Openface.—I just recollect that there is a dollar bill in the middle pocket of my wallet; see what time I could have saved if—(feels in his pockets)—if—if—I had only—(still feeling in his pockets)—if I had only thought of it before. (Discovers that his wallet is gone.) Come back you, there! Watch! Thieves!
(Falls on his knees) Police! Police!
(Enter Policeman—R.)
Policeman (poking Openface in side with club).—Git up! Git up!
Openface.—Police! I’m robbed, I’m—I’m—murder!
(Enter Pedestrians—Running.)
Policeman.—He’s got ’em bad; a genteel case of the tremmens.
(Pedestrians laugh.)
Policeman.—Somebody git a push-cart; there’s one down at the corner grocery.
Pedestrian.—I