THE POTBOILER - A SATIRE - BY ALICE GERSTENBERG [SCENE: A stage only half set for a morning rehearsal and dimly lighted. Sud, a successful playwright, enters in a hurry carrying a leather bag of manuscripts.] STAGE HAND. Good morning, Mr. Sud.SUD. Good morning, Gus. Just set two doors; that'll be all I'll need this morning. We're rehearsing for lines. [Steps down stage and calls front.] Joe, I'm expecting a young man, it's all right, let him in.WOULDBY [from auditorium back]. I'm here now, Mr. Sud.SUD. Come up, Mr. Wouldby. Some more border lights, please.WOULDBY. It's very good of you to let me in.SUD. I was fond of your father. I am glad to see his son.WOULDBY. I have written a play, too.SUD. Too bad, too bad, you make the price of paper go up.