George Crane. Sir, don’t you regard it as a part of an editor’s duty to unmask villany and expose it to the world?
Ed. Certainly, sir.
G. C. Then I should like to furnish you with some information respecting a neighbor of mine, named Henry Perkins. He is a hypocrite, sir! He professes a good deal, but secretly practises petty acts of meanness. I have every reason to believe that he beats his wife; and he has been suspected of robbing his neighbor’s hen-roosts. Just write an article touching him up, and I’ll subscribe to your paper for a year.
Ed. (cautiously). Cash in advance?
G. C. (promptly). Yes.
Ed. Very well, then. I’m your man.
(G. C. hands Ed. five-dollar bill, and receives two dollars back as change. Exit G. C., L. Enter William Randall, L.)
William Randall. Is Mr. Clark in?
Ed. No, sir; but as his substitute I shall be happy to serve you.
W. R. You must know, sir, that I have been laboring for some years past on the preparation of a remedy for dyspepsia. At length, after great labor and research, I have prepared a pill which I am sure will prove an infallible cure in the most obstinate cases. I have the pleasure, sir, of presenting you with a box of Dr. William Randall’s Anti-Dyspepsia Pills (passes box to him).