts his independence assisted by Detective Jim, son of an old friend, and George Drake, Kathleen's steady. How he frustrates the diamond smugglers in whose coils his son is entangled, is cleverly worked out and he also proves the "O'Malleys are good enough for the Caseys." There are opportunities for clever dramatic bits in the parts of Anna Bairski, the fake bolshevik and "Humpy." Delightful comedy parts in Armand, the he dress- maker and Mary Anne, and as for Patrick, we know of no better Irish part written into any play. A true son of the old sod yet typically American and genuine. Not a farcical note in his make-up. MEET THE CAST Patrick Casey, a retired contractor. Mary Anne, his wife. Michael, his son. Kathleen and Maggie, his daughters. George Drake, a friend of the family. Eileen, the maid. "Humpy" Steele, the janitor. Jim Dougherty, of the U. S. Treasury Department. Madam Anna Bairski, a red. Armand Francois Boni Aime De Lovier, a modiste. Place: New York City. Scene: Living-room of the Casey residence. Time: The present. ROYALTY ONLY TEN DOLLARS Each Amateur Performance Books Thirty-Five Cents Each WALTER H. BAKER COMPANY 41 Winter Street, Boston, Mass. Be An Optimist By Adam Applebud The Quintessence of Nonsense in Three Acts. 6m ; 7w., all equally important, with the opportunity, if desired, to use several "supers" with no lines. 2 simple interiors. Adam Applebud certainly blossomed forth with as memy original situations and bits of business as a centipede has pedal extremities when he wrote "Be An Optimist." Funnier things happen than you ever dreamed of after a midnight encounter with a welsh-rarebit. For instance, can you imagine manufacturing a mummy with a love-sick swain, surgical bandages and a pail of coffee as the chief ingredients? Also, why are shot-guns and baseball bats vital to the antique business to say nothing of sledge-hammers and tooth-brushes? And why should Madame Goopher, the trance medium, faint when she suddenly discovers she isn't a liar after all? Would you stand within three feet of your best pal and listen to him make love to your girl and hear her ask him for a kiss? Our hero does, and he is helpless under the prevailing circumstances. The property man won't be worried as the "propjs" most important to the play are found in every home. Tbe characters are more assorted than the component parts of boarding-house hash, and they will keep the laugh center in your medulla working livelier than a cash register in a bargain basement. Warning! If you yearn for "Culchaw" or have a burning desire to aid in the uplift of the "drahma," do« t open a copy of "Be An Optimist"; but if you want the rafters of the old town hall to ring with laughter, hop to it! THE PEOPLE OF THE PLAY AS YOU MEET THEM Isaac Golditch, antiquer, of the Golditch Art Shop Becky, his daughter. Pietro D'Angelo Caccialino, expert worm-holer. Jimmie Maynard, "the poor stiff." Mildred Clinton, who is in love and likes it. Mrs. Clinton, "why mother-in-law jokes are true." Mike, just what his name suggests. Ray Hudson, a friend in need, but scarcely in deed. Miss Hull, interior decorator. Maggie, not green — for "greenness" wears off, so call her stupid. Ethel Peabody, who defies love to affect her. Spencer, a paid guest. Madame Goopher, dispenser of spirits. Guests at the Ball. They Are Seen During Act I— In the Golditch Art Shop. Morning. During Act II — In Mrs. Clinton's Home. Afternoon. During Act III — Still at Mrs. Clinton's. The next evening. ROYALTY ONLY TEN DOLLARS Each Amateur Performance Books Thirty-Five Cents Each ^^ THE BEST LIKED PLAY IN THE UNITED STATES AND ( library of congress The Arrival ■■« i 016 103 584 1 By Norman Lee Swartout A Farce in Three Acts For Five Men and Four Wome One Easy Interior Set The perennial success which has been played on the professional stage more tlian five thousand times and over fifteen hundred times by amateurs, with an increasing number of productions each year. One of those rare and really fimny plays which acts itself, is always a success and has to be repeated. Easily produced. Each part a star part. Bobbie Baxter pursuing his little love affair with Jane against the opposition of his uncle, William Wmkler, has occasion to disguise himself as a woman and is mistaken for Kitty, an actress and close friend of Winkler's, to the vast confusion of everything and every- body, which is intensified by the arrival of the real Kitty. 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