Venango Christian High School - Saga Yearbook (Oil City, PA)

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CINDERELLA GOES MODERN This is c modern version of the long famed fairy tale, “Cinderella ’ The scene opens in Cinderella’s shabby home. A One Act Play By Julie CINDERELLA: Oh, what a life I lead! Woe is me!Cleaning, sweeping, washing dishes, and talking on the phone (usually to that nice but poor - lad.Chester). But some day . . . some day a prince will come for me on a white charger. Then he'll sweep me off my feet into the night. My wicked stepmother will really be surprised . . . especially to see such royalty calling on me. According to her and my two dopey-looking stepsisters all I’m good for is to work and take care of them. (Cinderella once again drifts off into her dreams of her Prince. Meanwhile she hears the familiar voice of Chester). CHESTER: Cinderella! Cinderella! My love, please marry me. CINDERELLA: (Shaking her head) No, I’m waiting for the prince to ask me. He is going to. I had a dream. CHESTER: Your foolish dreams will never come true. He will never marry you. You'll never get to meet him. Besides—forgive me, my love-your feet are too small.(He speaks under- standingly) I like small feet, but . . . CINDERELLA: I like you.Chester, but we are both poor. How would we live? We would starve! This wicked country of Poorsville doesn't even have a Widow's Pension. How dread- ful it would be if you left now. How would I survive? The rich have all the money. CHESTER: That's the way it usually is. But some day I, Chester Claude- hopper, will change all that. I have many friends. CINDERELLA: Please go, Chester, My wicked stepmother is coming. (After Chester leaves, Cinderella thinks quietly). A nice boy. Chester, but no future. (Stepmother comes in). STEPMOTHER: Cinderella, you look a mess as usual. Even if you combed your hair and had some new clothes, I doubt if it would improve you. You're still just a plain Jane. Now don't just idle your time away think- ing of the prince. Once and for all you're not going to the ball. You'd shame us. Your two lovely sisters, Carla and Claudia are going and you know how charming they are. Now get busy; you have lots to do . . . clean the fireplace ... do the laundry . . . paper the walls . . . scrub the floor. (She then goes and hits her). That's for nothing. Just to remind you how wicked I am. CINDERELLA: Could anything worse happen to me9 STEPMOTHER: I could do it again. (Carla and Claudia come in. They are all dressed up. They dance around showing off their new formats, stopping now and then to stare at themselves in the mirror.) CARLA: I'm so happy it makes me dizzy just looking.

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Student Forum. TO GROW OR NOT LONG HAIR IS APPEALING TO TEENAGE GIRLS” Those conservatives opposed to long hair on boys, can holler loud and long but the people they'll win over are those with equally narrow minds. These adults who feel that long hair is a sign of the fall of American masculinity, who say that boys want long hair because they are suffering from some deep seeded psychological desires to be girls are ignoring human nature. It is a human urge not a feminine urge to be a part of society, to belong to a group and to be attractive to the members of the opposite sex. Longer hair for boys is a social standard, whether the patriarchs of our country like it or not! And no matter how disgusting long hair is to the P.T.A., it is very appealing to teenage girls. There are exceptions those boys with shoulder length hair aren't appealing to anybody except each other, and they aren't conforming to any social standard but creating their own. The youthful long hairs of our society do understand that it is a THERE IS NOTHING A GIRL HATES MORE THAN GOING OUT WITH A SISSIFIED MALE Our contemporary times have brought advanced technology and thinking, but there is one flaw in this age of miracles. The defect lies within the so-called American male; (it is doubtful if he stir has a claim to that name). Although our world is moving forward at a rapid pace, he insists on returning to the days of King Arthur and the Round Table with his other century hair styles. If this isn't a deterioration of masculinity then I don't know what is. Even though some women today have rather short hair, long hair is still associated with femininity and should remain there. And if boys think their long hair is attractive to the female, they're slipping. There's nothing a girl hates more than going out with a sissified male and that's exactly what long hair makes him. Could it be that this surge of long haired boys is a surrender to female Jomination in what was once his world? These long-haired individuals n;a.v TO GROW Marta Sauage natural tendency for the adult portion of society to rebel against accepted social standards. In fact, I can see it now. Many, many years from now, when long hair has become the established norm, some group of singers will, for a gimmick, cut off their bangs! The fad will spread and teenage boys everywhere will expose their foreheads! Enraged high school principals will stand at school doors armed, not with scissors but with glue and hair, frantically covering every bold forehead that dares enter. Charlotte Connery feel that only the older generation (the ones who aren't really with it!) reject the fad. But that isn't entirely true. Boys with any pride at all in their sex wouldn't be caught dead with long hair; and there are a lot more of them than you think. Look around and see for yourself. It's a very small minority of boys who wear their hair hanging down their necks. As long as the male wants to retain his claim to masculinity he must continue to reject long hair. 3

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CHARACTERS CINDERELLA CHESTER, a nice lad; honest which is all right; poor, which isn't. THE STEPMOTHER CARLA, the first dopey-looking stepsister. CLAUDIA, the second dopey-looking stepsister. THE FAIRY GODMOTHER Ward CINDERELLA: You were dizzy to start with. STEPMOTHER: What did you say? CINDERELLA: I said I’m so busy that I don't know what to start with. CLAUDIA: How can I be so smart and gorgeous, too. CINDERELLA: All you need is a big head, that's all. STEPMOTHER: What was that? CINDERELLA: Oh, I just said that, it's agreed that you're a head by all. CARLA: Don't feel too bad, Cinder. We'll remember you when we dance around the floor with the prince. CLAUDIA: Imagine me in the prince's arms. All the other guests looking on. He asks me to marry him but . . . I run coyly away ... he chases me ... I stop ... he catches me . . . he tries to put his arms around me ... I elude him ... I run away. (She pantomines but trips and falls over her own feet). CINDERELLA: And you fall down a well? STEPMOTHER: What was that? CINDERELLA: I said, isn't that gown swell. STEPMOTHER: Hurry now my child- ren. We musn't be late. We'll surely be the hit of the ball. And one of you darlings will snag . . . er . . . steal . . . er . . . trap . . . er . . . capture the heart of our prince. CARLA: How could we miss? CINDERELLA: (Sneering)It wouldn't hard! CLAUDIA: You either have it, or, like Cinderella, you don't. CINDERELLA: That's the way it always is with me. I'm so young and not really bad looking, if I had nice clothes. I'm too young to die espec- ially of housemaids knees, anyway. (She doesn't begin her work right away. Instead dances around pretend- ing that she is dancing with the prince. Meanwhile the Fairy Godmoth- er enters.) FAIRY GODMOTHER: (As Cinderella sees hert she stops dancing). What are you? Some kind of kook? CINDERELLA: Oh! What? I mean who are you? FAIRY GODMOTHER: Your good fairy godmother, who else! CINDERELLA: Well, what are you here for? FAIRY GODMOTHER: To change your life into a dream come true. Do you have a pumpkin around and some mice? CINDERELLA: Yes, I'll go fetch them. FAIRY GODMOTHER: Go into the other room, while I work to my best ability. (Meanwhile, Cinderella9 s shabby old dress is changing into a pink cloud of loveliness.) CINDERELLA: (Enters.) I feel so wonderful. FAIRY GODMOTHER: Yes, my dear. But stick to the script, you can't fall in love with the chaffeur. At midnight, that car turns into a pumkin and that chaffeur to some mice. (She looks down at Cinderella's feel.) I don't know if this is going to work. Your feet couldn't be any bigger than a four and a half. CINDERELLA: That's right. FAIRY GODMOTHER: Well, a glass slipper is a glass slipper. I'll have to dig up one of those sample sizes, but don't worry I'll do it. Now off with you. Remember, midnight and you've had it. Meanwhile, it'll be a ball. (At the Hall) CARLA: Look at the prince. He still has three hours to dance with us; but,instead, he's with the little one in the glass slippers. CLAUDIA: Do those slippers look like real glass? CARLA: No, they couldn't be. (Arriving home.) CLAUDIA: That prince is a fink any- way and really very homely when you get close to him. STEPMOTHER: Who got close to him? Where's Cinderella? Get her down here. I feel like kicking some- one. . . Cinderella! It's after mid- night. (Cinderella enters looking the same old way.) CINDERELLA: Here I am, I was watching the late news. STEPMOTHER: Get my bathrobe and make us some tea. CINDERELLA: Make it yourselves. CARLA: W'hat! You heard mama. Do what you're told. CINDERELLA: I will not. I'm tired and going to bed. (A knock at the door. Cinderella continues up the stairs.) Come in. (Enter Chester.) CHESTER: My uncle has finally agreed to make me part of his business. We can get married now, Cinderella. Cinderella? CINDERELLA: (Shaking her head) No, my true heart throb is the prince. CHESTER: But your feet are too small and I like small feet. CINDERELLA: Ho, Chester, do you really mean it? CHESTER: You know I do. CINDERELLA: (Running eagerly down the stairs screaming) Yes. Yes. Yes. You love me for myself. Illustrated by Theresa Everman