Germantown Friends School - Blue and White Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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SCENE TWO: A forfure chamber. Among fhe various machines are included sfall- bars. rings. boxes. horses. cows, and Indian clubs. A few women sif chaffing in fhe sfocks. Several ofhers are playing iacks wifh hof coals in fhe corner. Enfer Simon Dasfas Legree: I hear fhere's been a sif-down sfrike. Silence. Simon Dasfas Legree: Who wanfs fo confess firsf? Silence. Simon Dasfas Legree: Thank you, Cherry. Will you fry fhis closef for size, please? CURTAIN ACT FIVE: A plug ugly runs across fhe sfage carrying an egg. Enfer Benfley, hof on his frail: Hey! I saw you. you bulb sna+cher! Felfon. running righf on: Shuf up. Can'f you see I'm playing Sfealing Eggs ? CURTAIN ACT SIX: The kifchen of Ihe old I-Iomesfead. The women are having a quilfing bee. Conversafion is Io a low accompanimenf of My Liffle Gray I-Iome in fhe Wesf . Aunf Sarah Anne Wrighf: I iusf love fo sew. Miss Kafharine Newcomefz Pass fhe cider. Julie, dear. Dorofhea Bella: Maybe 'rhis sounds caffy buf I heard . . . Mrs. James: Shh. ladies! Go on. dearie. Phallis, I mean IIIis. whispering: I bef I know whaf you were going fo say. Miss Judy: Yes. I hear fhe men, now gel' fhis. fhe men folks are running an airplane club! Shocked silence as everybody sucks in her breafh. Dear Miss Betsy: Well! ' Miss Kafharine Newcomef: Please pass fhe cider, Julie. Jeaneffe, wifh fears in her eyes: Who's in if? Miss Kafharine: What the cider jug? Miss Judy, sighing: No, my dear. 'rhe club. Tha? handsome Pilof-Ligl-1+ Sellin is one of the mosf imporfanf. Aunf Virginia: Yes, and fhaf Crease Monkey's no small bird eifher. Miss Kafharine: Rubell You drank all Ihe cider! CURTAIN ACT SEVEN: The Club Room of fhe Debafing Sociefy of Lower Basin Sfreef. Hon- orary Presidenf Howard G. Plaff sfands formidably before fhe fire. Sir Knowles Doaningfon: Genflemen. we are here foday fo sef before you an open door-I mean-a prepo . . . proposi . . . 'rwo sides of fhe quesf . . . Excuse me. Mr. Plaff, buf I forgef. Why are we here? Plaff. unmoved: Quief. boy. Our first speaker is Lord Moore. Speak up, Eddie boy. Lord Moore: I would like fo prove fo you . . . Sir Alec McPhedran: Thank you, Lord Moore. Our nexf speaker is on my Ieam. Sfewarf laddie. fell 'em. Young Sfewarf: Yes, sirrah: whan fhaf Aprille wifh his shoures soofe . . . Sir Alec: Pssf. Yer iumpin' ahead a bif, lad. Look around and fake if slow. Sfewarfz Aye, so I was. Mr. Timekeeper, Ladies, and Genflemen, if is hereby highly resolved . . . X Presidenf Plaff: Thank you, Genflemen. We'Il iusf have lime for fhe rebuffal. CURTAIN

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Twelve Years in fhe Polish Corridor , a Farce in Twelve Acls. For Casl of Char- acfers, consull Senior felephone book. PROLOGUE:: A cozy scene in lhe home. Everyone is af his separafe Iask. Molher Rilfer sils knilling in Ihe Ere, Lodesfone Rubel is making buffer in her hal, IiHle Alfred Poole is making his bed lhis dealh bedl. Miss Alcorn is playing Ihe piano, and Miss Comforl holds a lillle hoop 'rhru which Plaff and Forsler iump, barking madly. lEn+er lefl in velvell, Benlleyz I can spell my name. Roberls: I can spell mine backwards. Poole: Who wanfs 'ro spell? Crease: Yes. le'r's play Posl Office again. CURTAIN ACT ONE: Angel: Behold, I have sei before 'rhee an open door. Lowry: Well close il, dear: i+'s cold in here. CURTAIN ACT TWO, SCENE ONE: An l8'rh Cenlury drawing room. Wilh rococco linesse, everyone is drawing. Yarnall is drawing under a liflle gill desk, Parsons is drawing wafer in I'he fire place, McPhedran draws a gun. Gay afmosphere. Enfer fhe Wonder Boy Crawford. McKinney: Who's he? Groff: Shhhh. I'ha'r's Mozarf. Teslz Please pass lhe snuff. Parsons: Excuse me. I musf go and powder my wig. ' Crawford: Won'+ somebody lislen? I can play a sonala. Really I can. CURTAIN SCENE TWO: The scene is changed, and we now dislinguish lhe Happy Hunfing Grounds in Ihe Land of LiH'Ie Rain. Enfer a wigwam played by Adele Wafson. Heap-Big Plallz Squaw, where you puflum my peace pipe? Tiny Girl Riflerz You smokum corn. Smell. Me fhrow oul. Wampum Powell: How. Heap-Big Plaffz How whal? Wampum Powell: How 'rhe ug are you. dope? CURTAIN ACT THREE: Willel's backyard. Crosby and Forsler enler wifh Dunn on a rope. Willel: This is my backyard. Dunn: Yeh? Forsfer: See 'rhose woods? There's a jaguar in fhere. Dunn: Yeh? Crosby: And you can'+ join fhe Wildcals 'lil you bag him. Dunn: Yeh? Forsfer: Yeh. lDunn shows his reefh. Forsler and Willef faintl CURTAIN ACT FOUR, SCENE ONE: The sky. Enter Groff as a cloud: Gee. I'r's dark up here. Yoo hoo, everyone. MacCoIl, as a planef: Shhh, l'm lislening 'ro lhe music of the spheres. Graff: Well, l'm a heavenly body so you beller nor lalk Io me like lhal. Levy The Lune: Wheel Look-no hands! lHe collapses in an aslral heap.l CURTAIN

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ACT EIGHT: A cold New Year's Eve al lhe Red Lion . The iovial hosl mingles wilh his merry guesls in hearly good-naluredness. Guinevere Lohmeyer: Up wilh ye! The ale is mulled. Bear Hug Todd: I'd like fo propose a loasf, mine hosf. Crowd: Hear Ye! Jack-o-my-hearl Arfhur, lhe hosl: A cup of meade all 'round on fhe house. Crowd: Hurrah lor Jack-ol There's my man! Thanks. Jackie boy! Bear Hug Todd: Melhinks i'r's been a greal year. friends. Launcelol Tesls Melhinks so loo. Bear hug: There's been many a hard Ihingg Roosevell has won over Willkie. Marian and I have come inlo your merry fold, War has come fo fhe New world foo. and so. all in all, I propose lhe girls give us a kiss all' round. lMuch clapping and cheering, ogling and iosIIing.l Carlena. daughler of Lohmeyer: The man's gol' loo much cheek for my lasle. Padoodle Sluarl: Duh, whal' you said! Norberg Carlson. doubled up wilh Iaughler, merrily sels off a round of cap bombs in lhe mislleloe. CURTAIN ACT NINE, SCENE ONE: Parliamenf: fhe House of Commons: in session. In fhe speaker's chair is Childe Harold in full Golhic height The fiffering on fhe benches is broughl down lo a dull roar as 'the meeling comes lo order. Childe Harold: Anybody wanl To hear The minules? lChorus from the benches of Nay .l Lady Mary-Grace S'rewar'r: Really, wha'r kind of parliamenlary procedure is this? Robinhood Henny: Hoyle would rise from his grave. Cries from The benches of AulhorI Au'rhorI McMuIlan: I propose . . . Harry-Kari Wrigh+: Thank you so much. I accept Ellicoll: I move . . . Palsy: You'd beHer. You're siH'ing on my dress. Childe Harold: Sland up. you all, when you speak. Whal do you lhink lhis is-a 'rump parliamenl? lThe benches are hushed, and a sfafemenl is read.I Noblesse Oblige Berner: Mr. Chairman . . . Miss Speaker . . . Madam Presidenl i . . . Jeannie, dear. You are accused of . . . lCries from The benches of Hear Ye, Impeachmen+ .l N. O. Berner: . . . As presidenf you have no+ quile . . . l Impeachmenl l. N. O. Berner: . . . Where were you on fhe nighl of . . . Ilmpeachmenfl. N. O. Berner: . . . Did you go fo lhe class impeachmen1'7 I mean . . . oooh . . . Suddenly Anfhony Guy Fawkes Nolde sfeps from the wings and losses a phial of nilroglycerin inlo the House. A ferrilic explosion rocks lhe sfage and fhrough lhe smoke several of +he peers can be dislinguished leaping from lhe windows info a coal bed below. CURTAIN SCENE TWO: The Wedding Parry al' Dingly Dell. Wilh well-seasoned mirfh. Mr. Pickwick lFellon +o youl is led over lo Mrs. Wardle lCherry girll. Alex McWardIe: Molher, you recollecl Mr. Pickwick? Mrs. Wardle lslill Cherryl: Never mind. lShe smoolhs her dress and wilh quick. recognilion of her cue. Thornlon collapses on MoI'l1er's looIs+ooI.l Emma lJudy Io youl lrips over PIaH's oulslrefched gailer and Mr. Pickwick chaflers aboul well lurned ankles. The dancing begins and Arabella lSu+ro, +hal's my girll blushes over fhaf handsome Mr. Winkle lYes, i+'s Sellinl as lhey sland behind a curlain.