The Reciter is supposed to be in the Strand, facing the audience. As you come on, the idea is that you are suddenly attracted by an advertisement borne by the last of a string of Sandwich-men. You stop him, and begin as follows. By the way, as you are enacting an American, you will of course be careful to speak through your nose, whenever it occurs to you. Now then:—
H'yur, you! bossing them boards—Jess you fetch up a spell!
[Rough good-nature expressed by forefinger.
Don't go twitching your cords! (Impatiently.) Lemme look at ye well:
(Genial amusement.) Why, I'm derned ef ye don't look as skeered as a tortoise growed out of his shell!
What's the style of your show? This yer pictur looks gay:
Why, ye don't tell me so! (Homely gratification.) It's a Murrican play!
And you mosey along with the posters—wa'al, now, do ye find the job pay?
(With a kindly curiosity.) Say, what was it—drink? As has led to it....Stop!
Wa'al, on'y to think—Ef it isn't his shop!