Mrs. T. (Severely.) Jim Funk, can’t you keep still?
Jim F. Why yes, if it is the wish of the company. (Sits on bench back.)
Adolph. I cawn’t keep still, I say now!
Sol. I. Dot gomes from hafin no insurance! Bedder dake a ziglone bolicy. Dot helps der nerfs bedder.
Adolph. (Scornfully.) Go away, fellah, weally you annoy me. I’m used to pwivacy.
Sol. I. (Puts up note book.) Zome beoples always stands in der vay of der own lidght. (Taking out book suddenly.) Say, lantlort! (No reply.) Macher Downsley, dis zellar vas boorly lidghted, vy ton’t you but in elegdrick lidghts? (Increased roaring of wind.) He toesn’t hear. (Goes to T. who is near door, speaks very loud in his ear.) Macher Downsley!
Town. What are you yelling about?
Sol. I. I’ll dake a gondract to lidght dis zellar from basement to addig mit elegdrick lidghts. (Aside.) I can get a small gommission from der gompany. (Clap of thunder.) He gan’t hear. It vas a drifle noisy for peesness.
Town. Isaacstein, you had better sit down. (I. sits on bench back.)