From the Cabby’s Seatby O. Henry
Format of Original Source: Short Story
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Candidate for Adaptation? Not Reviewed
“I want to see four dollars before goin’ any further on th’ thrip. Have ye got th’ dough?”
“Four dollars!” laughed the fare, softly, “dear me, no. I’ve only got a few pennies and a dime or two.”
Jerry shut down the trap and slashed his oat-fed horse. The clatter of hoofs strangled but could not drown the sound of his profanity. He shouted choking and gurgling curses at the starry heavens; he cut viciously with his whip at passing vehicles; he scattered fierce and ever-changing oaths and imprecations along the streets, so that a late truck driver, crawling homeward, heard and was abashed. But he knew his recourse, and made for it at a gallop.
At the house with the green lights beside the steps he pulled up. He flung wide the cab doors and tumbled heavily to the ground.
“Come on, you,” he said, roughly.
His fare came forth with the Casino dreamy smile still on her plain face. Jerry took her by the arm and led her into the police station.
A one-beat trifle (which we see coming a mile away) concerning a young girl who gets into trouble when she tries to get out of paying her cabfare. It could make a fun song or 5-minute piece.
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