SCENE:- Liberal Central Committee Rooms, East India DockRoad, Poplar.
A large, high room on the first floor of an old-fashioned house. Two high windows right. A door at back is the main entrance. A door left leads to other rooms. The walls are papered with election literature. Conspicuous among the posters displayed is "A Man for Men." "No Petticoat Government." "Will you be Henpecked?" A large, round table centre is littered with papers and pamphlets. A large desk stands between the windows. A settee is against the left wall.
[When the curtain rises, ROSE MERTON (otherwise "GINGER") is discovered seated, her left arm resting on the table. She is a young lady typical of the Cockney slavey type, dressed according to the ideas of her class as regards the perfect lady. Her hat is characteristic. Her gloves, her reticule, her umbrella--the latter something rather "saucy"--are displayed around her. She is feeling comfortable and airing her views. MRS. CHINN is laying the cloth over a portion of the table, with some tea-things. MRS. CHINN is a thin, narrow-chested lady with thin hands and bony wrists. No one since her husband died has ever seen her without her bonnet. Its appearance suggests the possibility that she sleeps in it. It is black, like her dress. The whole figure is decent, but dingy.]
GINGERWot I say about the question is - MRS. CHINNDo you mind moving your arm?
GINGER Beg pardon. [She shifts.] Wot I say is, why not give us the vote and end all the talking?
MRS. CHINNYou think it would have that effect?
GINGER Well! we don't want to go on being a nuisance--longer than we can possibly 'elp!
MRS. CHINN Daresay you're right. It's about the time most people stop.
GINGER You've never thought much about the question yourself, 'ave you, Mrs. Chinn?
MRS. CHINNI ain't fretted much about it.
GINGERWas a time when I didn't.I used to be all for--you know-- larking about.I never thought much about anything.
MRS. CHINNAh! it's a useful habit. GINGERWhat is?
MRS. CHINNThinking.
GINGER It's what we women 'aven't done enough of--in the past, I mean. All that's going to be altered. In the future there's going to be no difference between men and women.
MRS. CHINN [Slowly, quietly she turns upon GINGER her expressionless eyes.]
GINGERMentally, I mean, o' course. MRS. CHINN[Takes back her eyes.]
GINGER Do you know, Mrs. Chinn, that once upon a time there was only one ***?[She spreads herself.] Hus!
MRS. CHINNYou ain't thinking of going back to it, are you? GINGERNot if the men be'ave themselves.
MRS. CHINN Perhaps they're doing their best, poor things! It don't do to be too impatient with them.
GINGER Was talking to old Dot-and-carry-one the other d'y. You know who I mean--chap with the wooden leg as 'as 'is pitch outside the "George." "Wot do you wimmen want worrying yourselves about things outside the 'ome?" 'e says to me. "You've got the children," 'e says. "Oh," I says, "and whose fault's that, I'd like to know? You wait till we've got the vote," I says, "we'll soon show you--"[SIGSBY enters. SIGSBY is a dapper little man, very brisk and bustling--hirsute--looks as if he wanted dusting, cleaning up generally.]
SIGSBYThat young blackguard come back yet?
GINGER[At sound of SIGSBY'S voice she springs up.At first isabout to offer excuses for being found seated, but recollects herself.] MRS. CHINNWhich one, sir?
SIGSBYYoung Jawbones--what's he call himself?--Gordon. MRS. CHINNNot yet, sir.
SIGSBY[Grunts.]My chop ready?
MRS. CHINNI expect it's about done.I'll see. [She goes out.]
SIGSBY[He turns to GINGER.]What can _I_ do for you? GINGER[She produces a letter.]I was to wait for an answer. SIGSBY[He opens and reads it.]What do they expect me to do? GINGER'Er ladyship thought as perhaps you would consult Mr.
Chilvers 'imself on the subject.
SIGSBY Look here. What I want to know is this: am I being asked to regard Lady Mogton as my opponent's election agent, or as my principal's mother-in-law? That point's got to be settled. [His vehemence deepens.] Look at all these posters. Not to be used, for fear the other side mayn't like them. Now Lady Mogton writes me that my candidate's supporters are not to employ a certain argument she disapproves of: because, if they do, she'll tell his wife. Is this an election, or is it a family jar?
[JAWBONES enters. JAWBONES--otherwise WILLIAM GORDON--is a clean- shaven young hooligan. He wears a bicycle cap on the back of his head, allowing a picturesque tuft of hair to fall over his forehead. Evidently he is suffering from controlled indignation.]
SIGSBY[Seeing him.]Oh, so you've come back, have you? JAWBONESI 'ave, wot's left of me.
SIGSBYWhat have you been doing?
JAWBONESClinging to a roof for the last three hours. SIGSBYClinging to a roof!What for?
JAWBONES [He boils over.] Wot for? 'Cos I didn't want to fall off! Wot do you think: 'cos I was fond of it?
SIGSBYI don't understand -
JAWBONESYou find yourself 'alf way up a ladder, posting bills asthe other side 'as took objection to--with a crowd of girls from Pink's jam factory waiting for you at the bottom with a barrel of treacle, and you WILL understand. Nothing else for me to do, o' course, but to go up. Then they took the ladder away.
SIGSBYWhere are the bills?
JAWBONESLast I see of them was their being put into a 'earse on its way to Ilford Cemetery.
SIGSBYThis has got to be seen into.This sort of thing can't be allowed to go on.[He snatches up his hat.]
JAWBONESThere's another suggestion I'd like to make. SIGSBY[Pauses.]
JAWBONESThat is, if this election is going to be fought fairly, that our side should be provided with 'at-pins.
SIGSBY[Grunts.]Tell Mrs. Chinn to keep that chop warm.[He goes out.]
GINGER[She begins to giggle.It grows into a shrill hee-haw.] JAWBONES[He looks at her fixedly.]
GINGER[Her laugh, under the stern eye of JAWBONES, dies away.]
JAWBONESAin't no crowd of you 'ere, you know.Nothing but my inborn chivalry to prevent my pulling your nose.
