Trinity College School - Record Yearbook (Port Hope, Ontario Canada)

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The Drama There was the usual Saturday morning crowd at Rack- straw ' s grocery. It included old Colonel Leatherb arrow, carrying the converted bedroll which he used as a shop- ping basket, Phyllis, and a small man in carpet slippers who was a stranger to me. You look a bit peculiar, said the Colonel over the frozen foods, Are you feeling alright? I ' m thinking about writing a play, I said. Oh, said Phyllis, is that all? I remember a man who shopped here once, used to write tales. Mr. Hepple his name was. You couldn ' t put ' em down once you ' d started. All about Braham the Terrible, they were. Know what he did? Kept on turning himself into things by eat- ing a pill. You don ' t see much of that on stage. You don ' t? No, barked the Colonel, all you get today is those filthy longhairs prancing about in the buff and such- like - disgusting ! One time he turned himself into a timber wolf and tracked a fur bandit to his lair. Made the little woman ' s fie sir creep. Better than all that lovey-dovey stuff. You don ' t want any of that lot. ' Course, said Phyllis, you ' d have to have a wolf skin. Yes, I said, that would be the snag. If you wanted, you could put in a bit of a love inter- est. You could have the heroine trapped in a blazing cabin, fighting off the advances of a rum- crazed half- breed. That ' s right, I said, and the wolf outside scratching at the door. That ' s right, said the Colonel eagerly, and the wolf turns into Braham, and he pulls the girl away in the nick of time, and kicks the halfbreed into the crevice. Alaska Louis his name is. I don ' t know that I ' m very good at half-breed dialogue. I said. Oh, it ' s mostly grunts, said the Colonel. When he fell into the crevice he ' s need only say something like: ' Woof-woof! ' or ' Mon Dieu! ' Yes, I said, I suppose that would be sufficient. You could have a sad bit too, said Phyllis from the canned meats, where someone pinches Braham ' s pills, and he can ' t turn into anything. Then the fellow who ' s pinched them takes one and turns into an ape, and the heroine snatches them and falls into the rapids, and I

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il memorial compositions. Though Mimi and Tom Jans are well matched and play and harmonize well together; I felt she I seemed different without Richard and she ap- | peared unable to become as involved in her | songs as she once did. Nevertheless they played well and would have been fine for a concert more suited to their music. However, it was Cat Stevens ' night and everyone was waiting for Cat to appear. It was clear that nobody was going to steal his lime- light. So once again the result of staging lesser | known talent before the big names was merely a formality. Mimi Farina Tom Jans With mainly Cat Stevens ' fans in the hall, Mimi Farina and Tom Jans had the hard task of opening the concert. They opened competently, but lacked the vitality and excitement to in- volve the audience in their singing. Their music resembled that of the traditional Farina style, though I felt Mimi lacked the depth she used to show with her late husband Richard. After Richard was killed in a 1966 motorcycle accident, Mimi fell into depression and retired from the music world. Eventually she was paired up with Tom Jans through friends and that started her comeback. Tragedy has played a big part in the songs composed by Mimi Farina today, and especially at the concert, where she played numerous J. A. Barford

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Braham dives in after her, and overpowers the ape, gTabs the pills and beats it with the girl in his arms. You ' d want a revolving stage with running water for that one though. You would, I said, at the very least. Then you could have a funny scene, mumbled the stranger from the household detergents, you know, a bit of comic relief; say a couple of B- girls at the saloon with a minister. That might be hilariously laughable, I chuckled, reaching for a box of Cap ' n Crunch. Of course, said Phyllis, you ' d want an ape skin, but you ' d have no difficulty there. You can always rent an ape skin. It ' s the plot you ' ve got to worry about. Mind you, if I ever get an inspiration I ' ll come straight round to tell you. I always get me inspirations while I ' m in the tub. Cor - I ' d like to see you try it, cackled the old man in the carpet slippers. I can see the headlines: ' Naked woman accosts writer in store - says she was inspired! ' ha-ha. Well I never! - I was going to say that you could have the last scene in an abandoned gold mine. Alaska Louise has got the girl down there staked in a pool of water, with seals barking at her and the water rising. The ape-man is setting light to a train of gunpowder, when up comes Braham and jumps down the mine. I stifled a gasp (gasp! ) Hurt himself? Takes a pill half way down and turns into an eagle. Pecks her bonds loose, shoo ' s the seals away, flies back up with her in his claws, and fights die ape-man to the death. Where ' s Louis? The mounties get him. They always make their man you silly goose. said Tim the stock boy. Oh yes, of course, I said, dien Braham wraps the heroine in his great, strong wings and flies into the sunset over top of Disneyland with the Mormon Tabernacle Choir singing the MacDonalds Drive- in theme song in the background as the curtain falls. Something like that. You ' ll have to fill in the details yourself. That ' s what Mr. Hepplc did. Have you got any ideas. . . ? Yes, one. 1 said, reaching for the T. V. dinners. Commander Barkfeather (Woof- woof ! )