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D itto.— B oil  with  indignation.
                           B odkins.— T hank  you,  sir.    Boil  with  indignation,  to  see  these
                         attempts,  on  the  part  of  certain  audacious  women,  to  oppress  us,  and
                         take  the  bread  out  of  our  mouths,  just  as  we  are  entering  on  our
                         several  careers !J
                           D itto.— Gentlemen,  what  could  be  more— more— excuse  this

                         burst  of  feeling.   There  are chords— well,  sir,  go  on.
                           B o d k in s .— Consider my  own  case,  gentlemen,   I  had  a   sn u g   situa­
                         tion  in  the  store  of  Messrs,  Flimsy  &  Gauze,  the  great  dealers  in
                         muslins,  laces  and  such,   An  easy  berth.   All  I  had  to   d o   was  to
                         stand  behind  a  counter  and show the  lady  customers  the  newest  styles
                         of  collars.  All  at  once  I  am  told  that  my  services  are  n o t wanted.
                         And,  gentlemen,  as if  to  add  insult  to  injury,  T  am  advised  that  the
                         spade  and  the  plow  expect  me— me,  with  my delicate physique.   G e n ­
                         tlemen,  why,  why  were  my services  no  longer  required >
                           D itto,— Yes,  why,  gentlemen— why— why?           If,  gentlemen,  one
                         single  reminiscence  of  Lexington  and  Bunker  Hill  lingers  in  your
                         minds-—if— if-— excuse  me.    I  was  carried  away  by  my feelings.   Go
                         on.  Mr.  Bodkins.
                           B odkins,— My  dismissal  was  accompanied  with  the  information
                         that  a  young  lady— a  young  lady  {sarcastically)— had  been  selected
                         to  take  my  place.
                           TjxC'j.'urjj:  and  Mopkh.— Shame!    Shame!     Too bad!    Too  bad 1
                           D itto.— Atrocious [  Yes,  abominable I
                           M opkr.— I  tell you,  we are ail  going  to  the  bad  just  as  fast  as  we
                         can  go.   The  world  isn’t  the  world  it  used to  be.
                           D itto.— Gentlemen,  there  was  a  time  when  the whole  business  of
                         making  and  trimming  bonnets,  and  of making  female  dresses,  was  in
                         the  hands  of men.   Any  reader of Shakespeare  must  be aware of this.
                         That  time  must  be  revived.   The  case  of  my  friend  Bodkins  calls  for
                         re-dress— re-dress,  gentlemen.
                           T incture.— Hear  me,  sir,  and you  will  admit  that my case still more
                         eloquently  cries— crie:;—
                           D itto.— A loud  for  vengeance.
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