THOMAS EDISON: Tom in youth (M)
Plays MRS. ENGLE (Teacher), TRAIN
PASSENGER, EDITOR, GIUSEPPE, OTT (Inventor), MARY (Tom's first wife),
WALLACE (Inventor), REPORTER, FORD (Henry)
Plays MOTHER, LUCILLE (Student),
REPORTER, SENATOR (Boston), TEA SELLER, CLERK (Gold Exchange), BOSS
KRUESI (Inventor), MINA (Tom's
Plays FATHER, WILLIAM (Student),
ALEX, STEVENSON (Coach), REPORTER, MANAGER (Telegraph office),
MERCHANT, BROKER (Gold Exchange), BATCHELOR (Inventor), HAYES
(President), GROSVENOR (Financier), FIRESTONE (Harvey)
With his belly full of apple pastry Tom wandered the streets looking
for work and a place to sleep.
At last he found someone willing to lend him a cot in the cellar of
the Gold Indicator Company.
One morning he woke up and heard a ruckus...
as BROKER. DASH rushes in as nervous clerk. They huddle around
Fix it! Fix it! Hurry up! Were losing money faster than juice
through a goose!
Im trying sir, I just cant see whats wrong with it!
Cant see whats wrong, what do I pay you for, for garsh
I keep track of the profits, sir! I am not a telegraph operator!
Telegraph operator? Did someone say telegraph operator?
My kingdom for a telegraph operator! I got a house full of over
educated smarty pants and not one of them can save the ship.
Were going down boys, were going down!
What seems to be the problem?
This ticker wont tick! Dont you see theres an army,
a universe of brokers out there watching for the price of gold.
Theyre buying, theyre selling. Stock quotes and price
changes! Its how the world goes round, dont you see? This
contraption is the one that transmits...
Telegraphs schmelagraphs! The diddly ding dong thing dont work!
Were ruined boys, ruined I tell you...
quietly goes to the machine and rattles a few parts. BROKER rages on
behind him as EDISON finishes and stands back.
Sound of ticker ticking happily away.)
gonna sue me, boys dont you see? Theyre gonna rip the
shirt right off my back, dont you see? The end is near, boys,
the end is near!!
Um. Sir. Um. Look.
look at machine.)
Well Ill be a horses wide patoot. Did you do this young man?
It wasnt hard. Seems a spring broke off, and fell down between
DASH are hushed.)
Youre a genius, son. A bonifide genius. I want to offer you a job.(With
a thumb over his shoulder at DASH.)
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