Our Town Flashcards
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Morning, Doc Gibbs
Morning, Joe
Somebody been sick, Doc?
No. Just some twins born over in Polish Town
Do you want your paper now?
Yes, I’ll take it.— Anything serious goin’ on in the world since Wednesday
Yessir. My schoolteacher, Miss Foster, ‘s getting married to a fella over in Concord
I declare.— How do you boys feel about that?
but I think if a person starts out to be a teacher, she ought to stay one.
How’s your knee, Joe?
Only like you said, it always tells me when it’s going to rain.
What’s it telling you today? Goin’ to rain?
No, sir.
Sure?
Yessir
Knee ever make a mistake?
Morning, Doc.
Morning, Howie.
Somebody sick?
Pair of twins over to Mrs. Goruslawski’s.
This town’s gettin’ bigger every year.
Goin’ to rain, Howie?
that’ll burn through. Come on, Bessie.
Hello Bessie. How old is she Howie?
Doc! (waves goodbye)
Howie!
Everything all right, Frank?
Yes. I declare— easy as kittens
You can catch a couple hours’ sleep this morning can’t you?
Hm!… Mrs. Wentworth’s coming at eleven. Guess I know what it’s about too. Her stummick ain’t what it ought to be.
I can’t even get him to cut me some wood.
Is he sassy to you?
George! Rebecca! You’ll be late for school!
M-m-m
George!!
George, look sharp!
Yes, Pa!
Don’t you hear your mother calling you? I guess I’ll go upstairs and get forty winks.
Yes, Pa! (descends ladder)
Make yourself comfortable, George; I’ll only keep you a minute. George, how old are you?
I? I’m sixteen, almost seventeen.
What do you want to do after school’s over?
Why, you know, Pa. I want to be a farmer on Uncle Luke’s farm.
You’ll be willing, will you, to get up early and milk and feed the stock… and you’ll be able to hoe and hay all day?
Sure, I will. What are you… what do you mean, Pa?
Well, George, while I was in my office today I heard a funny sound… and what do you think it was? It was your mother chopping wood. There you see your mother— getting up early; cooking meals all day long; washing and ironing; — and still she has to go out in the backyard and chop wood. I suppose she just got tired of asking you. She just gave up and decided it was easier to do it herself. And you eat her meals, and put on the clothes she keeps nice for you, and you run off and play baseball —- like she’s some hired girl we keep around the house but that we don’t like very much. Well, I knew all I had to do was call your attention to it. Here’s a handkerchief, son. George, I’ve decided to raise your spending money twenty-five cents a week. Not, of course, for chopping wood for your mother because that’s a present you give her, but because you’re getting older— and I imagine there are lots of things you must find to do with it.
Thanks, Pa.
Let’s see— tomorrow’s your payday. You can count on it — Hmm. Probably Rebecca’ll feel she ought to have some more too. Wonder what could have happened to your mother. Choir practice never was as late as this before.
