Excerpt from A Summer Outing: A Farce-Comedy in Three Acts Act I - Lobby of the Porter House, the summer hotel at Brlghts-ville-on-the-Hudson. "The City Crowd on A Summer Outing." Act II. - The inventor's room at the Porter House. The prom- Act III. - In Florida, the Land of Flowers. "The Village Crowd on A Summer Outing." Tableau I. - Vestibule of the Mugg Mansion, on the banks of the St. Johns River. Morning. Tableau II Mugg Mansion's vestibule, on the St. Johns River s banks Afternoon. Tableau III. On the banks of the River St. Johns' Vestibule of the Mansion of the Mugg's. Evening. Act 1. Office of the Porter House, the Summer Hotel. [At rise, the Three Hoboes from Hoboken discovered seated in office, while Herrmann P. reads newspaper behind desk.] Hooper Upp: [Looking up from paper he, also, is reading.] I see by th' "Bugle" thet it's gittin' so all-fired hot an' dry in some parts o' th' kentry, thet there wunt nothin' grow this year. Now ef - Herrmann: (Leaning elbows on desk.] Shiminy Ghris'mas! Vy dot don'dt vos somedings ad all, mine gind friendts. Vy in some bortions off der Vest, dot croundt iss alvays so try undt baked undthardt dot nodings vill grow in any lengt off dimes, much less ein year, ain'dt id? Ben Thayer: [In a piping voice.] Well, ef I owned enny land like that, I'd irrigate! [Hooper and Howland immediately spring up, sieze Ben and drag him toward sample-room.] Hoop, and Howl.: He said he'd irrigate! He said he d irrigate. Come on, Herrmann, we're goin' t' th' bar' t' irrigate. Ben: (Pulling back) Say, I meant irrigate th' land: I didn't hev no idee uv - Hoop, and Howl.: (All returning to seats, ) Oh, yew Her.: I tell you vot I doo, poys: I fill shoodt dot irrigation (T. H., not waiting for him to finish, rising similtaniously, and come down two steps, saying proudly) T. H.: We're the three hoboes, and we can't refuse a drink. Her, (Finishing.) Off one off you vill lendt me a dime. I vas a leedle shordt off cash, don'dt Id? T H (Immediately flop into chairs and snore loudly.) (Enter Fuller Tawk. He bustles up to desk, slaps valise down on the floor, and rests hands lightly on counter.) About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.