960 R32.49 I9Z2 UC-NRLF B 3 3Me EflE DEAR ME By LUTHER REED and HALE HAMILTON SAMUEL FRENCH, 28-30 West Seth St, New York Golden Days A comedy of youth, in four acts, by Sidney Toler and Marion Short 7 males, 10 females. Three interior scenes. Costumes modern. Plays 2^ hours. "Golden Days" is a play with all the charm of youth. It enjoyed a run of sixteen weeks in Chicago with Patricia Collingre in the leading: role, and was then brought to the Gaiety Theatre, New York, with Helen Kayes in the part of "Mary Anne." Price, 75 cents. Come Out of the Kitchen A charming comedy in 3 acts, adapted by A. E. Thomas from the story of the same name by Alice Duer Miller. 6 males, 5 females. Three interior scenes. Costumes, modern. Plays 2% hours. "Come Out of the Kitchen," with Ruth Chatterton in the leading role, made a notable success on its produc- tion by Henry Miller at the Cohan Theatre, New York, rt was also a great success at the Strand Theatre, Lrf>n- don. A most ingenious and entertaining comedy, and we strongly recommend it for amateur production. Price. 75 cents His Majesty Bunker Bean A farcical comedy In four acts. By Lee Wilson Dodd, from the novel by Harry Leon Wilson. . 12 male-s, 6 females. Four interior scenes. Costumes, modern. Plays 2% hours. Those who have laughed immoderately at Harry Leon Wilson's story will be greatly amused by the play, which tells the story of a cowed and cred- ulous youth w+iio became kingly when he was tricked into believing himself a reincarnation of Napoleon. "His Majesty Bunker Bean," with Taylor Holmes in the title role, was brought to the Astor Theatre, New York, after a run of 25 weeks in Chicago. A delightful and wholesome farce comedy with no dull moments. Price, 75 cents A Full House A farcical comedy in three acts. By Fred Jackson. 7 males, 7 females. One interior scene. Modern cos- tumes. Plays 2% hours. This newest and funniest of all farces was written by Fred Jackson, the well-known .short story writer, and is backed up by the prestige of an impressive New York success and the promise of unlimited fun presented in the most attractive form. A cleverer farce has not been seen for many a long day. "A Full House" is a house full of laughs Price, 75 cents (The AboY« Are Subject to Royalty When Produced) fetAMUEIi FRENCH, 28-30 West 38th Street. New York City New «nd Explicit Descriptive Catalo^i^rue Mailed Free on Request DEAR ME (or APRIL CHANGES) AN OPTIMISTIC COMEDY IN THREE ACTS BY LUTHER REED and HALE HAMILTON Copyright, 1921, by Luther Reed & Hale Hamilton G)PYRIGHT, 1922, BY LUTHER ReED & HaLE HAMILTON All Rights Reserved lUTION : Professionals and amateurs are hereby warned that "DEAR ME," being fully protected under the copy- right laws of the United States, Great Britain and Can- ada, is subject to a royalty, and anyone presenting the play without the consent of the owners or their author- ized agents will be liable to the penalties by law pro- vided. The amateur acting rights of this play are strictly reserved and amateur performances may not be given anywhere without permission first having been obtained in writing from Samuel French, 28-30 West 38th Street, New York City. For professional productions write to John Golden, 139 West 44th Street, New York City. All unauthorized performances will be prosecuted. 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Revised Statutes: Title 60, Chap. 3. ' R33L-H JOHN GOLDEN DEAR ME Renard. Too busy! How can I be successful, the great Joe Renard, and have time to April. Shame, Joe ! Renard. When did you see him last? April. (Subsides) Why, it was the same day — but you — ^you must have seen him — ^you live with him! Renard. You bet I've seen him — every day. I don't forget! I stick until this morning. April. What happened this morning? Renard. He go away ! (Sits.) April. Where ? Renard. Why should I tell you? Why this sud- den interest ? April. Joe, if you know, tell me! Don't let me suffer ! Renard. Suffer! You suffer! What about? What do you care where he is? You're famous — you'll be successful and rich! April. Where is he? Renard. You'll have a hundred men ready to go to hell for you . . . April. Oh ! Listen to that ! Renard. Rich men, clever men, bad men — and good men! Suffer? You'll forget — him and me — and the home — ^because you don't care ! April. I do care, Joe — I do ! Renard. Then you've kept it pretty well hidden under your indifference. April. Indifference? What do you mean? Renard. Well, then, neglect! Do you under- stand that? April. I — neglect? Renard. Yes, neglect! You've tossed him off like an old shoe ! April. Does he think that? Renard. He knows it! He came out of that Home to make you happy, and he did! DEAR ME ^^ April. Yes, Joe, he did! Renard. Until you passed him, and then (Sits on sofa.) April. Joe, if you have any feeling for me — stop ! Just tell me where he is ! (Leaning her head against his.) Have a little pity — ^you're not the old Joe! Renard. And you're not the old April! She changed ! April. Where is he? Renard. Well, he tried to make you happy — and he failed! April. No, he didn't fail — ^he didn't fail! Renard. He thinks he did, so he's gone back to the Home! April. (Starting up) Back to the Home? (Knock at the door.) Come in. (Bean enters.) Well Bean. The seat's empty ! Somebody turned the ticket in to the box office at nine o'clock. April. (Walking rapidly to R. door) I knew it ! Jean ! Jean ! Get me my street hat and coat ! Bean. Street hat? Say, what's Renard. April ! What are you going to do ? April. There is a train leaving Grand Central at half-past ten — and Fm going to be on it ! (Exits into room. Renard and Bean stare at each other.) Bean. Train? My God, where are you going? April. (Off stage) You ought to know ! Where you both came from — the Prentice Home! Bean. (To RenardJ In the name of God, what's the matter? Renard. It's my fault — my fault. Get Prentice, quick! He's the only man who can stop her! (Pushes Bean toward the door. Bean tries to ask a question,) Hurry! (Pushes Bean out. Turns,) 78 DEAR ME (April enters, dragging a cape in one hand, her hat in the other, Renard hacks against the door, April stops when she sees she cannot pass him,) April. Don't stop me- Renard. April, think a minute ! April. Stand away from that door — Renard ! Renard. (Hurt) Renard? April, the curtain will go up in five minutes! April. In five minutes I'll be on my way! Renard. But think of the play ! April. What do I care for the play ? Renard. Think of your success ! April. Success! Do you call this success? A moment ago you said I wasn't the old April. You were right ! But I'm the old April now ! It's hap- piness I want, and it's happiness I am going to go after! Get out of my way! Renard. Wait, April — and I'll tell you ! Edgar Craig is (April flings Renard aside and pulls the door open, then steps back amazed. Craig, dressed fault- lessly in evening clothes, stands in the doorway, Bean peering over his shoulder. April stands for a second as her cape and hat fall unnoticed to the floor. This holds until April changes and, almost childish, says) April. And you got all that for fifty dollars! (Takes him in from the head to foot, then almost timidly, as though wanting to make sure he is not an apparition, goes up to him, almost touches him, then holds out both hands. He holds out his hands. She takes them and pulls him into the room. They advance as Renard comes DEAR ME 79 down behind them. April and Craig are too engrossed in each other to notice.) Craig. (Smiles at her) Don't you think you'd better be getting (Takes out watch and looks at it during speech.) April. (Puts her hands on his shoulders and forces him down into seat) Yes — Fll hurry — I'll be ready — ^they won't have to wait for me, because everything is all right — now! (Turns toward table.) Craig. (Starts to rise) Then perhaps I'd bet- ter April. (Turns and sits him down again) Sit right where you are! I don't go on for fifteen minutes, and I'm all ready except for changing my dress. Craig. Well, in that case April. (Gazing about and noticing a screen in the room) We can fix it in just a minute. Now, you sit there and we will put this — (Indicating the screen) — right like this. Nozi} (Goes to table, gets busy, Maid adjusting the gown.) I can't un- derstand why they don't let the Fifth Avenue busses run through the Park! But of course they'd have to trim so many of the trees or make everybody ride inside. But it would be wonderful ! Don't you think — Edgar ? I was thinking that we ought to go to the seashore thi^ next summer Craig. Well, you are the most remarkable girl I ever met in all my life ! If this were my opening, I certainly wouldn't be able to talk about busses and seashores ! April. Well, what can we talk about? Craig. You! You're a sensation — absolutely! April. How do you know? Craig. Why, I was the first one in the theatre to-night ! April. (With sudden exasperation) Oh, you 8o DEAR ME make me so — so exasperated! Why didn't you sit in the seat I gave you instead of Where did you sit? Craig. Some friends coaxed me into a box. April. Which one — the one with three ladies and the two men? (Craig nods.) Yes — I suppose that was much nicer; but just the same, I wish you had taken the seat I gave you. Then I wouldn't have become so temperamental. Craig. You — temperamental ? April. Yes. It's wonderful — ^gets you anything you want! Craig. And what, might I ask, did you so specially want? April. Edgar, I wish you'd give up trying to understand me, and'^just Craig. Just what? April. Just think I'm the most Craig. Wonderful girl in the world! April. That's it — ^but I don't want you to say it just now! Craig. All right — but after the theatre to-night. April. (Slumps in her chair) Now I'm unhappy again ! Craig. What's wrong now ? April. Well, to-night I have to go (Stops as she has an idea.) Edgar, do something for me ? Craig. Anything ! * April. Remember how we used to go out late some nights and go to Childs? Edgar. Sort of good old days' idea, eh? April. Yes! Now, after the show, meet me down at the corner — don't wait at the stage door because I'm not coming out that way — and well go to Childs — ^just you and I. (Knock on the door.) Yes! Bean. Curtain's up, April ! April. Call me in time, Manny. DEAR ME 8i Bean. All right! Craig. But, April, you're going to a party! (April looks at him — how did he know? Quickly) So — Joe said! April. Given by the author. (Makes a grimace,) Whom I don't know and don't care to know. Craig. Don't say that! April. I can see him now! I suppose he'll pat me on the cheek and call me "little girl," and tell me how lucky I am to have him notice me. (Rises and mimics him.) But what do I care? You liked me, didn't you? Craig. Like you! April. And I pleased you, didn't I ? Tell me ! Craig. You did! April. Then what do I care what the author says ! And we're going to Childs — we're going to Childs ! Craig. No! You must go to the party! April. I won't! Craig. Haven't you any curiosity? April. Yes! I want to see what Childs is like — on an opening night ! Craig. But April. Childs ! Craig. Now, listen ! April. Childs! Craig. But suppose April. Childs! Craig. Wait a minute! Suppose I couldn't go to Childs- —to-night? April. I understand! The third woman in the box! Craig. No! April. I see ! Somebqjdy else — some other lady ! Craig. Well, since you must know — I'm going to that party ! April. You ! Oh,. Edgar ! But how ? Craig. In my little old fifty-dollar suit! I've 82 DEAR ME never told you, but the author is one of my friends. I hope you will like him ; he is a very clever chap, and Tm very fond of him! April. Isn't that wonderful! All right, I'll go to this party, on one condition — ^you must take me! Craig. But Joe's going to do that ! April. I want to go with you ! Craig. No, you must go with Joe ! April. Must If (Craig nods.) Well, then, that's settled ! But just the same, you're not keeping your promise! Cra.ig. Promise — what promise ? I've kept every promise I ever made you, and every one I've made to myself about you! April. I know you've done all that, and I'm very, very happy ! But I wasn't a while ago. To-night I wrote me — a new me — a letter. Want to read it? I was going to mail it after the show. Craig. May I ? (Takes letter and reads) "Dear Me: Of course I wish you every success to-night; but I ask you, as me to myself, do you deserve it? You're selfish, April Blair, selfish! P. S. — 'He trav- els 'fastest who travels alone,' but I don't want to travel alone — I'm not in a hurry. Disgustedly, Myself." (April tears up letter.) Don't do that! April. That's one letter I'll never keep because ju^t now I'm disgustedly happy ! Craig. Well, that's something! April. Haven't you been happy? Craig. Why, yes, of course I have ! April. Look up at me, Edgar. (Lifts his face,) You aren't happy! Craig. Oh, yes, I am, April, in a way ! The way of a million others. You see them on the streets, or in their automobiles, or the subway. They have everything the other fellow has, but they've just missed! I'm like that — I've just missed ! DEAR ME 83 April. Couldn't you tell Doctor Blair what you've missed ? Craig. April ! April. (Puts out her hands) I love you, Edgar Craig ! Craig. (Rises, electrified, as he sees in her eyes that she loves him. Then he pushes her hands back,) Say that again. April. I love you! Craig. No — all of it! April. I love you, Edgar Craig! (Craig is about to take her in his amis when Bean enters.) Bean. Say, if you're not on there in a minute you'll make a stage wait. Craig. (Without releasing April ^ Let me worry about that! Bean. But, Mr. Craig (Looks at him, amazed.) Craig. And if you don't get out of here I'll fire you! (Bean bolts.) Darling! CURTAIN SCENE II The reception-hall of Edgar Prentice's apartment in East Sixtieth Street, Entrance dozmt l. leading to the private elevator en- trance; back c. a wide doorway to dining-room, with doors. On the r. high window, from floor to ceiling, to give somewhat the effect of a studio apartment. The furnishings are of the finest, not extravagant, but those of a bachelor whose taste is excellent. At Rise: The table is set and brilliantly lighted; an overhead dome light, also the reception-hall is well lighted. Everything is cheery and ready for the party. In the room on back wall l. is the portrait of Amos Prentice which we saw over the fireplace at the Home. The floral deco- rations are generous and are of geraniums. Large library desk l., imfh paper and writing ma- terials. Photo of Prentice on r. end of desk. Chair at l. and back. Armchair r. on stage. Piano up back at r. Consol table r. with box of geraniums from Act I. As lights go up, Craig and Clarence are at the table, Clarence making a finishing touch here and there. Craig looks up at the portrait, straightens it, then turns.) Craig. Clarence, I think I heard the elevator door. (Clarence comes out of dining-room, exits r. Craig comes dozmt into the room. Peck and Bean stick their heads in from hall.) 84 ?5, ^ < DEAR ME 85 Bean. May we come in — am I forgiven? Craig. Come in — ^glad to see you! (Peck and Bean, in fine evening clothes, enter. Bus. shaking hands, etc., during the following.) Bean. Is she here yet — are we in time? Craig. Plenty of time, gentlemen! Will you have a slight sniffer? Peck. Not for me. What an exquisite room, Edgar. I could get inspiration here. (Lodks around room.) Craig. Help yourself — take all the inspiration you want ! And how is the rising architect ? Peck. Wonderful! Frightfully busy, though! Didn't know how I was going to make it to-night, but I wouldn't have missed it if Yonkers never got a new City Hall ! Craig. City Hall? Peck. Certainly! You must have heard. But tell me about April ! Bean. She was to-night what her name implies — a breath of Spring ! And yet, as I sat and watched her, she took me back to the Home. Peck. Well, Fm glad you went alone ! (Closing of elevator can be heard.) IVe never forgotten what she said. Remember, Craig and Bean? Bean. If I ever forget — I'll fail again! Peck. "God or somebody put you on earth to do something, but you cheated him and didn't do it." (Lawton and Turner enter,) Bean. Why, even now I blush when I remem- ber it. Lawton. Hello, boys, are we tardy? Craig. Lawton! And Turner — congratulations on your new book! This is wonderful — and look- 86 DEAR ME ing like a million dollars! (Shakes hands, as do Bean and Peck. Bean grabs onto Turner and they start away,) Peck. I've just finished reading your book. My word, Turner, I haven't ridden in the subway for the last month but what every shop-girl has had a copy! Craig. (Talking with Lawton and Peckj It's a fine book, but I must say, Turner, you did us a mean trick ! Bean. Putting us all in a book that way ! Turner. I have hit the happy recipe for a suc- cessful novel — make fun of your friends ! Craig. Yes, but have you seen Oglevie since the book was published? Turner. Good Lord, no! Not to speak to ! But I've ducked into several basements when I saw him coming. Craig. (To LawtonJ We may have some fire- works, then, when Oglevie arrives . . . Lawton. It will make us all homesick if those two get at it. But let me congratulate you, man. It was wonderful! And April! She is superb! Oh, when I think how she has gotten back at us — many people have a theory about life, but few can prove it! Craig. Oh, I don't know — ^you seem to be prov- ing her theory — to judge from the crowd I saw around the statue the other day. Lawton. Did you read what the critics had to say? Craig. I certainly did, and I congratulate you !, Oglevie. (Off stage) Wait here, and I shall re- turn anon. (Oglevie enters, looks all around, sees everybody but Turner. He is the soul of affluence and pomposity. To Lawton and others) Ah, gen- tlemen, what a climax to a wonderful evening! (Turning to Craigj Coming from a cheerful DEAR ME 87 theatre — and now to find myself surrounded by the warmth and prosperity of my intimates who have shared happy days with all thoughts of the past driven from our memory, and now (Sees Tur- ner crouching behind the rest.) And now (Walks over toward Turner J Turner. Hello, Ogie! Oglevie. Not so many days ago I read a book, written by one Turner (He looks toward the door.) In it I discovered a character — fat, puffy, a veritable buffoon — in which my friends detected a vulgar attempt to caricature none other than myself. Craig. Why, you don't mean the bold duffer in Turner's book? Why, you couldn't suppose that was meant to be you Oglevie. No, indeed. I — could see nothing simi- lar! Craig. But there, what's a book among cronies ! Oglevie. Quite right! Come to my arms. Tur- ner! I'm glad to see you — prospering so (Starts over to the men, scattering cheers and ad lib. his greetings. Craig looks at his watch.) Peck. But, Ogkvie, tell us about yourself — ^we have had our little meetings, Craig and the rest of us . . . Lawton. How do you come by this look of pros- perity — what success has befallen you? Craig. Pardon me, just a moment! Oglevie. Certainly, dear fellow. (Craig exits.) Mrs. Carney. (Off stage) Oh, Mr. Prentice! Is April, the dear little thing, here yet ? Peck. I knew it ! I can never forget that voice ! Lawton. Mrs. Carney! What's she doing here? Turner. The skeleton of the feast! Bean. It's an ambush! (They all talk ad lib.) Oglevie. Cease! Gentlemen! Remember, we are guests! Lawton. That won't be any protection ! 88 DEAR ME Oglevie. Stop, I tell you! (Mrs. Carney en- ters. Oglevie crosses to her and in honeyed man- ner takes her hand and grandly turns to the others.) Gentlemen — my wife! (Turner sits in chair r.c. All stand, embarrassed and uncertain.) Mrs. Carney. Why, Turner — Peck — Lawton! Manny ! How do you do ? Bean. How do you do, Rosie! Mrs. Carney. This is amazing! How well you all look! (All gather around her ad lib.) Lawton. (Crossing to her) No, Mrs. Carney, ah, hm! Mrs. C. Oglevie^ — ^how well you look . . . Mrs. Carney. Thank you ! (Crosses ad lib.) Lawton. Oglevie, you always were a lucky dog! (Coughs, shakes hands.) (Enter Craig, also Clarence, who serves cocktails and exits.) Oglevie. That's right, Lawton, cough. Now I feel perfectly at home! Mrs. Carney. Wilbur will have his little joke! Oglevie. (With much affection) Moonbeam! Craig. Before we have supper, I'd like to say just a word, if you don't mind. I want you to drink a toast — to that old man — (Points to portrait) — and I'm going to explain how I'd like to have you feel when you drink it. He died unhappy because I was a fool — ^because I failed in a boyish ambition and hid away to protect my pride. To my memory he founded the Home, and in his memory I have des- troyed it, with the help of April. I don't know whether he knows anything about what we've done, but if he does I want you all to hope it quiets his soul. To my Daddy! (They all drink, Clarence enters.) Clarence. Mr. Prentice, Miss April and Mr. Joe J DEAR ME 89 Craig. She doesn't know you are all here — I want to surprise her! Mrs. Carney. Wasn't she wonderful to-night? But then, she always did everything right ! Craig. Yes, yes ! I want you all to hide in that room, and we'll surprise her ! (All together in door- way and talk.) Now, keep quiet, or it won't be any surprise at all. Ssh ! Oglevie. And, Lawton, don't cough! (Craig goes in and closes door behind him. Enter April and Renard. She looks at room, crosses and sits at r., then sees geraniums, starts back l., sees picture over door c., then picture on table, picks it up, looks at both, then sits and writes, reading same as she writesl) April. "Dear Me : "I lake my pen in hand to ask you how you could be so stupid, so blind and so selfish. "Sadly, "Just Me." "P. S. I want to thank the author for all he has done for me !" (Lawton coughs off stage.) Oglevie. (Off stage) Shut up! Craig. (Off stage) Ssh ! (April goes to door; as she gets there the door is opened. Craig enters, goes down l. Others enter and take April down stage l. and to c. Ad lib. Oglevie comes down c. Mrs. Car- ney down R.c. April has her back to them.) Oglevie. April ! April. Why, Mr. Oglevie! Oglevie. April — ^my wife! (April turns R.) 90 DEAR ME Mrs. Carney. (Takes April in her arms) Oh, April! (April almost collapses. All talk ad lib. Craig takes April r.^ kisses her. Clarence enters.) Clarence. Supper is served! (All cross and sit at table.) Oglevie. (After all are seated) I want my coffee! Mrs. Carney. All right, angel, you'll get your coffee! (Song starts, piano.) Listen — why, that's the song April sang to-night. Sing it again, won't you, dearie ? Oglevie. Yes, won't you, dearie? All. Yes, dearie ! (April sings.) FINIS BILLETED. A comedy in 3 acts, hf F. Tennison Jesse and H. Harwood. 4 males, S females. , One easy interior scen'i. A chartning comedy, constructed with uncommon skill, and abounds with clever lines. Margaret Anglin's brT s»cces». Amateurs will find this comedy easy to produce and poptjiar witk all audieneefi. Price, 69 Cents. NOTHING BUT THE TRUTH. A comedy in 3 acts. By James Montgomery. 5 males, C females. Costumes, modern. Two interior scenes. Plays 2J^ hours. Is it possible to tell the absolute truth — even for twenty-four hours? It is— at least Bob iennett, the hero of "Nothing But the Truth," accomplished the feat. The bet he made with his business partners, and the trouble he f ot into — with his partners, his friends, and his fiancee — this is the subject of William Collier's tremendous comedy hit. "Nothing But the Truth'* can be Whole-heartedly recommended as one of the most sprightly, amusing and popular comedies that this country c^ boast. Price, 60 Cents. IN WALKED JIMMY. A comedy in 4 acts, by Minnie Z. Jaffa. 10 males, 2 females (al- though any number of males and females may be used as clerks, etc.). Two interior scenes. Costumes, modern. Plays 2^ hours. The thing into which Jimmy walked was a broken-down shoe factory, when the clerks had all been fired, and when the proprietor was in serious contemplation of suicide. Jimmy, nothing else but plain Jimmy, would have been a mysterious figure had it not been for his matter-of-fact manner, his smile and his everlasting humanness. He put the shoe business on its feet, won the heart of the girl clerk, saved her erring brother from jail, escaped that place as a permanent boarding house himself, and foiled the villain. Clean, wholesome comedy with just a touch of human nature, just a dash of exeitement and more than a little bit of true philosophy make "In "Walked Jimmy" one of the most delightful of plays. Jimmy is full of the religion of life, the religion of happiness and the religion of helpfulness, and he so permeates the atmosphere with his "religion" that everyone is happy. The spirit of optimism, good cheer, and hearty laughter dominates the play. There is not a dull moment in any of the four acts. We strongly recommend it. Price, 60 Cents. MARTHA BY-THE-DAY. An optimistic comedy in three acts, by Julie M. Lippmann, auther ©f the "Martha" stories. 5 males, S females. Three interior scenes. Costumes modern. Plays 25-^ hours. It is akogether a gentle thiflg, this play. It is full of quaint hu- mor, old-fashioned, homely sentiment, the kind that people who see the play will recall and chuckle over to-morrow and the next day. Miss Lippmann has herself adapted her very successful book for stage service, and in doing this has selected from her novel the most telling incidents, infectious comedy and homely sent'ment for the play, and the result is thoroughly delightful. Price, 60 Cents. (The Above Are Subject to Royalty When Produced) SAMUEL FRENCH, 28-30 Wei t 3Sth Street. New York City NfV Md ExplSctt Bsscriptive Catilogiif MatM fm w Kt^mi rHE REJUVENATION OF AUNT MARY. The famous comedy in three acts, by Anne Warner. 7 males, 6 females. Three interior scenes. Costumes modern. Plays 2% hours. This is a genuinely funny comedy with splendid parts for "Aunt Mary," "Jack,'* her lively nephew; "Lucinda," a New England an- cient maid of all work; "Jack's** three chums; th© Girl "Jack" love»; "Joshua," Aunt Mary's hired man, etc. "Aunt Mary" was played by May Robson in New York and on tour for over two years, and it is sure to be a big success wherever pro- duced* We Strongly recommend it Pri<5c, 60 Cents. MRS. BUMSTEAD-LEIGH. A pleasing" comedy, in three acts, by Harry James Smith, author of **The Tailor-Made Man." 6 males, 6 females. One interior so