George M. Baker, Gentlemen of the Jury: A Farce
“ One possesses the power to blow the human frame into infinitesimal particles; the other cures all ills that flesh is heir to. Can we pause and deliberate? Look at that man, dragged from the bosom of his family; his wife and children——Jolly. Beg your pardon, Blower. Popgun is single.Blower. Hey? Dragged from the paternal mansion. Hear the cry of the agonized and aged mother of the prisoner, as she stands upon the doorstep and screams, “My child! Bring back my little Popgun!”Jolly. Wrong again, Blower. He’s neither father nor mother.Blower. Hey! Poor orphan! without a friend in the world! ”
