MADAME PRINCETON’S TEMPLE OF BEAUTY.
Scene—Entrance R. and L. in 1. D. F., L. C.; shelves for “goods” against flat R. C., sofa near wall up L., chair between that and door R., table with books and flowers down L. C., operating chair (barber’s) R. C.; other chairs and little accessories to taste, but do not crowd stage. May be played in any room having two doors.
Susan. (Discovered as curtain rises examining toilet articles on shelves.) The skin food is nearly out. Skin food! Mutton fat and bergamot, cost, ten cents a jar. China jar and gilt label twenty cents more, total thirty cents, sells for five dollars. Well I guess there’s more money in skin food than there is in stomach food or brain food, for that matter. (Takes up another bottle.) Anti-fat! Vinegar and water, three dollars a bottle. Anti grandmother! (Laughs.) Why, I’m talking about my relatives. What fools these women are. I’ll start a Beauty Parlor I guess. (Coquettishly.) I am a sample of Madame Princeton’s work myself. Humph! I never did a blessed thing for my beauty. I wouldn’t put her skin food on a mangy dog. That fat old Compton thing goes waddling round taking anti-fat and jerking the pulleys in the gymnasium. My, she makes me laugh. She gets fatter every day.
Enter briskly Madame P., R.
Mad. P. Susan, have you opened up the gymnasium to air it?
Susan. Yes’m!
Mad. P. Where is Mary?
Susan. In the stock room.