Lively plays for live people

by Thomas S. Denison

Mrs. R. I’m sick an’ tired o’ bacon an’ canned stuff. Had ’em all my life in the Rocky Mountains.

Rog. But Mollie, jist think o’ the other curus things, the palmettos an’ the alligators—

Mrs. R. We can’t eat the alligators.

Rog. But we kin take one home in a cigyar box.

Mrs. R. Indeed we wont. It makes me tired to see people trottin’ round with a lot o’ hand bags and Florida canes.

Rog. Made in New York—

Mrs. R. An’ alligators in boxes, smellin’ like fury. Women doin’ it, too! An’ fussin over chameleons an’ carryin’ green cocoanuts home. As if sich things were of any account out o’ their right place.

Rog. There’s another thing, Mollie, ’at makes me still tireder.

Mrs. R. What’s that?