Schuster School - Proscenium Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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How red Mrs. Burkeh nose is, thought the queen. She had just entered in her sleep, and the next moment uttered, Out damned spot,,, so realistically that Hilda Ruthman jumped, and forgot to put her hand back into her muff from which she had pulled it in her excitement. The Beef Eater, Who had left the scene, stood in the wings anxiously waiting the moment when Queen Elizabeth should discard her heavy cloak. tThey man- aged this business close to the wings so that he could help her get it offj uOn your life, take your hands from me, cried outraged royalty, wondering if the stranger in the last row was asleep or frozen to death. Shakespeare gave her the cue, and High treason! she cried, throwing off her cloak. The Beef Eater grabbed it, and wrapping himself in it, sat down on a white-washed stool OH stage. When the play at last came to an end, six pairs of hands patted a sardonic applause, and the queen waited to hear no more. During the performance of uOne Hundred Years Hence, Frank Kise came in. Florence was making love to Rollo, but was not too preoccupied to notice the increase in the size of the audience. Those Seven Noble Souls sat through the rest of the performance! When the last curtain fell on The Man on the Kerb they filed out. The stranger said Hlnteresting and shivered. Very interesting. He informed Mrs. Martin that he was a reporter for one of the morning papers, shivered again and went his lonely way into the bitter night. The critics? Critics may be cranks, but they are never fools. Brave the howl- ing winter wind to see a stupid Shaw play and a girl who thinks she can act? Even critics are human sometimes. e The Janitor. Pa ge lhirty-sevcn

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Queen Elizabeth peeped through the curtains. The bareness of the hall under the glaring house lights did not make her feel any warmer. Mrs. Burke was doing her best to look as if she were not alone and to keep up the appearance of being warm. Way over in the corner sat a stranger. Could he be a critic! But no, he was certainly not distinguished enough. Perhaps the critics would be a little late. Ah, new arrivals! Mr. and Mrs. Martin Senior came in. Yes, there was plenty of room! Something round and bright rolled out of the regal eye and immediately froze, dropping to the floor like a miniature hailstone. That old song sung by the famous comedians Montgomery and Stone passed through her mind as she jabbed the last hairpin into her headdress: uThe audience we opened to, His heard was long and black, He said, ll want my money back;' He said held beat us, but we beat him e Yes, we beat him to the railroad track! But there was no such escape for the poor frozen queen or the others in the cast. The trains were all snowbound. The Dark Lady joined the queen and took her turn at squinting through the curtains. There's Hilda Ruthmanl she exclaimed, and another girl? Six, all told, said Shakespeare, in a sepulchral voice that sounded as if it came from an ice box. The Beef Eater was Happing his arms across his chest and going over his lines between shivers. Even the bolster and two pillOWS used by the Dark Lady for padding failed to keep her from being aware that the mercury was below 320. Mrs. Martin came on the stage and laughed. She said the play was going out Then everyone laughed. Rollo went to the curtain wires and the others stood by in their places. The play went on! Page thirty-six

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THE DIRECTOR'S DESIRE O, for a Muse of fire that would ascend The highest heaven of invention. A kingdom for a stage, princes to act And monarchs to behold the swelling scene! THE. DIRECTOR MISS IRENE GRIFFIN MR. BERT THOMPSON AS VIOLA AS MALVOLIO Page thirty-eight