FOAM;[1]
OR
HOW JENKINS WENT SUMMERING.
A LYRICAL DRAMA.
Played with immense success at the summer residence of Gen. GRANT, at Long Branch, for one thousand and two nights.[2]
ACT I.
Scene.--Bed-room in attic of seventh-class boarding-house. Furniture, a bed, two chairs, and a table. The table is ornamented with a cup of coffee, a loaf of bread, and a plate of hash; knife, et cetera. (Enter from the adjoining hall, MR. JENKINS CRUSOE, dressed in a tattered morning wrapper.)
JENKINS. (Loq.) Phew! I can't stand this hot weather. I must go into the country. But where shall I go?[3] (Sings:)
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If I'm any judge of the weather, The days are refreshingly hot, Though one place's as good as another, I think I'll get out of this spot; But where shall I go? Where shall I go? Where shall I go For the summer? |
(Looks at table.) Ha, ha! Ho, ho! My breakfast will be cold. (Reflectively.) I guess I'll eat. (Sits down and hurts the hash.)