St Margarets Academy - Dayseye Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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M A K (; A K K T ' S A C A I) K M V :: Minneapolis, Minn. Both: (Rather coolly) Good evening. (Herb, helps Patricia on with cloak.) Her .: 1 hope I haven’t kept you waiting long. Pat.: (Laughingly) Oh, no longer than usual. Mrs. G.: Goodby, dear. Pat.: Goodby. (Exit Pat. and Herb.) (Mr. G. enters.) Mr. G.: Where are they going? Mrs. G.: They’re going riding. (Mr. G. rubs his hands with an air of satisfaction.) Mr. G.: Ah, they’re getting along nicely, I see. Mrs. G.: Somehow, John, I don’t quite trust Herbert. Mr. G.: Why, what’s the matter with him ? He has a fine position, good repu- tation, anil is as handsome as he can be. What more could you want? Mrs. G.: I know, but he is so different from our dear son. Mr. G.: Yes,our DEAR son. Would you compare Herbert with an embezzler? 1 lerbert is a l oy after my own heart. Mrs. G.: Yes, and 1 fear after Patricia’s, too. Mr. G.: (Walking up and down) To think that a son of mine should turn out to be a thief. Mrs. G.: Hut father, he is innocent. He was never proved guilty, and a man is always innocent until proved guilty. Mr. G.: Well, he never attempted to prove himself innocent,—but ran off' like a despicable coward! Now Herbert came to the front like a man and explained the whole thing. He was the one who showed us where the guilt lay. Mrs. G.: (With a sigh) Well, well father. Never mind, now. We’ve gone over this a thousand times. Let’s not dispute, any more. Come into the music room, dear, and try the new records. (Exit Mr. G. still sputtering.) Scene II (Enter I lerb. and Pat. talking as they enter.) Her .: (Tenderly) Won’t you say ‘‘yes’’—now? Pat.: (With troubled air) Please give me until tomorrow to decide! Her .: (Placing a little box on the table) I will leave this here and if you decide tonight, phone me. Pat.: All right. (I lerb., on drawing gloves from pocket pulls out a scrap of paper which falls unnoticed to the floor.) Her .: Good night, dear. Pat.: Good night, Mr. Sydney.

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BE S T . MARGA R E T S AC A DEMY :: Minneapolis, Min n Scrap of 'Paper Class Playlet DRAMATIS PERSONAE Mr. Goodwin, a hanker........................ Mrs. Goodwin, his wife ................. Jack Goodwin, their son...................... Patricia Lambert, ward of Mr. Goodwin Herbert Sydney, a suitor of Patricia Hilda, the maid............................ 'l ime, Present. Place, New York City. Action takes place between eight and twelve P. M. of the same day. ACT i Scene—The library of the Goodwin home. Doors R. and L. L. and C., back walls lined with cases. Davenport, library table, easy chairs, etc. Mary Tecktonius Florence Danaher Mary Helen Kennedy Irene Slater Loraine Vanderlick Pearl Adams Scene i (Enter Patricia) Pat.: I .ate again, as usual! (She wanders aimlessly around the room. Hums to herself. l akes several books from cases—looks thru them carelessly. Finally takes out family album. Sits down—looks thru it.) Pat.: I wonder who this nice looking young man is. Why, he looks like father! (Enter Mrs. Goodwin) Mrs. G.: What are you doing, dear? Pat.: Just waiting for Herbert. Mother, who is this handsome boy? Mrs. G.: Let me see. (Sits down beside her.) That’s Jack, our son. Have I never told you about him? Pat.: Why, no. I didn’t know you had a son. Is he dead? Mrs. G.: No, dear. He’s not dead, but— (Enter Hilda) Hil.: (In broad Swedish dialect) Mr. Herbert bass came. Pat.: Send him in, Hilda. (Hilda stands in door and calls) Hil.: Would you please to come in, the lady says. Pat.: Hilda!!! (Exit Hilda.) (Enter Herbert Sydney.) Herb.: Good evening, Miss Patricia. Good evening, Mrs. Goodwin.

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S T . M A R G A R E T S AC A I) E M V M n n c .1 ]i o I i s , M i n n (Exit Herb.) (Pat. seats herself on davenport.) Pat.: I wish my own mother were here to advise me, now. (Sees scrap of paper.) What’s this? (Picks it up and reads.) Herbert must have dropped this. H’m, I wonder who this Alice is? Oh, well, it’s none of my affair. I’ll give it to him the next time he comes. (Puts paper in dress. Walksto table, turns out light. Sits on davenport.) Pat.: (Sleepily) I wish I knew what to say to him. (Head nods, and she is almost asleep.) (Young man is seen fumbling his way in thru door at R. Turns on light and as he does so Pat. awakens, but remains motionless. V. M. approaches mantelpiece, looks at picture.) Y. M.: (To picture) Dear little mother, I must see you. (At sound of voice, Pat. jumps up and looks over back of davenport.) Pat.: Who are you? Y.M.: (Very much surprised) Who are you? Pat.: What are you doing here? Y. M.: Well, what are you doing here? Pat.: I live here. Y. M.: You live here—but I don’t understand—Isn’t this Mr. Goodwin’s home ? Pat.: Yes, but still I don’t understand what you are doing here. Y. M.: 1 came to see Mother. (Pat. looks at him closely.) Pat.: Where have I seen you before? (Breaks off-—runs over to album. Ixx)ks at a picture in album then at Y. M.) Aren’t you—You are—I believe you are,—aren’t you ? Y. M.: (Slightly dazed) Who? Pat.: J ack Good win. Y. M.: Yes—anti you? Pat.: Why, I’m Patricia Lambert; Mr. Goodwin is my guardian. But you, why don’t you live here? Jack: Haven’t you ever heard the story of my disgrace? Pat.: Why, no. I never knew before tonight that there was such a person as Jack Goodwin. Please tell me about yourself. Jack: But are you sure that you would like to hear? Pat.: Certainly. (Seats herselfon davenport.) Jack: (Walking back and forth) It is a little over three years now that it all happened. As I was going through town tonight an overwhelming desire to see Mother came over me, so I came home, and now that I am here—if I could only stav—