Dunn. Haven’t played a game since I was a boy! (sits L. of table)
Tomp. (despondently) Sculpture is dead now Sillocks.
Sill. Don’t despond Tompkins, it may revive!
Dunn. Sculpture’s right enough in its way—but it isn’t in it with the Telephone, or the Telegraph, or the Tape, or the Typewriter.
Tomp. Ugh! All such inventions tend to warp the noblest traits of human nature.
Dunn. Statues are all right for decorating Parks, but there’s no money in them.
Sill. I’m in favor of the modern myself.
Tomp. And I sigh for the Antique—(sits R. of table L. C.) I should like to have lived in the days of Homer!
Dunn. Not for me. I can’t fancy existence without cheap postage, fast steamers, and penny-in-the-slot machines. I countenance every improvement. Move with the times I say, and get ahead of ’em if you can. (rise) I’m getting the Electric light put in now; we make our connection from the street here, just as you do with your gas.
Tomp. I hate gas. I would go back to the pine torch or the days of candles!