JIM.
Who you talkin’’bout?
DAVE.
Hoo-oo? (Facetiously) You ain’t no owl. Your feet don’t fit no limb.
JIM.
Aw, nigger, hush.
DAVE.
Aw, hush, yourself. (He walks away for a minute as DAISY turns to meet some newcomers. DAVE throws his package of gum down on the ground. It breaks and several children scramble for the pieces. An old man, very drunk, carrying an empty jug enters on left and staggers tipsily across stage.) (MAYOR JOE CLARK emerges from the store and looks about for his marshall.)
CLARK.
(Bellowing) Lum Boger!
LUM BOGER.
(Eating a stalk of cane) Yessir!
CLARK.
I God, Lum, take your lazy self off that keg and go light that town lamp. All summer long you eatin’up my melon, and all winter long you chawin’up my cane. What you think this town is payin’you for? Laying round here doin’nothin’? Can’t you see it’s gettin’dark?
(LUM BOGER rises lazily and takes the soap box down stage, stands on it to light the lamp, discovers no oil in it and goes in store. In a few moments he comes out of store, fills the lamp and lights it.)
DAISY.
(Coming back toward JIM) Ain’t you all gonna play and sing a little somethin’for me? I ain’t heard your all’s music much for so long.
JIM.
Play anything you want, Daisy. Don’t make no difference what ’tis I can pick it. Where’s that old coon, Dave? (Looking around for his partner.)