Schuster School - Proscenium Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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can stick 'em down with soap! Who thought to bring soap! Gee, ain't they no runninl water in the room! WatIIl I do? Well, Iill never be on! ITO herself. I Shut up, Millie, you'll be on an like it! ITbere is a bang al the door.I CALL BOY Say! Tempest! Y' never signed the book! MILLIE Well, fer Cawd's sake sign for me.r It wont give you writer's cramp. You know Ijm here! CALL BOY Say, wadaya think I am? I ain't yer mother! MILLIE Aw, sign an' shut up. CALL BOY Irin an enormous voiceI Fuf-teen minits, fuf-teen minits. Evibocly on stage when I call overchoor! MILLIE Ichanging her shoes for pumpsI Gee, I'll never be on! VOICE. OF TAILOR Ioff stageI Tailor! Any glose to be gleaned an' hressed? MILLIE Igrabs up a shoe and Fires it at the doorI Beat it. No! we ain't got no Clothes to be cleaned. Wadaya mean, comin' round when we're hurryin, like this? Get out! I She begins to dress her hair. I CALL BOY Iat doorI Laundry! Got any laundry to be sent out? MILLIE IwildlyI Say, will you git away from that door! We ain't got no time fer laundry now! An' I ainit gonna pay you for What you done! Them towels is awful! IA sbort squabble between them, then -I Get out! ISbe qus the other shoe. Suddenly she stands iransjixed She stares about, the picture of terror. I Who's whistlin, in here? Mary Foster! You poor amachoorl Wadaya mean, whistlin' in this room? It ain,t a superstition! Every time anybody whistles in a dressin' room, the person next the dodr gets Bred! An' I'm nearest to the door! There ain't nothin' you can do now. Well, go outside an' turn around three times, an, cross yourself. Gee, I'd rather have the witches, curse on me! Well, fer the love of Mike, will you look at that Foster girl's slippers! She's got 'em on the dressin' table! Kin y, emagine it? It's the worst luck you can haveli Sure sign youill walk out an' never come back! EShC takes a cigarette from her make-up box and lights I'LI Huh? Wadaya mean, No Smokin'? Well, I don't believe in signs! Iwa goes behind the sheet. A moment later she emerges in a Page seventy

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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

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bespanglcd coslumc which she struggles to hook. 1 Kin you beat these costumes? Honest. lwouldn't ask a dog to wear 'em! Why, they're so old they're fallin' to pieces! 1 should worry! I ain't no seamstress. 111 go out with my back stickin' out before I'll sew a stitch! Say, why, why won't the thing hook? CALL BOY Over-choor - OoO-ower-choor! MILLIE l-Sinlfs info flier chair, almost in tears. I It wonat hook! It won't hook! lt worft hook! Whafll I do? I'll never be on! iShc springs up, wrestles with 1'! again, gives it up- stufs a powder puf in the bosom of the dress, pins on a false curl at an awful angleiii'ifills her mouth wifh pins and aliacks the dress once morej CALL BOY O-ver Choor! ! ! ! Tem-pust. MILLIE lShe spits pins in every direction, and dashes for the door, crying I---Comin y' rummie, keep yer shirt on! Hold that curtain. Comin' I says! Wait a minit. Comin'! Gee, this is some show! CURTAIN Our Chorus Girl Correspondent Class of 1911 Page seventy-nne