SIGSBY This has got to be seen into. This sort of thing can't be
allowed to go on. [He snatches up his hat.]
JAWBONES There's another suggestion I'd like to make.
SIGSBY [Pauses.]
JAWBONES That 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.]
JAWBONES Ain't no crowd of you 'ere, you know. Nothing but my
inborn chivalry to prevent my pulling your nose.
GINGER [Cowed, but simmering.] Chivalry! [A shrill snort.]
JAWBONES Yus. And don't you put a strain upon it neither.
Because I tell you straight, it's weakening.
GINGER [His sudden fierceness has completely cowed her.]
JAWBONES You wimmin -
[There re-enters Mrs. CHINN with a tray. He is between them.]
That's old Sigsby's chop?
MRS.
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