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THE SALEMITE
Wednesday. October 24, 1934.
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ROBINSON’S TROUSSEAU
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ON TUGGING AT
TIGHT COLLARS
It is difficult for a woman to un
derstand how a man can bear the
choking feeling produced by a stiff
collar around his neck. How many
times have we noticed a man thrust
ing out his chin and tugging at the
knot in his tie, in a frantic effort
to give his adam’s apple a little
elbow room (if adam’s apples have
elbows, which we hope they don’t).
This gesture of pulling and tug
ging and striving to loosen some
thing that is too tight can be made
quite a significant one. Our minds
go for long periods of time in an al
most air-tight condition, then sud
denly we feel an inrush of fresh,
clean, invigorating air. It is as if
we had reached up and tugged at a
binding collar until it gave a little
and left us free to breathe for a
moment.
When we realize that some long-
feared and long-revered convention
has as its foundation only the super
stitions of our much corseted grand
mothers, we feel our minds take one
of these deep breaths. When we find
ourselves pursuing some new project
w'hich promiss lasting interest, again
we feel that we have loosened cur
collars for a breathing spell. Or
when suddenly we discover that we
need never be bored for a minute as
us whose personalities it is ever a
long as thre are unique people around
pleasure to study, there seems to
come into our mental lungs a verit
able hurricane of invigorating ozone.
Apparently some men have formed
the habit of tuggimg at their too
tight collars. Why shouldn’t we form
such a habit—of forcing our heads
up, and with mighty and frequent
tugs of loosening our minds?
Let’s ‘consider 'it in this way.
Flowers and men and minds, left too
long without air are very liable to
choke, to shrivel up and die. But
such things, when allowed to take
long and deep breaths every once in
a while, grow larger and take on
added color and new life. Let’s
make it a habit to loosen our mental
collars every day. And since most
of us are girls, let’s pray for the men
that someday they may wake up to
the fact that they are being slowly
choked to death by their real collars,
and that they will discard them en
tirely.' When they do, we may look
for a larger, more brightly colored-
race of Tarzans than we’ve ever seen
before, if the reasoning of this par
ticular air tight mind holds any
water at all. Now, maybe we’d
better all go to the window and
(CONTINUED FROM PAGE ONE)
a nap until you’re thru.
Coo: And that’s what I’ll do, too.
Fry and Sat: You all jes’ rest and
we will fix dis trousseau
So it’ll look qes’ mos’ good as new.
Sat: (Sonny Boy).
Man alive, it’s great ter be back
You kin build a elegant shack.
We will eat clam chowder
Star fish bakin powder
Dis here is God’s Country—Dat’s
a fact—
Fry: Heah, in da south sun I don’t
work none. Honey hang dem
clothes up for me.
Sat: Black chile, what you talkin’
’bout ?
Don’t you pull no walk-out
Or a corpse youse soon gwineter be.
Bill and Coo start throwing arti
cles of clothing out alternately to
tune of Anvil Chorus. On last line,
both pop their heads out and sing:
Please try—To get—Them dry!
Fry: (Pardon My Southern Ac
cent).
Pardon my hasty exit
Pardon my quick withdrawl.
Sat: Now, whar you gwine, suh?
Fry: Never you mind, huh! I’ll be
seein’ you all. EXIT
Sat. chases after him. Goon en
ters; looks at clothes wonderingly;
carries them out. “Alice Blue
Gown” played.
Sat. re-enters, dragging her reluc
tant spouse.
Sat: (Glow Worm).
All yo foolishness, Ah don’t appre
ciate.
Fry: You give me a pain I can’t
locate.
Sat: Shut yo’ mouff, boy, you’re a
disgrace.
Fry: Open yo mouff, gal, so it’ll
hide yo face.
Sat: Come hang de clothes up like
youah supposed to.
Fry: Blow me down, woman, where
has dey gone to?
Oh, my, my, my, lawsey me!
Boss, come from behine dat tree.
Bill pokes head out.
Fry sings: (Marseilles):
Oh, Mistah Bill, you sho is out ob
luck
Yo clothes has took wings and flew
away.
Bill: Oh, great Scott, how could this
have happened?
Are you deaf? Are you dumb?
Can’t you say?
Find them quick, for this trick you
will pay.
I must know what thief took my
trousseau.
Coo: Bill, my dear, what is this news
I hear?
What is wrong?—something dread
ful I fear.
Tell me quick what it is that makes
you frown so.
Bill: They are gone!
Coo: What, my sweet?
Bill: We will not meet defeat. Let’s
go. Let’s go, locate the foe Who
came and stole our trousseau.
Fry: (I never had a chance), I never
had no chance.
Coo: What’s wrong?
FRY: Some sneakin’, good-for-nuth-
iu’ thief has took away his pants.
Bill: Leave everything to me. Go
report the loss of our trousseau.
To the detective agency.
Sat: (I’ll String Along With You).
You need a pair of Handcuffs
A ball and chain would do
But since nothing else will make
you behave
I’ll string along with you.
Exit
Bill: (Everything I Have is Yours)
Everything I had is gone
Is lost to me.
Everything that we possess
What Tragedy!
Coo: I Would gladly lend a sheet to
you
If I had a sheet to spare.
Bill: Listen to me while I give. My
of you for my back is bare
Looks like I must wear green leaves
to cover me.
Coo: Guess that’s what I must agree
to do.
Dress in native clothes like Tarzan
wears
Winter, summer, spring and fall.
Bill: Listen ti me while I give. My
Tarzan call. (Both emerge dressed
in Skins. He yells.)
Jungle police enter carrying magni
fying glasses. Weird music and
tom toms.
Fry: sings (Chant of Jungle).
Meet our detectives
Strong men of de jungle;
Lawful correctives
No job do dey bungle
Dey will git dat thief fo ’ you
Dere ain’t nuthing dey won’t do.
Day’ll find you trousseau.
Now Miss Coo and Mistah Bill.
Don’t worry anymore.
Bill: (Jungle Serenade) Won’t you
tell us what to do. My name’s
Bill and her name’s Coo.
All Cannibals: Booma deedy, booma
deedy, booma deedy, hay-aye-de
hey.
Sat: First dey’11 show you how to
dance.
Fry Den dey ’11 find your trousseau
pants.
All: Booma-deedy, etc—
Cannibals dance and sing. (Bepeat
1st song. At conclusion of dance
all exit looking for trousseau.)
Tune: (Don’t Let Your Love go
Wrong).
Cannonballs: Come on and lets go
mumbo. Come on lets go jumbo
And do the cannibal tromp, oh. And
do the cannibal stomp, oh.
Don’t let the voo-doo get you, Don’t
let the moon upset you.
Come on and let’s go Congo, and
then you can’t go wrongo.
Hey de hay, hey de ho, Skee de
weedey weedey wo
Meeney mee, meeney mo, Einey
Meiney Mo.
Come have some jungle fun, oh, we’ll
show you how it’s done, oh.
Come on and let’s go Congo, and
then you can’t go wrong, oh.
Exit All
Sea Hag and Goon enter talking
Bill E. behind tree.
Hag: (tune. Dark Eyes).
Now Alice dear, there’s a woman
here
And I’m telling you, you must
murder do.
It’s against my will she should have
my Bill.
Go cut her in two and her name is
Coo.
(Coon flaj>s armes and jumps around)
Coo, coo, coo, coo, cut in two, coo
coo.
Hag: (same tune).
Ah epitome, of masculinity
Now you soon shall see where your
bride will be.
When the goon is through, I will
then have you.
She’ll bo cut in two, and her name
is coo. EXIT
Bill: StejJs out from behind bush.
(tune: same).
Alack and alas, what will come to
Coo: .(happily) Mr. Friday, Satur
day, the wedding clothes are found.
In this clothes basket here upon the
ground.
0?0?0?0?0?0?00, O, O, O,
(Goon pushes her in to basket, closes
lid.)
Coo: Same Tune
What treachery is being done I can
not see, Mrs. Saturday, come set
me free!
GALLEY FOUR 4 4
Looka here my melancholy baby,
cuddle up and don’t feel blue
All your fear iss foolish fancy maybe
Pends on what you told that goon to
do
If you told her to be kind and gen
tle.
Then she will be that a way to you
throw up the sash, and take ten deep
breaths, and wish we could breathe
as easily mentally as physically.
My poor little bride causing homi
cide.
I must stop this plot e ’er it goes
too far,
Put hag on the spot; save my little
star.
Fryday and Bill on stage, Tune:
Loveless Love.
Friday:
Now mister Bill, you jest look here.
Dat Hag have done made it quite
clear
Dat she must be in love wiff you
And will make dat goon to kill
Miss Coo.
Bill:
My man I see that this is true
And after I have found my Coo,
I’ll make a rag of that Sea Hag
Just as sure as her name’s Hally
Lu!
EXIT
Enter Coo: (Tune, I’ve been working
on the railroad).
I’ve been walking round this is
land
All the live long day.
I’ve been searching for my trousseau
That I wore on my wedding day.
How am I to look my cutest when in
leaves I have to dress?
don’t want to be a nudist; this
honey-nioon’s a mess.
Enter Goon with clothes basket un
der arm; pulls out veil; dangles
it before eyes of Coo.
Goon: Coo, coo, coo, coo, (Tune: Wa
ters of Minetonka).
Coo: How do you do, and who are
you?
(Sees wedding gown).
(Tune: Valencia).
Coo: My wedding gown! I suppose
that you’re the one who found it
lieing on the ground.
If you’re a clown. I don’t mind be
cause I find that you’ve returned
my wedding gown, (hugs Goon).
I love you, please attend me while I
mend this thing and try to get it
all unwound.
Goon points to basket. Coo leans
down.
Bill Robinson, Hurry Hon, and get
your gun, I’m kidnapped and it is
not fun.
I ’11 suffocate, If someone does not
do something quick to rescue me
t’will be too late.
Goon Exit, flapping wings.
Mrs. Friday enters, basket in cen
ter stage shaking up and down.
(Tune; Somebody Stole My Gal)
I heard somebody call, Ain’t no one
here at all.
Now ain’t that strange, they’ve done
went away
(secs basket, scared to death)
And I think I’m leaving, cause I’m
believing
This place is hanted sho
The devil’s here I know.
I see beside that tree, some wedding
pants all fiill of hants
Ole devil please stay way from me
‘ ‘ Where’s my Asphodote ?
EXIT
Goon jumps about on stage in pants,
jumps off.
Enter Sea Hag: (Tune: Du, du,
liegst mir in Herzen.)
Sea Hag, raising lid to basket, peeps
inside)
Coo, Coo, you’re in my basket
You, hoo. You’re in my power.
That clothes basket’s a casket
This will be your final hour.
Ha, Ha, ha, ha. My little prarie
flower.
Enter Bill and Fryday. (Tune: Hark
the sound of Tarheel Voices).
Bill: Hark the sound of Sea Hags
voice is
Tearing through the air.
There will soon be naught left of
her
But a hank of hair.
Hally Lula, Hag of Hags, Your day
of doom has come
I will fill your mouth with rags
And tie you thumb to thumb.
Hag: from inside basket. Coo has
been rescued. Hag pushed in.
I’m a Sea Hag born, I’m a Sea Hag
bred, and when I die I’ll be a
Sea Hag dead.
Fryday: So it’s rah, rah, Bill Robin
son,
Rah, rah, tlie deed is done,
Rah, rah, the fun’s begun, rah, rah,
rah,
(Sea Hag kicks and screams inside
basket.)
Bill: (Tune Why should Red Riding
Hood.)
Why should my foolish bride, have
got herself inside
A cage with a wooden door?
I’d like to ask it, who closed the
basket?
And why can’t you act your age.
Coo; I don’t see why I should be so
misunderstood
Just listen and I’ll tell you more.
Tune: I saw stars. I saw stars,
I heard some birdies sing.
My head, my head, I thought I was
dead—
Fryday: Tune, (Road to Mandalay).
Missy, don’t be scary now. We have
fooled the old sea cow
Soon the goon will come to chop her
up vnth ax or saw. I low.
Bill: to Fryday: (Tune: True).
True, true are the words you are
saying, I’m playing a joke.
Joke on the sea hag, who thought
about slaying
You alone by very own sweet Coo,
dear.
Coo: Bill, was she in love with you
dear?
Bill: Coo, you are now safe by my
side here, my bride, dear are you.
Fryday: Let us kill Hally Lula
for fear she will again by might
and main get Coo. First degree
murder she will do.
(Exit Bill and Coo singing)
Coo; Tune: (Chinese Honey-Moon).
A peculiar honey moon, We have not
had time to spoon.
Bill: Let us leave this killing busi
ness in the hands of Alice Goon
She .will be returning soon, and just
like ac razy loon
She will pop what’s in the basket
as she would a toy balloon.
Fryday going over to basket. Hag
is making awful noises. Fryday
knocks on top.
Tune: (Melancholy Baby).
But if you told her to chop uplimb
from lim Miss Coo
Why then I speck you will be chop
ped up too.
Hag: softly. Tune (Erl King).
Who speaks to me thus so softly
and kind?
Is it some friend or is it the wind?
Fryday: Miss Hally Hag, you can’t
fool me. I know you’re mean as
you can be. Now here comes yo
Goon with a great big ole knfie,
Wif it she will soon make on end to
yo life.
Friday Hides behind bush. Goon en
ters with knife. Opens basket.
Lights off.
Terrified voice of Hag:
Oh, Alice Blue Goon and can you not
see
That you are disloging my favorite
knee?
Goon: Coo, coo, cut in two, coo coo.
Hag: Oh good goon, my fair Gon
Don’t you understand.
With your carving knife you have
cut off my left hand.
(Slowly)
And now you have ruined my good-
looking head
Good bye to you all. Hall Lula is
dead.
Tom toms heard in distance. Enter
Mrs. Saturday, Fryday, Bill and
Coo.
Tune: (Old Gang of Mine.)
Mrs. Saturday: Can’t you hear those
tom toms beating
Ain’t it sounding mighty fine?
Friday: I sho was glad to agin
Tliat ole gang of mine.
Mrs. IVyday: Pretty soon they will
be eating
Let us be the first in line
When the bugle calls, those cannon
balls
On Hally Lu will dine.
Enter Bill and Coo:
Fryday to Bill:
J’he Sea Hag is dismembered
Everything is going fne
Slie will make a gorgeous supper for
That old gang of mine.
Bill: (Tune: Davidson Song.)
That Alice Goon, she is the best
Ilag-killer in the east or west
She bings a clean knife
j She swings a mean knife
I Aind she ends the sea hag’s life.
And when that little blue sireen
Gets out t fight and looking mean
Then we are happy, for the goon we
scream, rah, rah.
Take these remains of the Sea Hag.
Down them every one
Come black boys don’t let the feast
lag. Till you weigh a ton, rah, rah.
Cannonballs: Sea Hag for supper
Indigestion, Dance round the pot,
then eat um, have um fun.
Bill hands out limbs of Sea Hag from
the pot to tribe as they dance
around
Hands out trousseau from bottom of
basket to Coo. Fryday and Sat
urday join dance. Goon lurks in
background.
Cannonball 1, (Tune: Chant of the
Jungle). Pass me an arm please.
Cannonball 2. L ’11 take the torso.
Cannonball 3. Me for a knee cap.
Coo: Give me my trousseau.
Cannonballs; Have um such a hap
py night. Sea Hag Connonballs
delight.
Hot fire burn bright. Make um Blue
Goon take flight,
excitement rises)
Beat um foot—sing um sweet
Sea Hag meat-
Sea Hag’s dead
We’ve found the trousseau
And we are fed
So let’s end the show!
-yum yum treat
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