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

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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.

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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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SCENE THREE: The Roman Senale. Prima Donna Julia lhilching up lhe lagols on her backl: Ego! E Pluribus Unuml Bella Donna Bernera: Ah: Julia llo herselll Facilis descensus Averno. Bobii Foslorum: Vixere lorles anle Agamemnona mulli. Dunnibus: El lu Brule? I lhoughl lhal was MY line! CURTAIN ' ACT TEN: A biological laboralory. Several scienlisls are lorelelling lhe harvesl wealher wilh lhe enlrails ol an ox. Dr. Voegelin, glueing lhe legs on a llyz I hear lhal Dr. Breininger had lish lor supper' lasl nighl. Dr. Jonalhan Eoole: Yes, I was casling my nels on lhe olher side ol his desk when an unlorlunale accidenl occurred. CURTAIN ACT ELEVEN: The arena al a Roman Orgy. A long ringside lable wilh nolhing. bul women al il. McKinney: Lel's see now. Who else can we lhrow lo lhe lions? Wood: Please pass lhe grapes. Lohmeyer: We could have some Chrislians wreslle. Winler: Or give someone a ride in my car. Sulro: Does anyone wanl an apple? Berner: Please pass lhe argeroyl. They all join in lhe barbarian Roman ealing song Haporum Birlhorum lo Yorum echoed by lhe wolves across lhe arena. ACT TWELVE: FINALE: Al lhe wall in Thisbe's Backyard. Enler Pyramus: Gee il's a dark nighl. Thisbe: Yoo hoo Pyramus. ls lhal you? Pyramus: Yeh. Throw a leg over, honey. Lowry: Firsl l golla blow my nose. Healy: This bulb . . . This bulb . . . Please, il's Hell when you don'l cul in. Molzahn: Lislen, I . . . Wind,Tunnel Moore: Wool. Hi ya wall. Lowry: Quiel. You're meanl lo be a lion. Nol a wolf. Molzahn: Lislen, I can . . . Miller: I'm General Wishinglon and I wash you'd all go alhink and Iel me weigh. Harkins: Lislen, il you're lhe sphinx, you're going lo have lo sland lurlher lo lhe lell. I can'l rid your readle . . . I mean. Molzahn, nabbing Harkins by lhe coal: Lislenl Mein Kind, wir waren Kinder, zwei Kinder, lhal is: klein und lroh . . . Meyer: Yes, ancl wir krochen ins Huhne Hauschen, ver . . . Jenness: Lislen. you guys: you've gol il all wrong. Trabaio oral, Dios Mio. Molzahn: Sshh. Und kamen Leule vorbei. Kikerehkuh. Mr. Poley, briskly: God bless you. Now if everyone will be quiel all al once, I lhink we'Il all be able lo hear lhis . . . Page: Henry. Henry, don'l you slarl lo gossip. A. Crenshaw: Il's a bird. il's a plane. il's a molh! McLean, iumping up and down: ll's a molh, il's a molh. I lell you il's a while molh. P. Crenshaw: Tesl. you look like lhe devil. lAl lhis everyone lurns and sees Scralch copying lhe Blue and While inlo his llllle black book, lhe lloor boards creak and lhere's a rushing wind. Suddenly lhey all lall lhrough lhe collapsing slage inlo lhe Iunchroom beIow.l CURTAIN