Prof. (starting in alarm).—
No!
Not yet!—you’d rub the paint off—wait awhile,
And see us do the business up in style.
(Prof. turns to Chemists—loud.)
Prepare the ice cream freezer. Hi! you flats!
Go, get the thunder ready—bring the cats!
Drag out that box of bloody paving stones!
Strike up the lightning—rattle out the groans!
(Chemists all run about and bring properties. Thunder and noises—gas down and low music.)