JIM: Oh, youse late. She's done got gum now. Chaw that yourself.
DAVE: (Slightly peeved and surprised) Hunh, you mighty fast here now
with Daisy but you wasn't that fast gettin' out of that white man's
chicken house last week.
JIM: Who you talkin' 'bout?
DAVE: Hoo-oo? (Facetiously) You ain't no owl. Your feet don't fit no
limb.
JIM: Aw, nigger, hush.
DAVE: Aw, hush, yourself. (He walks away for a minute as DAISY turns
to meet some newcomers. DAVE throws his package of gum down on the
ground. It breaks and several children scramble for the pieces. An old
man, very drunk, carrying an empty jug enters on left and staggers
tipsily across stage.) (MAYOR JOE CLARK emerges from the store and
looks about for his marshall.)
CLARK: (Bellowing) Lum Boger!
LUM BOGER: (Eating a stalk of cane) Yessir!
CLARK: I God, Lum, take your lazy self off that keg and go light that
town lamp. All summer long you eatin' up my melon, and all winter long
you chawin' up my cane. What you think this town is payin' you for?
Laying round here doin' nothin'? Can't you see it's gettin' dark?
(LUM BOGER rises lazily and takes the soap box down stage, stands on
it to light the lamp, discovers no oil in it and goes in store. In a
few moments he comes out of store, fills the lamp and lights it.)
DAISY: (Coming back toward JIM) Ain't you all gonna play and sing a
little somethin' for me? I ain't heard your all's music much for so
long.
JIM: Play anything you want, Daisy.
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