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DR. HARDHACK'S PRESCRIPTION
A PLAY FOR CHILDREN IN FOUR SHORT ACTS
A Dramatization of the story, "Little Pussy Willow," by Harriet Beecher Stowe
GRANDMA PROUDIE MAMMA PROUDIE EMILY PROUDIE AUNT FLIGHTY AUNT HIGHTY-TIGHTY PUSSY WILLOW MARY, the maid DR. HARDHACK
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DR. HARDHACK'S PRESCRIPTION
A Play for Children
IN FOUR ACTS
BY K. McDOWELL RICE
PUBLISHED BY K. McDOWELL RICE Worthington, Mass.
Copyright 1908 by K. McDowell Rice ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Price 25 cents Order of K. McDowell Rice Worthington, Mass.
Printed by Gazette Printing Co. Northampton, Mass.
In bringing out the play, DR. HARDHACK'S PRESCRIPTION, the author wishes to acknowledge the kindness of Houghton, Mifflin Company of Boston, which allows her to publish it. This Company holds the copyright of "Little Pussy Willow" by Harriet Beecher Stowe, on which the play is founded. The author of the play has taken much of the conversation verbatim from the book, as will be seen by reference to "Little Pussy Willow," which charming story it is hoped may become better known to the public of to-day through this dramatization. The publishers Houghton, Mifflin Co., will send the book to any address by mail post-paid for .25.
DRAMATIS PERSONAE
GRANDMA PROUDIE. MAMMA PROUDIE. EMILY PROUDIE. AUNT FLIGHTY. AUNT HIGHTY-TIGHTY. PUSSY WILLOW. MARY, the maid. DR. HARDHACK.
This is a Royalty Play and terms must be made with the author for its use.
Permission to act or make any use of this play must be obtained of K. McDowell Rice, Worthington, Massachusetts.
DR. HARDHACK'S PRESCRIPTION.
MAMMA PROUDIE. I greatly fear our dear Emily will never be restored to health.
AUNT FLIGHTY. Oh, don't say that. I've known people to look terribly white and a great deal thinner than Emily, and not die of it.
GRANDMA PROUDIE. I thought you were going to send for Dr. Hardhack.
MAMMA P. I have sent for him. But what can he do? Someway it doesn't seem as if he could help. He's such a small man.
GRANDMA P. Size doesn't matter if one has brains. It's brains that count, my dear. Napoleon was small, but he will live forever. And look at Alexander Pope.
AUNT F. What! Where is he? Whom did you say to look at?
GRANDMA P. Alexander Pope, who has been dead one hundred and fifty years.
AUNT F. Oh, I thought you said to look at somebody going by.
GRANDMA P. I said "Look at Alexander Pope," by which I meant "Consider Alexander Pope"--a small man, not ever growing to be much larger than a child. But what a poet! Brains, my dear, brains. In my day it was brains that decided a person's value. Sometimes I think they have gone out of fashion.
MAMMA P. But they will come in again, mother. All the old fashions come round in about so many years, they say.
GRANDMA P. Perhaps the time has come then for brains, for every one speaks so highly of Dr. Hardhack.
MARY. Dr. Hardhack, madam.
MAMMA P. You may bring him in, Mary.
MAMMA and GRANDMA P. Oh, Dr. Hardhack!
AUNT F. Oh, oh! We did not know you really had come!
DR. HARDHACK. Good morning, ladies. Couldn't stop to be formally announced.
AUNT F. Oh, oh!
DR. H. Which is my patient, please?
MAMMA P. It is my daughter Emily. I will send for her. Mary, will you ask Miss Emily to come? Oh, Dr. Hardhack, before she comes I must say a word to you. We would be willing to found a water-cure, to hire a doctor on purpose, to try homeopathy or hydropathy or allopathy or any other pathy that ever was heard of if our dear elegant Emily could only be restored. It is her sensitive nature that wears upon her. She was never made for this world. She has an exquisiteness of perception that makes her feel even the creases in a rose leaf.
DR. H. Stuff and folderol, my dear madam!
MAMMA P. You are the nineteenth physician that has been called in to dear Emily.
DR. H. Well, I hope that I may cut out number twenty! Oh, here comes the young lady herself. Humph! Let me look at her. Humph! A fashionable potato sprout! Grown in a cellar! Not a drop of red blood in her veins!
GRANDMA P. What odd ways he has, to be sure. But then they say that's the way he talks to everybody.
DR. H. My dear madam, you have tried to make a girl out of sugar and almond paste, and now you are distressed that she has not red blood in her veins and that her lungs gasp and flutter as she goes up-stairs. Turn her out to grass, my dear madam, turn her out to grass!
AUNT F. Oh, oh!
DR. H. Yes, I mean what I say. Send her to old Mother Nature to nurse.
MAMMA P. I have said all along, Doctor, that I thought we ought to have a trained nurse for Emily.
DR. H. Trained fiddlesticks! Send her somewhere to a good honest farmhouse in the hills, and let her run barefoot in the morning dew, drink new milk from the cow--
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