Evening High School - Owl Yearbook (Reading, PA)

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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?

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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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106 THE OWL David Cgentlyl : But Claire- Claire: There is someone else? David: Yes, there is. Claire: It's so strange. The night is beautiful. The stars are live coals. The moon is -!she breaksj David fkindly, firmlylz Claire, you mustn't let yourself go, like this. Claire Qlifelesslyjz I know. It seems as though I've always known-but somehow one keeps on dreaming-hop ing. Hearts are such funny things. CPauseJ Wolild you like to hear the poem? David Cglad of anything to break the strainl: Yes. Claire: I-Ie has dreams that shut him in a world Away from me. Well I have my dreams too, And he's not all of them-only the part That's given them joy, I'd weep, but tears we save For little things. I cannot weep for all The countless days that stolidly stare at me From fifty years without him. Count the days Cher voice breaks but she recovers herself! I might Be frantic and that might be relief. But now I-Ie's Watching anxiously so I must say- My World without him won't completely break U Qbreaks againj And after awhile of unimportant things A I-Ie rose not knowing what he ought to say. Or knowing how to say it. So he stood, Then the door closed and he was gone. Ithe last word is barely more than a breathl. David ftrying to speak lightlyiz I suppose that's my cue. Claire fslowlyl : I suppose it is. CPausel David, I - thank you for the only beauty I've ever known. David Ipityl: Claire, Claire. I'm so sorry. So terribly sorry. Claire Lbravelyl: Don't be. I'm not. David will you -