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THE WOMAN--[Ecstatically, with a gasp of delight.] Monkey fur!
[The whole crowd of men and women chorus after her in the same
tone of affected delight.] Monkey fur!
YANK--[With a jerk of his head back on his shoulders, as if he had
received a punch full in the face--raging.] I see yuh, all in
white! I see yuh, yuh white-faced tart, yuh! Hairy ape, huh? I'll
hairy ape yuh! [He bends down and grips at the street curbing as
if to pluck it out and hurl it. Foiled in this, snarling with
passion, he leaps to the lamp-post on the corner and tries to pull
it up for a club. Just at that moment a bus is heard rumbling up.
A fat, high-hatted, spatted gentleman runs out from the side
street. He calls out plaintively: "Bus! Bus! Stop there!" and runs
full tilt into the bending, straining YANK, who is bowled off his
balance.]
YANK--[Seeing a fight--with a roar of joy as he springs to his
feet.] At last! Bus, huh? I'll bust yuh! [He lets drive a terrific
swing, his fist landing full on the fat gentleman's face. But the
gentleman stands unmoved as if nothing had happened.]
GENTLEMAN--I beg your pardon. [Then irritably.] You have made me
lose my bus. [He claps his hands and begins to scream:] Officer!
Officer! [Many police whistles shrill out on the instant and a
whole platoon of policemen rush in on YANK from all sides.
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