WINSTON-SALEM, N. C., SATURDAY, MAY 4, 1935.
MAY DAY PROGRAM
HERALDS: Josephine Gibson and Louise York.
may COURT: Grace Carpenter and Cordelia Lowery; Cornelia Wolfe and Etta Burt Warren; Susan Rawlings and Betty Tuttle;
Jean Robinson and Eleanor Matheson; Margaret Calder and Beverly Little; Phyllis Clapp and Garnelle Raney.
MAID-OF-HONOR: Elois Padrick.
MAY QUEEN: Cortlandt Preston.
PAGES: Josephine Whitehead and Margaret Ward.
“MAY DAY IN OLD ENGLAND”
CAST OF CHARACTERS — PAGEANT
3rd Villager: Nancy Schallert
4th Villager Nancy McNeely
Hobby-Horse: Rachel Carroll
Mummers: Lois Torrence, Mary Louise McClung
Dragon: Louise Preas
St. George: Margaret McLean
Boy: Mary Penn
1st Villager: Gertrude Schwalbe
2nd Villager: Cramer Percival
Jacque: Eloise Sample
Colin: June Morris
Celia: Margaret Sears
Jean: Rebecca Hines
Village May Queen: Helen Jones
Jack-In-The-Green: Martha Neal
VILLAGEIRS: Edna Higgins, Mary Mills, Shirley Livengood, Emma Lou Noell, Bessie Lou Bray, Bonner Whitley, Rose Siewers, Evelyn
Tesh, Anne Nesbit, Virginia Thompson, Hazel Macmahan, Frances Butner, Harriet Taylor, Miriam Sams, Margaret Briggs,
Bertha Hine, Louise Grunert, Janet Stimpson, Dot Blair, Erika Marx, Virginia Lee, Laura Bland.
VILLAGE DANCERS : June Morris, Delle Huggins, Margaret Sears, Eloise Sample, Josephine Ritter, Josephine Reece, Adelaide Trotter,
SHEPHERDESSES: Frances Hill Norris, Edith Rose, Lelia Williams, Mary Woodruff, Martha Coons, Chloe Rawlinson.
CHIMNEY-SWEEPS: Eleanor Stafford, Mary Mathews, Laura Emily Pitts, Martha Schlegel, Grace Parker, Ruth Wolfe.
MAY POLE DANCERS: Martha Binder, Marianna Hooks, Frances Alexander, Katherine Bellamy, Idaliza Dunn, Margaret Stafford,
Blevins Vogler, Elizabeth Torrence, Helen Smith, Ethel Highsmith, Willena Couch, Florence Joyner.
TIME: May 1st — Early Morning.
PLACE: On green of a typical English Village.
The villagers came down the hill
singing “May Day Song” (Country
When they are on the stage they
stop their singing, laugh, and move
1st Villager: This is the first of
May! ’Tis garland Day!
2nd Villager; Sing ho! for the first
3rd Villager: Come trip it, come
4th Villager: Let’s sing it, let’s
5th Villager: Sing ho! for the first
Laughter and talking.
3rd Villager: What lass have the
young ones chosen as Queen?
1st Vilager: ’Tis Sylvia, me-
3rd Villager: Verily, she’g a pret
ty thing! Here they come now.
Tn come several boys and girls
leading in Sylvia, protesting and shy,
crown with flowers, much clapping
whom they seat on a stump and
among the vilagers.
.Taeque: W’ho is Sylvia—W'hat is
she—that all the swains adore herT
Colin: “She is beautiful, there
fore to be woo’d, she is a woman,
therefore to be won!
.Taeque: I’ll woo her then, but I’ll
need help. Cans’t sing a song for
me, Jean, to aid a lovelorn swain?
Villagers shout: “Yea! a song! a
Jean: I’ll try, then. Sings “When
Love is Kind.”
(Sung by Rebecca Ilines)
When she is through, more clap
ping and laug’iing. Jfusic in the dis-.
1st Villager: Methinks I hear
strange echoes of Jean’s song! What
can it be?
2nd Villager: It seems to be com
ing from the meadow-. Can the sheep
be playing a tune, I wonder?
1st Villager: Nay, but the shep
herdesses’ can! ’Tis they, I vow.
2nd Villager: Aye! Here they
come — and merrily.
Shepherdesses’ conic on dancing.
1st Villager: If that’s the way
they keep their sheep, it seems right
marvelous to me all their flock isn’t
2nd Villager: Oh the sheep’ll
come home, if you leave them alone,
dragging their tails behind them!
Jack-in-the-Green: Methinks it
would be hard to be a sheep. It can
1st Villager: Cans’t thou dance,
fool — not being a sheep?
Jack-in-the-Groen: Aye — and
3rd Villager: Put it to the proof,
then — we will judge thee.
2nd Villager: Make the hobby
horse be his dainty partner..
1st Villager: Good! Come forth
hobby-horse, and shake a leg. Aye,
all four legs and thy tail, too!
(Hobby-horse and Jack-in-the-
Green dance). When they are
through, much laughter and talking
1st Villager: WHiere can the lass
ies be who are to bring in the May?
2nd Villager; I know not, but
let us go after them.
All go out but about eight or ton
people. In come three mummers.
Mummer: Fair lords and ladies
woulds’t please you to see the his
tory of St. George and the Dragon?
Shouts of Yea! Verily! (They seat
themselves on the ground).
1st Mummer: Hear ye then! Enter
the dragon. A ]>oetic sort of dragon.
(Note: For this version of the his
toric legend of St. George and the
dragon, the author is indebted to
Kenneth Grahame’s story, “The Re
Dragon: I wander lonely as a
dragon that snorts and stamps o ’or
all the hills—I wish I could write
THE POWER BEHIND
THE MAY QUEEN’S
Elizabeth Jerome —
Chairman May Day Committee.
Gertrude Schwalbe —
Agnes Brown —
Mary Frances Hayworth —
Head Music Committee.
Mary Penn —
Head Nominating Committee
For ifay Court
Josephine Whitehead —
Head Dress Committee.
Josephine Recce and
Delle Huggins —
Heads Tea Room Committee.
Frances Hill Xorris —
Head Dance Committee.
Mrs. Gloria Crouse —
Coach of Dancers.
Grace Carpenter —
Head I'lower Committee.
Mrs. Meinung —
Frances Adams —
He.ids Costume Committee.
Anna Wray Fogle —
Head Property Committee.
Stephanie Newman —
Head Publicity Committee.
Emma D. W'argo —
Head Program Committee.
Mr. Burrage, Mr. Tally —
Mists Essie and Help —
W’'orkers Behind Stage.
Miss Read and
Orchestra Members —
Virginia Fraley —
a poem, but my mind .just isn't work
ing this May morning! I wish I
were Queen of the Afay! 1 don’t sup
pose I ever could be Queen of the
May, but 1 certainly would like to be
just once for fun.
Dragon: Hello, Boy!
Boy; He’s coming! He's coming!
He‘s hero now! You’11 have to do
Dragon: Don't be violent, Boy.
Sit down and try to remember the
noun governs the verb, and tell me
Boy; That’s right—Take it cooly.
The village people have decided you
are an enemy of the human race and
they’ve sent for St. George, and
he’s here, and you have to fight
Dragon: O deary, deary me, this
is too awful. 1 W’on't see him, and
that’s flat. You must tell him to go
away at once. Say he can write if
he likes, but I can't give him an in
Boy: Now dragon, don’t be per
verse and wrongheaded. You’ve got
to fight him some time another you
know, ’cos he’s St. George and
you’re the dragon.
Get it over with, and you can go on
Dragon: Afy dear little man—just
understand—I can’t fight and I
wont fight. I’ve never fought in my
life, and 1 'm not going to begin
now. Can't you persuade St. George
to put the whole thing off? Tell him
I’m working on a new poem.
Boj’: Here comes St. George now!
Dragon be polite, jilease!
(St. George comes strolling in,
chewing a twig).
Boy: If you please, sir.
St. George: Hello, my lad! (sees
dragon). By all the Saints — Away,
boy, away! Let me at this monster!
This specimen of a noxious tribe!
Out of my way! (St. George excited
ly pulls on his helmet and prei>are.»
Boy: Please, St. George, he’»not
a i\oxioux tribe! IFo’s a good drag
on, and he doesn’t like to fight.
(Boy meanwhile is making a des
perate effort to restrain St. George.
Dragon has retreated behind a tree,
and i)eeps out cautiously).
St. George; Como forth, scourge
of mankind! Come forth and fight!
Boy: Now, listen, St. George —
there's no use frying to persuade the
dragon He wont light and that’s
Dragon: (Comes forward a little,
but still out of reach), “The whole
thing’s nonsense, and convention
ality. .lust because I’lit the dragon
I have to be exterminated. There’s
absolutely nothing to fight about,
and I wont.
St. George: But they are coming
to see nie kill you! Think what a
predicament I’m in. Besides, it
would be a very picturesque place
for !i fight.
Boy: There must be some sort of
fight, because the village people ex
pect it. Can’t you pretend to kill
St. George: It might be arranged.
Would it hurt if I speared you here?
Sticks sword at dragon who junii>s
Dragon; I’m ticklish there, but
under my neck is a good place. If
you’re sure you can hit it right?
St. George; Of course, I can —
and when it’s over, I'll lead you off
and pretend to convert you. Now
I’d better go off and return with the
people to challenge you. (he goes
off and dragon retires).
In a minute St. George returns on
a horse, people follow, singing “Sir
(CONTINUED ON PACE TWO)