The Mime

1st and 2nd proofs of transition, December 1932, II.1§1 draft level 5', 5

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Every evening at lighting up o'clock sharp and until further notice in Feenichts Playhouse. (Bar and conveniences always open.) With serial redistribution of parts and players and daily dubbing of ghosters under the distinguished patronage of Their Elderships the Oldens from the four coroners of Findrias, Murias, Gorias and Falias. Messoirs the Coarb, Clive Sollis, Galorius Kettle, Pobiedo Lancey and Pierre Dusort. While the Caesar-in-Chief looks. On. Sennet. The mime of Mick, Nick and the Maggies, featuring:

glug (Mr Seumas MacQuillad: hear the riddles between the robot in his dress circular and the gagster in the rogues' gallery), the bold bad black boy of the storybooks who has been divorced into the disgrace court by

the floras (Girl Scouts from St Bride's Finishing Establishment: demand acidulateds), a month's bunch of pretty maidens who while they pick on her, form the guard for

izod (Miss Butys Pott: ask the attendantess for a leaflet), a bewitching blonde who dimples delightfully and is approached in loveliness only by her grateful sister reflection in a mirror, the cloud of the opal, who, having jilted Glug, is being fatally fascinated by
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chuff (Mr Sean O'Mailey: see the chalk and sanguine pictograph on the safety drop), the fine frank fairhaired fellow of the fairy tales, who wrestles with the bold bad black boy, Glug, geminally about caps or something until they adumbrace a pattern of somebody else or other, after which they are both brought home to be soundly soaped, sponged and scrubbed again by

ann (Miss Corrie Corriendo: bring the babes, she mistributes mandamus monies), their poor little old mother-in-lieu who is woman of the house to

hump (Mr Makeall Gonne: read the sayings from Laxdaelasaga in the programme about King Ericus of Schweden and the spirit's whispers in his magical helmet), cap-a-pipe with watch and topper, the cause of all our grievances, the whirl, the flash and the trouble, who, having partially recovered from a recent impeachment, due to egg everlasting, is engaged in entertaining in his customhouse
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the customers (Components of the Afterhours Courses at St Patricius' Academy for Grownup Gentlemen: consult the annuary), a bundle of adozen representative locomotive civics inn quest of outings, each of whom is a jactitator, who are sloppily served by

saunderson (Mr Knut Oelsvinger: imitation of flatfish, torchbearing supperaape, bad halfsovereign, rolly pollsies, Glen of the Downs, o.s.v.), a spoilcurate and butt of

kate (Miss Rachel Lea Varian: she tells forkings for baschfellors, under purdah of card palmer Madam d'Elta, during the pawses), kook-and-general.

With battle pictures and the Pageant of History worked up by Messrs Thud and Blunder. Shadows by the film folk. Masses by the good people. Promptings by Elanio Vitale. Longshots, upcloses, outblacks and stagetolets by Hexenschuss, Coachmaher, Incubone and Rocknarrag. (5Dresses |shCreationssh|5) tastefully designed by Madame Berthe Delamode. Dances arranged by Harley Quinn and Coldlimbeina. Jests, jokes, jigs and jorums for the Wake lent from the properties of the late cemented Mr T. M. Finnegan R.I.P. Lipmasks and hairwigs by Ouida Nooikke. Limes (5|shand Floodssh|5) by Crooker and Toll. Kopay pipe by Kappa Pedersen. Hoed Pine hat with twentyfour ventholes by Morgen. The crack (That's Cork!) by a smoker from the gods. The interjection (Buckley!) by the firemen
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in the pit, accidental music providentially arranged by L'Archet and Laccorde. To start with in the beginning, we need barely say, a community prayer, everyone for himself, and to conclude with as an exodus, we think it well to add, a chorale in canon, good for us all for us all us all all. Songs betune the acts by the ambiamphions of Annapolis, Joan MockComic, male soprano, and Jean Souslevin, bass noble, respectively, O, Mester Sogermon, ef thes es whot ye deux, then I'm not surpleased ye want that bottle of Sauvequipeu and Oh Off Nunch Der Rasche Ver Lasse Mitsch Nitscht. The whole thingamagog to be wound up by a Magnificent Transformation Scene showing the Radium Wedding of Night and Morning and the Dawn of PEACE, Pure, Perfect and Perpetual, Waking the Weary of the World.

An argument follows.