interesting--but it isn't a practical play. It would never go on
Broadway.

_Will (in dismay)._ Not go on Broadway!

_Peggy._ No, dear. It's too talky--too much sociology. You can't get
a Broadway audience to listen to long arguments.

_Will._ Isn't it what they all need? Those wage-slaves up in the
galleries----

_Peggy._ I know, dear--but they've no idea they are wage-slaves, and
they won't pay their money to hear you call them names. And down in
the three-dollar seats are people who've made their pile, and don't
want any questions asked about the way they made it. Cut out the
sociology, Will!

_Will._ But can't one discuss modern problems in a modern play?

_Peggy._ Yes, dear, but you've got to go at it differently. You've
got to get what the crowd calls the _punch._ Look at their faces,
Will--see how tired they are! You've got to find something that
comes home to them! Not arguments, not abstractions--but a clash of
human wills! Something fundamental, that every man in the crowd can
understand! Your idea's a good one, I think--having a rich boy go
out to try his luck in the under-world. There's a chance in it for
adventure, for fun, for suspense. You ought to know about that,
since you did it yourself. But you've got to start him off
differently----(_The whistle blows._)