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ST. JOHN:

                    Aye, Madam, I'll Swap souls with you and lead the cold sea-green Amphibians of Prohibition on, Pallid of nose and webbed of foot, swim-bladdered, Gifted with gills, invincible!

MRS. HAYES:

                    Enough, Stand forth and consummate the interchange. (While McDonald and Pitts-Stevens modestly turn their backs, the latter blushing a delicate shrimp-pink, St. John and Mrs. Hayes effect an exchange of immortal parts. When the transfer is complete McDonald turns and advances, uncorking a bottle of Vinegar Bitters.) MCDONALD (chanting):     Nectar compounded of simples       Cocted in Stygian shades—     Acids of wrinkles and pimples       From faces of ancient maids—     Acrid precipitates sunken       From tempers of scolding wives     Whose husbands, uncommonly drunken,       Are commonly found in dives,—     With this I baptize and appoint thee                                         (to St. John.)       To marshal the vinophobe ranks.     In the name of Dambosh I anoint thee                    (pours the liquid down St. John's back.)       As King of aquatical cranks! (The liquid blisters the royal back, and His Majesty starts on a dead run, energetically exclaiming. Exit St. John.)

MRS. HAYES:

My soul! My soul! I'll never get it back Unless I follow nimbly on his track. (Exit Mrs. Hayes.)

PITTS-STEVENS:

O my! he's such a beautiful young man! I'll follow, too, and catch him if I can. (Exit Pitts-Stevens.)

MCDONALD:

He scarce is visible, his dust so great! Methinks for so obscure a candidate He runs quite well. But as for Prohibition— I mean myself to hold the first position. (Produces a pocket flask, topes a cruel quantity of double-distilled thunder-and-lightning out of it, smiles so grimly as to darken all the stage and sings):     Though fortunes vary let all be merry,       And then if e'er a disaster befall,     At Styx's ferry is Charon's wherry             In easy call.     Upon a ripple of golden tipple       That tipsy ship'll convey you best.     To king and cripple, the bottle's the nipple             Of Nature's breast! (Curtain.)

SLICKENS

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.

HAYSEED a Granger

NOZZLE a Miner

RINGDIVVY a Statesman

FEEGOBBLE a Lawyer

JUNKET a Committee

Scene—Yuba Dam.

Feegobble, Ringdivvy, Nozzle.

NOZZLE:

My friends, since '51 I have pursued The evil tenor of my watery way, Removing hills as by an act of faith—

RINGDIVVY:

Just so; the steadfast faith of those who hold, In foreign lands beyond the Eastern sea, The shares in your concern—a simple, blind, Unreasoning belief in dividends, Still stimulated by assessments which, When the skies fall, ensnaring all the larks, Will bring, no doubt, a very great return. ALL (singing):         O the beautiful assessment,         The exquisite assessment,         The regular assessment,           That makes the water flow.

RINGDIVVY:

The rascally-assessment!

FEEGOBBLE:

The murderous assessment!

NOZZLE:

        The glorious assessment           That makes my mare to go!

FEEGOBBLE:

But, Nozzle, you, I think, were on the point Of making a remark about some rights— Some certain vested rights you have acquired By long immunity; for still the law Holds that if one do evil undisturbed His right to do so ripens with the years; And one may be a villain long enough To make himself an honest gentleman. ALL (singing):         Hail, holy law,         The soul with awe           Bows to thy dispensation.

NOZZLE:

It breaks my jaw!

RINGDIVVY:

It qualms my maw!

FEEGOBBLE:

        It feeds my jaw,         It crams my maw,           It is my soul's salvation!

NOZZLE:

Why, yes, I've floated mountains to the sea For lo! these many years; though some, they say, Do strand themselves along the bottom lands And cover up a village here and there, And here and there a ranch. 'Tis said, indeed, The granger with his female and his young Do not infrequently go to the dickens By premature burial in slickens. ALL (singing):         Could slickens forever         Choke up the river,         And slime's endeavor           Be tried on grain,         How small the measure         Of granger's treasure,           How keen his pain!

RINGDIVVY:

"A consummation devoutly to be wished!" These rascal grangers would long since have been Submerged in slimes, to the last man of them, But for the fact that all their wicked tribes Affect our legislation with their bribes. ALL (singing):         O bribery's great—         'Tis a pillar of State,           And the people they are free.