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    Mr. Pim Passes By: A Comedy in Three Acts
    Mr. Pim Passes By: A Comedy in Three Acts
    Mr. Pim Passes By: A Comedy in Three Acts
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    Mr. Pim Passes By: A Comedy in Three Acts

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    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherGood Press
    Release dateNov 29, 2019
    ISBN4057664588357
    Mr. Pim Passes By: A Comedy in Three Acts
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    A. A. Milne

    A.A.Milne was born in London in 1882 and became a highly successful writer of plays, poems and novels. He based Winnie-the-Pooh, Piglet and friends on the real nursery toys of his son Christopher Robin and published the first book of their adventures together in 1926. Since then, Pooh has become a world-famous bear, and Milne’s stories have been translated into seventy-two languages.

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      Mr. Pim Passes By - A. A. Milne

      A. A. Milne

      Mr. Pim Passes By

      A Comedy in Three Acts

      Published by Good Press, 2022

      goodpress@okpublishing.info

      EAN 4057664588357

      Table of Contents

      A Comedy in Three Acts

      A. A. Milne

      Characters

      Mr. Pim Passes By

      Act I

      Act II

      Act III

      Scene Plot

      Property Plot

      Act I

      Hand Properties

      Act II

      Act III

      Electric Plot

      A Comedy in Three Acts

      Table of Contents

      by

      A. A. Milne

      Table of Contents

      Characters

      Table of Contents

      The Original Cast at the Gaiety Theatre, Manchester

      George Marden, J.P. . . . . . . . . . Mr. Ben Webster.

      Olivia (his Wife) . . . . . . . . . . Miss Irene Vanbrugh.

      Dinah (his Niece) . . . . . . . . . . Miss Georgette Cohan.

      Lady Marden (his Aunt) . . . . . . . . Miss Sybil Carlisle.

      Brian Strange . . . . . . . . . . Mr. Philip Easton.

      Carraway Pin . . . . . . . . . . Mr. Dion Boucicault.

      Anne . . . . . . . . . . Miss Ethel Wellesley.

      The action takes place in the morning-room at Marden House, Buckinghamshire, on a day in July.

      The Original London Cast at the New Theatre

      George Marden, J.P. . . . . . . . . . Mr. Ben Webster.

      Olivia (his Wife) . . . . . . . . . . Miss Irene Vanbrugh.

      Dinah (his Niece) . . . . . . . . . . Miss Georgette Cohan.

      Lady Marden (his Aunt) . . . . . . . . Miss Ethel Griffes.

      Brian Strange . . . . . . . . . . Mr. Leslie Howard.

      Carraway Pin . . . . . . . . . . Mr. Dion Boucicault.

      Anne . . . . . . . . . . Miss Ethel Wellesley.

      Mr. Pim Passes By

      Act I

      Table of Contents

      The morning-room at Marden House (Buckinghamshire) decided more than a hundred years ago that it was all right, and has not bothered about itself since. Visitors to the house have called the result such different adjectives as mellow, old-fashioned, charming–even baronial and antique; but nobody ever said it was exciting. Sometimes Olivia wants it to be more exciting, and last week she rather let herself go over some new curtains; she still has the rings to put on. It is obvious that the curtains alone will overdo the excitement; they will have to be harmonized with a new carpet and cushions. Olivia has her eye on just the things, but one has to go carefully with George. What was good enough, for his great-great-grandfather is good enough for him. However, we can trust Olivia to see him through it, although it may take time.

      A scene plot is given at the end of the play.

      There are three ways of coming into the room: by the open windows leading from the garden, by the doors to R., or by the staircase from up R, Mr. Pim chooses the latter way–or rather Anne chooses it for him; and Mr. Pim kindly and inoffensively follows her. She comes down steps and crosses to C., followed by Mr. Pim.

      Anne (moves up, looking off L. and returning to Pim R.C.). I'll tell Mr. Marden you're here, sir. Mr. Pim, isn't it?

      Pim (nervously). Yes–er–Mr. Pim–Mr. Carraway Pim. He doesn't know me, you understand, but if he could just spare me a few moments–er—(He fumbles in his pockets.) I gave you that letter?

      Anne. Yes, sir, I'll give it to him.

      Pim (brings out a stamped letter which is not the one he was looking for, but which reminds him of something else he has forgotten. Looking at letter). Oh! Dear me!

      Anne. Yes, sir?

      Pim. Dear me. I ought to have posted this. (Looking at letter.) Oh, well, I must send a telegram. You have a telegraph office in the village?

      Anne. Oh, yes, sir. (Moving up to terrace up L. and pointing off L.) If you turn to the left when you get outside the gates, it's about a hundred yards down the hill. Turn to the left and down the hill.

      Pim. Turn to the left and down the hill. Thank you, thank you. Very stupid of me to have forgotten.

      (Anne exits up staircase R.)

      (Mr. Pim wanders about the room humming to himself, and looking at the pictures and photos on piano. Then goes out at window up L.) (Dinah enters from staircase up R. dancing, and humming the air of Down on the Farm: she is nineteen, very pretty, very happy, and full of boyish high spirits and conversation. She dances to foot of stairs, looks off R., then down C., then to piano; sits and plays a few bars and sings Down on the Farm, rises and moves up to R. of piano, and as she does so Pim re-enters from window up L. and they come suddenly face to face up back C. below the writing-table. There is a slight pause.)

      Dinah (backing a step). Hullo!

      Pim. You must forgive me, but... Good morning, Mrs. Marden.

      Dinah. Oh, I say, I'm not Mrs. Marden. I'm Dinah.

      Pim (with a smile). Then I will say, Good morning. Miss Diana.

      Dinah (reproachfully). Now, look here, if you and I are going to be friends, you mustn't do that. Dinah, not Diana. Do remember it, there's a good man, because I get so tired of correcting people. (Moving down C. to B.) Have you come to stay with us? (Sits on settee R.)

      Pim (following her down). Well, no, Miss–er–Dinah.

      Dinah (nodding). That's right. I can see I shan't have to speak to you again. Now tell me your name, and I bet you I get it right first time. And do sit down.

      Pim (crossing to L. and sitting on settee L.). Thank you. My name is–er–Pim, Carraway Pim–

      Dinah. Pim, that's easy.

      Pim. And I have a letter of introduction to your father–

      Dinah (rising and crossing to R. of table L.C. and speaking across same). Oh, no; now you're going wrong again, Mr. Pim. George isn't my father; he's my uncle. Uncle George–he doesn't like me calling him George. Olivia doesn't mind–I mean she doesn't mind being called Olivia, but George is rather touchy. (Sitting on table, facing Pim.) You see, he's been my guardian since I was about two, and then about five years ago he married a widow called Mrs. Telworthy.

      Pim (repeating). Mrs. Telworthy.

      Dinah. That's Olivia–so she became my Aunt Olivia,

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