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JIM:	Yeah, there's a lot of good parts to me. You can have West Tampa if you want it.

DAISY:	You always was a nice quiet boy, Jim.

DAVE:	(Emerging from the store with a package of gum) Here's your gum, Daisy.

JIM:	Oh, youse late. She's done got gum now. Chaw that yourself.

DAVE:	(Slightly peeved and surprised) Hunh, you mighty fast here now with Daisy but you wasn't that fast gettin’ out of that white man's chicken house last week.

JIM:	Who you talkin’ ‘bout?

DAVE:	Hoo-oo? (Facetiously) You ain't no owl. Your feet don't fit no limb.

JIM:	Aw, nigger, hush.

DAVE:	Aw, hush, yourself. (He walks away for a minute as DAISY turns to meet some newcomers. DAVE throws his package of gum down on the ground. It breaks and several children scramble for the pieces. An old man, very drunk, carrying an empty jug enters on left and staggers tipsily across stage.) (MAYOR JOE CLARK emerges from the store and looks about for his marshall.)

CLARK:	(Bellowing) Lum Boger!

LUM BOGER:	(Eating a stalk of cane) Yessir!

CLARK:	I God, Lum, take your lazy self off that keg and go light that town lamp. All summer long you eatin' up my melon, and all winter long you chawin’ up my cane. What you think this town is payin' you for? Laying round here doin' nothin'? Can't you see it's gettin' dark? (LUM BOGER rises lazily and takes the soap box down stage, stands on it to light the lamp, discovers no oil in it and goes in store.