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    Little Brown Jug
    Little Brown Jug
    Little Brown Jug
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    Little Brown Jug

    By George M. Baker

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    'Little Brown Jug' is a three-act play penned by George M. Baker. The first act begins with John, one of the main characters, having a conversation with Jarius and his son Will. John believes that there's nothing like a steady indoor work life to give a man a position in the world and that farmers and shoemakers are the ones who keep the world running. Jarius responds by saying that Will has the city fever and wants to try his fortune among the money-catchers. Will also confirms that he is tired of being a shoemaker and wants to see the world and use his wits. Jarius agrees with Will, saying that he is "a lively young colt" and it's a shame he can't have a "prance in the city."
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherGood Press
    Release dateDec 16, 2019
    ISBN4064066167592
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      Little Brown Jug - George M. Baker

      George M. Baker

      Little Brown Jug

      Published by Good Press, 2022

      goodpress@okpublishing.info

      EAN 4064066167592

      Table of Contents

      THE LITTLE BROWN JUG A DRAMA IN THREE ACTS.

      CHARACTERS.

      COSTUMES.

      Act 1.

      TABLEAU.

      ACT SECOND.

      ACT THIRD.

      TABLEAU.

      CURTAIN.

      THE LITTLE BROWN JUG

      A DRAMA IN THREE ACTS.

      Table of Contents

      CHARACTERS.

      Table of Contents

      John Nutter

      , a Shoemaker.

      Will Nutter

      , his Son.

      Ned Hartshorn

      , his Apprentice.

      Henry Douglas

      , a Spendthrift.

      Jarius Jordan

      , a Yankee Speculator.

      Hannah Nutter

      , John’s Wife.

      Mary Nutter

      , John’s Daughter.

      Sally Peeslee

      , Yankee Help.

      COSTUMES.

      Table of Contents

      John.

      Act 1, Bald, gray wig, gray side whiskers, dark pants, colored shirt, sleeves rolled up, leather apron. Act 2, Drab clothes, calico dressing gown. Act 3, same as Act 2.

      Will.

      Act 1, Dark pants, colored shirt, sleeves rolled up, leather apron, short coat to put on. Act 2, Rusty velvet coat, flaming necktie, dark pants and vest, gold chain, jockey cap, all soiled and worn. Act 3, Neat and tasty dress.

      Ned.

      Act 1, About the same as Will’s. Act 2, Dark pants, white shirt, with black tie, dressing-gown. Act 3, Neat business suit.

      Douglas.

      Fashionable dress for each act. Liberal display of jewelry. Kids, hat, and cane.

      Jarius.

      Act 1, Rusty dark pants, very short, swallow-tailed blue coat, long red hair, shocking bad hat, unblacked boots. Act 2 and 3, Good business suits and hats, neatly arranged hair, polished boots, dress not dandified, but neat and substantial.

      Hannah.

      Act 1 and 2, Plain calico dresses. Act 3, white dress.

      Mary.

      Act 1, Red or brown dress, white collar, neat apron, sleeves rolled up. Act 2, Figured muslin. Act 3, White.

      Sally.

      Act 1, Calico dress, white collar and cuffs, bonnet or hat. Acts 2 and 3, Neat calico or muslin.

      Act 1.

      Table of Contents

      Scene.

      —

      Nutter’s

      Shop. Door, C., open, L. of door, against flat, shoemaker’s bench, on which sits

      Nutter

      , at work. Bench, R., on which

      Ned Hartshorn

      is at work. Bench, L., on which

      Will Nutter

      is at work.

      Jarius Jordan

      seated on a block, R. C., with his hat on, whittling, with a stick and large jack-knife.

      John. Wal, neow, Jarius, depend upon it, there’s nothin’ like a stiddy, in-door-work life to give a man position in the world. Yeou city fellers may do all the schemin’ yeou like; but when the time comes for action, it’s the farmers and the shoemakers that find the bone and sinew to keep the world a joggin’, whether in provisions or politics. You peddle, and we provide; you scheme, and we vote. My grandsir was a shoemaker, so was my daddy, so am I, and I mean that my boy Will, there, shall foller in the footsteps of his father. P’raps ’tain’t what you might call a high calling; but boots and shoes, taps and patches, are always wanted, and will be jest as long as gineration succeeds gineration; and when you’ve got a trade like mine, p’raps you can’t hoard up much money, but you’ve got a sure hold on the staff of life.

      Jarius. Jes’ so, John, jes’ so; that’s mighty good argifying, if a feller critter hain’t got no soul above peggin’ souls. But that air Will of yourn has got the city fever the wust kind. He’s hankering for a chance to try his fortune among the money-catchers. Consarn it, give the boy a chance. There’s no hay-seed in his hair.

      Will. That’s right, Jarius; peg away. I never shall take kindly to this work. Hammer and sew, patch and peg. Bah! I’m tired of it! It’s so awful slow! I want to see the world, rub elbows with bustling fellows, set my wits at work, use my tongue, wrestle with sharp ones for the best end of a bargain. That’s life!

      Jarius. Jes’ so. You’re a lively young colt—you are. It’s a shame you can’t have a prance in the city.

      John. Yes; you’re a pretty chap to set a lad’s head a whizzing—you are, Jarius Jordan. You’ve been everything by turn, and nothing long.

      Jarius. Jes’ so, John, jes so. But I calkilate that with every turn I’ve give myself a h’ist in the world, anyhow. I’ve peddled tin ware, wooden ware, hardware, everywhere. I’ve swapped horses, traded in cattle, druv hogs, and raised poultry. I’ve invented cotton gins, reapers, and mowers, cider presses and match safes, travelled with pictures, poetry books, stationery, and Bibles. I’ve dug gold, mined copper, and bored ile; fit Ingins, Mexicans, and sesesh; kept school, led a choir, taught singing-school, been a deacon in regular standing. I’ve been a printer, a book-binder, a counter-jumper, and an insurance agent, and other things too numerous to mention. There’s three things I never took a hand in—swearin’, lyin’, and drinkin’. I’ve got a clean conscience and a bank-book full of figgers. I despise meanness, hate misers, and am down on rascality like all possessed. So, you see, John, with all my rolling, I’ve gathered some moss, and am none the wuss for it.

      Will. No, indeed. There’s not a better fellow living than Jarius Jordan.

      Jarius. O, git eout! Don’t yeou go to tootin’ the horn.

      Ned.

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