Conneaut High School - Tattler Yearbook (Conneaut, OH)

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THE SENIOR TATTLER JUNIOR CLASS OFFICERS President Robert Robison Vice President Albert Tyler 2!) Secretary Marian Whitney Treasurer William Fenton

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TIIE SENIOR TATTLER ABRACADABRA AND HIS 40 BEEVES By Will Shakespeare (A tragically comical tragedy) Dramatis Personae Abracadabra A rich hanch owner Miss Tery His daughter Setting and Time of Action Cut Throat The villain The g-eat out-of-doors—where a man's Hans The hero a nian—°f the wild and wooly West. Hanibal A Negro cook Between sunrise and sunset of 10th of rIhe Forty Beeves 40 ancient cattle June, 1583. (Abracadabra’s immense heard) Coyboys, horses, a parson, etc. Act I Dawn—the ranch house. Sun rising slowly over edge of grassy plain. Scene I—a dining room of his ranch house. Tables, chairs, etc. (Hanibal enters carrying a breakfast tray, swinging large bell.) HANIBAL—Breakfast am served, sir. Come and get it if yes want it. (Exit after placing tray on table). MISS TERY (entering and taking place at table)—Goodness gracious. MISS TERY—How hungry I am! This early rising surely induces hearty appetites. I wonder where father is. Don’t think I shall wait for him (she eats). How good these flapjacks are! I shall have to hurry and eat them all or I’ll get left when Dad comes. (Hears gentle tapping at window.) What on earth is that noise! (Rises, goes to window and throws it open) Hans! Why, Hans, what is it? HANS (much agitated)—Don’t squeak so loudly, Tery dear. I shust com by you to say goot-bye. I can’t shtay longer (great tears rolling down his round, fat face). Dose poys simply vill not let me alone. My Pford is ready. I crank nearly all night and she iss ready now. So good-bye, mine darling Tery! TERY (in tears)—But, my Hans, my hero, I cannot let you go alone out into the cruel, cruel world! An idea strikes her). I have it! I’ll go, too. Wait a minute. I’ll write a note to father and pin it on my pillow. I’ll fix some eats. (Puts flapjacks into paper bag) You go bring your car around by my window. Hurry, dearest. We gotta snap into’t, or dad’ll get wise before we duck. (They both exit; Hans through the window, Tery through the door.) (Abracadabra enters with Cut Throat.) ABRADACABRA—Yes, I am getting old; and before I die—for I am liable to die at any time now—I want to see my daughter happily married to you. So you bring a parson around about dinner time and we’ll have the weddin’. And remember—not a word to that sniveling Hans. CUT THROAT (A great cross-eyed, red-nosed, red-headed man with all front teeth missing, causing him to lisp)—Yeth, sir; I’ll be there. But letsth eat firthse. I am mighty hungry (sitting down, reaching for something to eat). ABRA. (doing likewise)—Now, what the great rattlesnakes! Where the deuce is the grub? (calling) Hanibal! (no answer) Hanibal!! (same) HANIBAL!!! (silence and lots of it). I’ll fix him! I’ve told him not to sleep while on duty, so here goes. (Drawing his trusty bean-shooter). Now listen! (sneaks to door leading to kitchen) A-ha—I thought so! Asleep under the stove! (aims his bean-shooter and fires). There—that’ll fix ’im. (comes back to table. Sits down). HANIBAL (entering in great fright)—Oh, ja, mister; here are dem flapjacks. And here iss dem eggs. Now vat more will master haft? ABRA. (eating with much gusto)—Nothing! Go to blazes! (exit Hanibal). (Abracadabra and Cut 'throat eat). CUT THROAT—I'm done now. I’ll go for the sky pilot. ABRA.—So am I. Be back by dinner time. I wait dinner for NO man, you know. I’ll call Tery (both exit). (Curtain) SCENE II—TERRY’S BEDROOM ABRA. (entering)—Tery! Tery!! Now by the great King Hottentat, where in blazes is that fool girl? TERY!!! Where on Mars is she? Ublnam gentiun est? I guess I don’t know. What is this? A note! (Opens note, reads, and becomes greatly ■excited.) Dear Father:— Hans is leaving, and I am going with him. We are to be married at—but that’s telling, so I’ll wire you when it is over—and you can’t get us. Toodle-oo, Old Top, TERY. Ah!!! I’ll overtake them. They must have gone in that car of Hans’, and that thing can’t go more than five miles an hour without developing gallooing consumption. I’ll to horse and after them. Perchance I’ll need my trusty beanshooter again this morning. (Exit.) (Curtain.) (Continued on page 34) 28

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THE SENIOR TATTLER JUNIORS TOP ROW:—Dorothy Greenwood, Hazel Cole, Aylene Lower, Donna Kendall, Dorothy Anderson, Genevieve Belnap, Mara Cox, Rosina Carter. SECOND ROW:—Arpard Olah, Robert Marcy, Francis Rood, Kenneth Dudley, Louis Brown, Lee Woodworth, Louis York. SEATED:—Richard McGuire, Miles Dorman, Cecil Hershey, Maurice Bartoo, Allen Cline, Louis Mondy, Earl Taylor, Albert Cobuzzi, Joe Morris.