Evening High School - Owl Yearbook (Reading, PA)

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104 THE OWL I've asked Patsy to join us. Canxiouslyl You don't mind, do you? Claire: Of course not. Patsy is a lovely girl, I do like her very much. She's much too good for you. Larry flaughinglz What's this, too good for me. That's high treason. I'll have your head for that. Just Wait till I finish changing Qmock grimness.J Youill pay and pay and pay. Claire Claughingl: Villian! Larry: Aha, more names. I'll get you for this, if it's the last thing I do. Claire: Don't. There's a knock on the door. Claire gasps. The knock is repeated. Larry: Claire, see who's there. Claire: Suppose - suppose it's - David. Larry Cvery matter of factlz Suppose it is. 'What of it. Csound of door opening? David: Is Larry ready yet? Claire: Cher mouth dry with excitementj Not quite. Won't you come in. I-Ie'll be ready in a few minutes. wSound of door closing! Larry: Sorry I'm not quite ready, David. Sit down. I'll be with you in a second. lBrief pausel Claire, this is David Stuart. Claire ftense with excitementl: I've looked forward to meeting you. David: Thank you. I've Wanted to meet you, too. Larry: Why haven't you put your Wrap on? David and I are ready. Claire: I'll put it on at once. Aren't we going to Wait for Patsy? Larry: We're meeting her outside. Claire: I'm ready now. Larry: Let's go. QSound of door opening and footsteps re- ceding.

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THE OWL 103 see what you expected to gain by writing. Surely you didn't expect an answer? Claire: No, I didn't expect a reply. There was nothing he could say. I told him that. I just wanted him to know. That's all. Larry: Well, he's never said anything about it to me. Claire Cquietlyjz I-Ie wouldn't. He's not the type to go around talking about the letters he gets from women. Larry Cimpatientlylz I-low do you know what kind of man he is, you only met him once. Claire Cserenelyl: I just know. Larry fwarninglyl: Claire, you're crazy. You're making a god out of David, putting him on a pedestal and worshipping. You can't do it. I-Ie's only human, like the rest of us, not above looking at a pretty face or a nice ankle. Claire: You're wrong Larry fLarry snorts in disbelief. Claire laughsl Oh, I don't mean that he isn't attract- ed by ,women. I don't expect him to be a Galahad. He may have had affairs, I don't know. That isn't important-what is important is what happens after we meet. There have been men in my life, too, you know. Larry: Not these last few years. Claire: N o, not since I fell in love with him. Larry Cpityinglyj: Claire, Claire. CVery gentlyj You love him very much, don't you? Claire: There is no room in my heart for anyone else. Larry: Women who love too greatly so often suffer for it. Claire: I know, but it's worth it. I never knew that there was so much of beauty in the world. CBrokenlyJ Even little things - because of him - finchoatelyi I - Larry - Cpleadinglyj don't you see? Won't you un- derstand ? Larry Cslowlylz I understand. CPauseJ CBrightlyD By the way

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THE OWL 105 Claire Cfrom distancelz Larry? Larry: Coming. Poor Claire. SCENE III. Announcer: The living room of Claire's apartment. As the curtain rises We discover Claire lounging in an easy chair, staring dreamily into the open fireplace Where flickering iialnes dance merrily. David is leaning against the fireplace, abstractedly tamping his pipe as he gazes at Claire. David speaks. David: Your eyes are full of dreams. Claire Cvery simplybz Dreams have been my life. David fstartledbz Isn't that a rather dangerous thing to do, to build one's life of dreams, Claire fslowly, thoughtfullylz I suppose it is. 'lhough sometimes it is necessary if one is to ind enough cour- age to 'go on. One needs either dreams or memories. I should I-Iave known more quietness to Work if I Had found a Way to tell myself the truth- That dreams when once they've laid their spell Upon our hearts, follow after dawn. KPause- from the distance can be heard, the strains of Liebestraume. J David: Did you Write that? Claire Cparryingl: VVhat makes you think I Write poetry ? David: The poetry you Cpauses as realization suddenly strikes himj sent me. Claire: Oh! I didn't expect you to remember that. David Cquietlyi: I'm sorry, I didn't mean to mention that. Claire: It doesn't matter. lPausel It doesn't matter. There hasn't been a day that I haven't thought of you. There hasn't been an hour that I havenit loved you and I've never been anything but glad that I did. Even when there seemed very little hope that you would ever love me. There is no hope?