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Show SOME HUES FROM IMS The New Pinero Play Condemned -as . . Immoral. A few of the lines taken at random from Arthur PInero's "Iris." the so called Immoral play which Virginia IJarned ' and company are presenting with abundant success at Powers's theater, Chicago, are given betow: , v tane If she married a rich man. her -Jl interest in her late husband's estate Would be no longer indispensable to her. Miss Pirrsent Rich men generally have some odious quality to counterbal- nee teKealth.M-Thevian-one would marry are aa poor aa mice. ' Iris You were riding In the park this morning? . . . "Mrs.. Wynnlng Jack was; 1 have lumbago.. t Iris That Is very painful, is It notT Jack When I was a boy only servants ser-vants had It. By Jove, these are leveling level-ing days with a vengeance! Fanny I hate you. You didn't come to the bazar yesterday. .r Croker I did better I told the richest rich-est man I know to go there. Aurea Poor little man! Still he Is so exceedingly ugly. ' Fanny The most sensible men in the world, my dear. Aurea The ugly ones! Fanny The vainest of them confide the truth to themselves at. least once a day while shaving". vV Fanny He's a great financier, my dear. . Aurea What la a financier, exactly? . Fanny A financier? Oh, a pawnbroker pawn-broker with Imagination. k.Laurence Man and wife! ' Married! No one in the world to look askance at OB. ' v - Iris YeB, we should have hurried off to church and begged a clergyman to turn a rich woman Into a pauper. And you would have .been saddled with a helpless doll. x Laurence Naturally you wonder why it am continually catechising you about sjf yourself. Iris You enjoy diving down Into the. ttha of my character is that it? Cruel, when they are such shallow, little lit-tle depths! The process disturbs the surface of me makes f ripples, as It were. Iris (to Maldonado in the last act There would be a revival of Interest in me as your wife. Heaps of those who have dropped me. half-forgotten me who wouldn't touch me, as I am, with gloves on would rally around me because be-cause of your wealth. I couldn't suffer that. If we do marry, you must promise prom-ise not to Insist upon my continuing to live In England. ' Maldonado All right. So be it. . After Af-ter all, England is a paradise only for the Puritan and the hypocrite. Ha! ha! Farewell, England! Land of lean women wo-men and smug men, of the drooping eyelid and the sanctimonious drawl! Land of money worship, of cant )and pharlslaism, of false sentiment and . namby-pamby Ideals In every department depart-ment of life, the suburb of the universe! JIa! ha! ha! England, farewell!" Paris? Iris The women there are so terrible the women who would claim equality with me. Maldonado And yet. why reside anywhere? any-where? Who so at home everywhere aa the homeless rich? We'll be cosmopolitans cosmopoli-tans of the first order, shall we? |