ACT I
Scene 1: Curtain rises to terrific snow-storm. Thermometer 906 degrees below faro—zero. Heroine, as poor flower-girl, enters in an automobile; bunch of violets in each hand, bunch of roses in another, while with the other she holds herself—erect. She wears a beautiful sealskin coat, and a sad smile, for her parents have only five million dollars apiece and no coal, and she has to help support the family by selling violets and daffodils at so much per daffi.
“Fresh violets! Fresh roasted violets!” she cries. Enter chorus and sing song in answer to The Maiden’s Prayer.
Exit chorus, enter villain, an icy smile on his face. Can you blame it?
“I have come to ask you for your hand.”
“I have only two. I have none to spare—I need them both!” the maiden cries.
“O, car-r-ses! car-r-ses! and once again car-r-ses! Can nothing thaw you?” the villain thus speaks.
“You are a bum actor. I cannot give you a hand. I can only give you the frozen face.”
“Filed—foiled! in act first, but watch my smoke in act two.” Curtain, VERY quick curtain.