The Three-ACT Farcical Comedy, Too Much Johnson

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1912 edition. Excerpt: ...as if in great pain--and finally sits on table) Mrs. Billings. (going quickly to Billings--turns anxiously to Mrs. Batterson, who is R. C.) Oh, mama! He is ill! Mrs. Batterson. It's all imagination. (going up c.) Mrs. Billings. Oh, I hope so! Don't you think it's imagination, Augustus? Billings. (dreamily) Yes--imagination (murmurs) Let me throw it off--(billings leaves table and goes feebly over with Mrs. Billings--they walk up and down c. Billings finally collapses c. Mrs. Billings catches him on R. Mrs. Batterson rushes down in time to support him) Throw it off! (collapses c.) Mrs. Billings. Oh! (cry of alarm) He is ill! (bus.) He is, mama! Mrs. Batterson. Here. Help him to that lounge. (they help Billings to lounge, his legs going every which way) Billings. (murmuring as he stands before lounge) Legs--nossing but legs--gave out--ut 'em off--be all right in the morning. Ha, ha, ha! Throw it off. (with spasmodic wave of arms--collapses on to lounge. Hysterical and gaspy laughter) Mrs. Billings. Oh! Can we do anything for you? Billings. Wa'er--wasser (violent motions toward water bucket) Mrs. Billings. Mama! Water! Quick! Mrs. Batterson. Yes! yes! (hurriedly gets dipper of water from bucket by table L. Billings seizes it--gurgles and blows it all about in tremulous avidity) Mrs. Billings. We must get him away--oh we must! Mrs. Batterson. Why didn't he tell us about that swamp before? Come--help me--I've got all the things out of the trunks! (mrs. Batterson hurries into room up R. c., taking dipper with her) Mrs. Billings. (hurrying) Yes. Do you want anything, Augustus? Billings. Take me away! Take me away! Let me die in Yonkers! Yonkers! (billings doesn't lie on lounge, but sits in a weakly sort of way. Rattles in throat) Yonkers!...