Yeshiva University High School For Boys - Elchanite Yearbook (New York, NY)

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A VERY ERIDUS TTER A One Act Play SCENE ONE tThe curtain is drawn but the stage is dark as the audience enter and take their seats. The house lights dim and the stage lights reveal an old man bent over a table wearing a battered brown hat. He is reading a wrinkled copy of the New York Times by the light of a desk lamp. Under the desk his toe can be seen soak- ing in a pail of water. From off stage the pitter patter of racing rats is heard. As the house lights go out he slowly turns toward the audience. marking his place in the paper with his l'inger.j Old Man: M-hm. my name is Buzzy. l've been here a long time, longer than most people think. A very long time, just sitting and reading my paper. That's all I do, read and listen to the rats. tpauses for a moment and indicates sound from off stage.J But my job is not to talk about myself . . . it's them. They're in trouble this year. I knew they would be. They always are. But it's worse now and it serves them right because of all the pranks they play on me. tHe lightly caresses the battered desk lamp and once again becomes absorbed in the Times.D Voice: tfrom offstagel M-hm tagain-louderj M-hm. Old Man: Oh, yes. You want to know about them. I don't have any time to tell you myself. I have to finish my paper, but you can lind out about it at the confer- ence . . . tHe turns back to his paper. and the stage lights slowly dim and finally black out.J tThe theatre is black for a moment and from off- stage the mating call of a buzzard is heard. When the lights go on again. they reveal a medium sized room. Thirty odd men are seated around a table to the right of center. At the center of the stage a black cat sleeps on a wrinkled copy of the New York Times. High to one side two bird houses are mounted on the wall. Hrrrflff ,xt K 58 rf ex f lip' f '.f, flxx , X lznpwn 1973 If t N JPLPAL X.-I f 11. Xe A L4 ,, X. lialht A-1 4, Vfze 'T' U 'Lil They are occupied by a family of buzzards. The walls of the room are decorated by old maps. Marilyn Mon- roe calendars. and shrunken heads. A small man seated upon two telephone books bangs his fist on the table. Confused. the men look around. and there is a haggard, disheveled air about them.J Voices: Vat's dat? . . . M-hm . . . Speak Up . . . tap tap . . . Mr. Abrams: Members of the faculty, I have called you all together at this special teachers' conference to discuss a very serious matter. At present there are in this institution 71 seniors. They have been here for four years. and now they want to get out. The question re- mains-can we let them go? We will decide this serious matter in a democratic manner. You all will discuss the pros and cons and then as we always do in these cases-I will decide. Dr. Brayer, what do you think? Dr. Brayer: They're all fine fellows. Augenbraun-fine . . . Baer . . . Bell . . . Brunswick-all right . . . Freund