Schuster School - Proscenium Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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mmus OVER-CHOOR ! Scene e Dressing room, make-up shelf at center, bare, mirror, lights and a chair; rack cross- wise of the stage, with nails to hang wall sheet, which is to be used as a screen. A sign, No Smoking A110Wed,u over the make-up shelf. Characters e- Millie Tempest, chorus girl; the Voice of the Call Boy; the Voice of the Ward- robe Woman; the Jewish Voice of a Tailor toff stageI. At rise of curtain, stage is empty. CALL BOY Ioff stageI 'A-a-a-lf-ower! 'A-a-alf-ower! IA door bangs of stage. I CALL BOY Say, wadaya mean, gettin' in after the ,alf owers' called? MILLIE Iroff stageI It ain,t after the half hour! Yer watch is crabby! Yer fast, kid-fer the first time in yer life! CALL BOY Say, none a' yer back talk H MILLIE Istill off stageI Say, beat it! beat it! Wadaya think you are? The manager? No, you won't fine me! Report me then! Report me! See if I care! I She enters, banging the door behind hcr.I Y' poor simp! IShe is in tawdry, smart street costume, hat and coat, and she carries a battered tin make-up box and a big sheet, done up around a bulging bundle. It is a regular wall sheet with loops to hang on the nails, and pockets in the lower ectges, bulging with slippers, towels, make-up articles, feather headdresses and a mirror. She bangs the box down on the shelf. I MILLIE ,D anybody mark a place for me? Thanks, Ollie, do as much for you, some week! Gee, the cars crawl in this town, like to never got here. Where 'm I hang- in'? I She begins 10 unfaslen bundle. I On that rack? What's the matter With them hooks over by the door? Well, gee, Mary, you ain't got Clothes enough to Page sixtyeeighl

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BILLY MARTIN THE. SCHUSTER MASCOT Pa ge sixty- seven

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sprawl over all them hooks! Oh! Well, I suppose my street clothes can be rolled in a heap, and walked on! Yes, I'll take that rack, but it's the last time! Last week I didn't have no light, this week I don't get no wall hooks! Wadaya mean, I Ought to get here early? Mary Foster, you mind your own business, and quit pullin' that cracked comedy, or Illl make some tragedy out of it! iShe hangs the sheets on the nails. Then she takes a key from her purse, unlocks her make-up box and begins taking out her cosmetics. All the while she talksl Say, where's the nearest drug store? I'll have to send the property boy out fer some Stein's White; mine's near all gone e no, it ain't - here's a piece! Gee, my nails need manicurin', look at ,em! VOICE. OF THE WARDROBE WOMAN Say, Miss Tempest! Will you kindly git out here an, git yer wardrobe? Wadaya think this is? I ain't yer mother. I cant stand here holdini yer clothes all day! I got a make-up to put on myself, an, a few clothes! You need a maid, to fetch and carry fer you! MlLLlE What's the row? Wardrobe? Well, wait a minute. W. W. lofl2 stagel Well, I wont wait; youill git yer wardrobe this minute or I'll report you! i Yelling. J Wardrobe! MILLIE lgoing to the door and looking outj What's that report stuff? Everybodyis doin' it! Gimme that wardrobe an' shut up!. Gawd! on a re'glar show, a wardrobe woman knows her place. You'd think ours was a primma donna or somethini! tShe bangs the door returning with an arm- load of costumes, which she hangs on the sheet. She disappears behind the sheet and reap- pears in a kimono, a scant, faded, red affair. that she holcls tightly around her. She takes down her hair and does it perfectly straight in a hard little knot. with a wisp sticking out. She rolls up her sleeves, gets a towel, dives into her cold cream, and begins putting on an exage gerated make-up. She never ceases talkingl Say, l gotta find somebody I can borrow money from! Anybody here got any? Donit all speak at' once. Y' deafen me! All broke? Ainit it Fierce the way us poor girls is strapped by the middle of the week? Maybe Norman can lend me some. He's the bestehearted gink! Where's my cosmetic? Say, Ollie, my candle's near all gone. You can pay me back the one you borrowed! An' I owe a laundry bill for ten cents, an' the towels the laundry sent back looks worsein when I sent ,em out! llm a good notion not to pay for ,em. I'll make a kick! Maybe I can get away with it. Ten cents to the good if I can. Say, Mary Foster, who asked you to criticize my make-up? My lips ain't crooked, an, if they was, it's nothiria to you! Well, you mind your own business! Kiss the hem of my skirt, Mary, you'll never see the day you'll put on the make-up I do. Say, Whose got any bandoline? Iill never make my hair to stay down in clips without it! Maybe I Page sixty-nine