Play by Neal A. Prince, Houston Little Theatre

Scene. An Adjutant’s office in a military headquarters. Morning, a week from now. On the downstage left is a single door with the sign, Commanding Officer Knock before You Enter, painted in large, black letters (except for the “C” and “O” of “Commanding Officer” which are red). A bare light bulb protrudes from the head of the door and is used as a signal from the room beyond. This door is the only break in a boundless filing cabinet reaching from the floor high into the air and extending downward diagonally across the stage in sharp perspective as far as the eye can see. Above the Is a dark-blue, unobstructed space. There is a wooden ladder leaning against the filing cabinet and serving as access to the uppermost drawers. The office is “Government Issue” but, somehow, not of any known government.

At Rise. ROBERT ANDERSON, a Corporal, is near the top of the ladder with his back to the audience and efficiently handling the intricacies of the filing system. He is twenty-two and a likeable, small-town boy. LIEUTENANT McCLELLAND, the Adjutant, is seated at his desk and has decided to start the day right by finishing all the back work. SERGEANT KENDIG, the First Sergeant, has been inspired by his superior’s activity and is at his desk reading a letter plodding its way through channels. PFC. Peters, Pete, is wandering helplessly up and down the filing cabinet looking for the correct drawer in which to file one large, yellow card he carries. He finally gives up the search and rather timidly approaches the Sergeant.

Pete:

Where would I find a name like Dan - -

(He looks on the yellow card.)

Dane-e Dan-e-vang Quick-set-te?

Sergeant:

What was that again?

Pete Dan-e-vang Quick-set-te

Sergeant:

How do you spell it? With a “K” or a “Q”?

Prologue Pete:

with a “Q”.

Sergeant:

I imagine you would look in the “Q’s.”

Pete:
Thanks, Sergeant

Sergeant:

I don’t see why we have to put up with duds like him, Lieutenant. That’s the hundredth time this morning he’s cried for help, and it’s not even eight-thirty.

Lieutenant:

You forget—there’s always a higher headquarters. Don’t take it so hard, Kendig. We get good ones along with the bad ones.

Sergeant:

Thank God for Anderson.

(He motions toward Robert who doesn’t hear them.) He’s the best one we’ve had for a thousand years. At least he knows all the names and where the files are.

Lieutenant:

Learned them quick, too.

Sergeant:

Eager Beaver.

(They resume reading. Pete discovers the “Q’s” triumphantly and begins a new search with the next yellow card.)

Sergeant:

(indicating letter he is reading)

Now what in hell are we supposed to do about this?

Lieutenant:

What is it?

Sergeant:

A request for transfer.

Lieutenant:

Who from?

Sergeant Rogers:

He wants to get out of this headquarters and go to a line outfit!

Some guys don’t know when they’ve got it made.

Prologue Sergeant:

When?

Lieutenant:

Every damn day!

You know how the Old Man is about that!

(He glances nervously toward the C. O.’s door.)

Sergeant:

Rogers doesn’t complain about the chow.

Lieutenant:

Too much Brass around?

Sergeant:

Nope.

It seems he just don’t like paper work.

Lieutenant:

Well damn it, I can’t do anything!

You know the Old Man insists we keep a complete file on the ones down there, and our T/O isn’t big enough to take of the ones up here.

I need more men instead of letting what I’ve got get away!

Sergeant:

Take it easy.

What am I supposed to do with this request—eat it or stuff it?

You’re the Adjutant, the glorified postmaster—

Lieutenant:

Hell, I don’t know what to do with it!

I’ve got no control over transfers.

If I did, I’d got myself a cushy job centuries ago.

The Big Boys take care of things like that.

Buck it up to Higher Headquarters—

(realizing his rank)

and don’t get so smart around here, Sergeant.

Sergeant:

Aw can it, Lieutenant.

Lieutenant:

How long you been here, Sergeant!

Sergeant:

Long enough, Lieutenant. As long as you have.

Lieutenant:

You haven’t been dead that long.

Use your head.

How do you figure I got a commission?

Sergeant:

Kissing Brass!

Lieutenant:

I died before you even knew what a war was!

Did you ever hear of Thermopylae?

Prologue Sergeant:

With all the bull you throw around here, I couldn’t miss it.

Lieutenant:

Don’t you believe it?

Sergeant:

Who says?

Lieutenant:

Look on my Form 20!

Sergeant:

Look up your own file!

(Pete has again been unsuccessful in his search. Oblivious of the ensuing fireworks, he approaches the Sergeant.)

Pete:

Where would I find Harold Czi–cho–Czichossalem?

Sergeant:

(explosively)

What!

Pete:

Harold Czichossalem or Czichossalem–whatever it is.

You needn’t shout at me.

I always get names like that.

Sergeant:

How do you spell it?

With “C”, “Z”, or “S”?

Peter:

C–Z–I–C–

Sergeant:

Look in the “C’s”!!

(Pete walks a few feet away but returns.)

Pete:

(brightly)]

But I already looked in “C’s”.

(The Lieutenant begins to laugh.)

Sergeant:

What the hell is so funny?

(In spite of himself, he laughs with the Lieutenant. They roar together and become friends again. He speaks to Pete.)

For God’s sake!

Is he alive or dead?

Prologue Pete:

(looking at the card)

He’s dead.

Sergeant:

Which war?

Pete:

(Looking at the card again.)

The last one.

Sergeant:

Did someone down there think about him?

Pete:

Yes, Sergeant.

Sergeant:

And the information goes in his 201 file?

Pete:

Yes, Sergeant.

Sergeant:

Ask Corporal Anderson. He knows the name of every soldier that died in that war and where to find his file.

Lieutenant:

When did that war end?

Was it before or after we changed uniforms

Sergeant:

I can’t keep track of the wars down there.

Ask Anderson—he knows.

Lieutenant:

(he calls)

Corporal Anderson.

Robert:

(He urns his head but remains on the ladder.)

Yes Sir?

Lieutenant:

When did the last war end?

Sergeant:

(to Robert)

The one that caught you.

Prologue Robert:

It didn’t exactly catch me.

I caught it.

Sergeant:

(remembering)

That’s right.

Your platoon moved out, and the enemy moved in.

Lieutenant:

Another slight error from a ninety–day Shavetail?

Robert:

No Sir.

It was my fault.

I slept too late.

Lieutenant:

Too bad you didn’t have the bugler we’ve got up here.

Robert:

Wouldn’t have done any goo—when I sleep, I sleep.

Lieutenant:

Anyway, when did that war end?

Robert:

Sir, some people down there think it hasn’t ended.

Lieutenant:

Hasn’t it?

Sergeant:

Sure. There’s always a few wise guys.

Robert:

They may be right.

Lieutenant:

You’ll get over it, Anderson, as soon as you finish your basic training.

You’ve got the Righteous Runs.

Robert:

I think someone ought to go down there and tell them the answer.

Sergeant:

You’ll get over it.

I remember when I first got up here.

It was on a Friday—or maybe it was a Saturday.

How does that go?

Monday, Tuesday–I forget.

We should have days up here.

Prologue Lieutenant:

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thurs—

(A Corporal rushes onstage from right. He is obviously excited and out of breath)

Corporal:

Sarge!

Sarge!

It’s happened!

This is it!

Sergeant:

What’s the matter?

Corporal:

Get the lead out, Sarge!

We’ve got to do something pronto.

You never saw so many people!

Sergeant:

People?

Where?

What are you shouting about?

Corporal:

People!!

Thousands of ‘em.

Millions of ‘em.

Right out–side.

All dead and screaming for assignment.

Sergeant:

Are they soldiers?

Corporal:

Some are—some aren’t.

Sergeant:

(waving him out)

We only take care of soldiers at this office.

Corporal:

But there’re too many to make any difference.

It don’t make any difference whether they’re soldiers or civilians when you got that many.

Sergeant:

(Going into action)

Get Rogers.

Tell him to forget that transfer.

Start the preliminaries.

I’ll call as soon as our orders get here.

Corporal:

(As he exits)

Okay, Sarge.

God Almighty!

You never saw so many people!

Sergeant:

(to Lieutenant)

Must be big this time.

And no warning—no warning at all.

Prologue Lieutenant:

(moving downstage)

We’ll know in a minute.

Sergeant:

Those scientists must be getting closer to it.

Lieutenant:

(shouting to offstage)

Turn on the cosmo—magnifier.

Direct the radatronic beam.

See if you can pick up a news broadcast.

(to Sergeant)

We should keep up with current events down there.

Sergeant:

We get Orientation Class once a week.

That’s enough for me.

(Robert comes down the ladder. All move downstage until they look directly over the heads of the audience.)

Sergeant:

(pointing)

That must be the area.

Look at that smoke!

Lieutenant:

(directing the offstage operators)

Give it a turn to the right.

It’s a little blurry.

(to Sergeant)

They’ll never learn how to work those machines.

(to offstage)

That’s better.

Hold it.

Hold it!

Right there.

(The breathless voice of a News Commentator booms forth suddenly)

News Commentator’s Voice All lines of communication are blacked out over the entire area, and it is impossible to report accurately the extent of damage. The exact nature of the blast is not known, but as far as we can make out from there reports coming in from out correspondent, San Francisco and the surrounding area was demolished. There was no warning or indication of foreign aircraft. Our Washington correspondent says that no official declaration of was has been received by our government. A general panic has broken out here in Los Angeles, but every possible aid is being rushed to the stricken area... Here’s a flash just received! San Francisco is no more. The city has been completely destroyed! That’s all there is for now. Stay tuned to this station for further details. We will interrupt all broadcasts to bring you the latest reports.

(A cheery Singing Commercial Trio breaks in singing.)

Prologue Trio “Whito Soap! Whito Soap! Lots more suds with Whito–“

Lieutenant:

Cut that off!

Sergeant:

(gleefully)

They’re at it again.

By God, they’re at it again!

Robert:

(horrified by the sudden thought)

I wonder if they hit Texas?

Sergeant:

Texas!

By God I hope so—I hope they get rid of that place once and for all!

Robert:

I’ve got to get down there.

Lieutenant:

What for?

Robert:

I’ve got a wife down there.

I’ve got a sister and my mother and my father!

Sergeant:

In Texas?

Don’t worry.

They’ll be all right—nobody in their right mind would touch the place.

We’ve got work to do here.

Lieutenant:

Hey, Anderson.

(he points.)

There’s Texas.

It hasn’t been hit yet.

Robert:

What do you mean yet!

I’ve got to go down there.

I can tell them what causes all this.

I can tell them what causes all the trouble down there.

I know the Answer.

We all know the answer!

Sergeant:

That’s only the first part of Basic Training.

Lieutenant:

You’ll get over it.

Robert:

Is that all I’m suppose to do–get over it!

Lieutenant:

It’s the easiest way.

Prologue Robert:

I don’t care how hard it is.

They’re my own family.

Just give me a twenty–four hour pass, Sir.

Just twenty–four hours.

Sergeant:

What could you do?

Robert:

This war is another wrong answer to the big problem.

You know that.

And it’s not just wars they should worry about.

I can tell them the answer.

(The light bulb above the Commanding Officer’s door begins to flash on and off. Pete is the only one to notice it.)

Sergeant:

Now, wait a minute, Anderson.

You know better than that!

Pete:

Sir – -

Lieutenant:

Maybe when this war is over and everything quiets down.

Pete:

Sir – -

Robert:

That may be too late.

Pete:

Sir – -

Lieutenant:

(To Pete)

What is it?

What do you want?

Pete:

I think the Old Man—I think the C.O.—

Lieutenant:

(He sees the light)

Cripes!

Why didn’t you tell me!

(He runs into the C.O.’s office.)

News Commentator’s Voice:

It is estimated that the property damage will run into billions of dollars. The Golden Gate Bridge alone cost thirty–five million. The Red Cross is preparing to enter the area as soon as their chief coordinator is located and the tests for radio activity completed. Out standing Army is being rushed to boundary stations. There is no official statement regarding the probable target for the next attack. Military experts remain silent on the nature of the weapon.

Prologue Lieutenant:

(Reentering)

I though I said cut that thing off!

Sergeant!

Sergeant:

Yes Sir?

Lieutenant:

You come with me.

We’re going to Battalion A and get an auxiliary screening post set up.

As soon as that’s finished we go to Battalion B and arrange temporary quarters. We’ll have to work all night in the field, so take rations.

Sergeant:

Got that, Anderson

Robert:

Sure- - but, Lieutenant, I’ve got to tell my family the Answer.

Lieutenant:

Put in an application.

I’ll see about it later.

(The Sergeant and Lieutenant exits)

Pete:

Well, that’s that.

Robert:

I know where he keeps the blank passes.

Pete:

What are you going to do?

Robert:

I’m gong to fill out my own pass.

Pete:

You can’t do that!

Robert:

(As he writes out the Pass)

Not so much.

Pete:

Anyway, if you go back now, it won’t do any good.

No one will listen to you with so much excitement going on.

Prologue Robert:

Do I look stupid?

I’m not going back now.

I’m filling out this pass for a long time ago.

(He talks as he writes)

May 12, a long time ago.

(He reconsiders.)

Not so long at that.

(He erases and rewrites.)

May 12, a short time ago.

Pete:

Why May?

Robert:

That’s just before I got killed.

I’d scare the hell out of them if I showed up after that.

Pete:

I thought you were killed in February.

Robert:

Hell, I don’t know.

I can remember everybody’s date but my own.

Pete:

They wouldn’t know for ninety days anyway.

Robert:

That should cover it.

I’m in a hurry.

It will have to be May 12.

Pete:

Why the twelfth?

Robert:

My family though about me of May the twelfth- -it’s in my file. Don’t worry - Special Service does the rest.

Pete:

What about the gate.

Robert:

Those M.P.’s at the gate never read the passes- -they just look at the color.

Pete:

When will you be back?

It will be terrible if you’re late.

Robert:

(As he searches for his cap)

I’ll be back at eight-thirty.

Lt. McClelland might get back early.

Robert:

Can’t make it before then- -there’s something I don’t want to miss.

Prologue Pete:

What?

Robert:

At eight o’clock I start eating country sausage and fresh eggs- -sunny side up! Have you seen my cap?

Pete:

Can’t you eat early?

Robert:

At my house breakfast is always at eight.

Pete:

Don’t sleep too late.

Robert:

(He locates his cap.)

Here it is. I tell you- -don’t worry.

They won’t even miss me.

Pete:

Well, good luck.

Robert:

(as he exits)

Thanks. So long- -keep your fingers crossed.

Pete:

Holy gee! What am I supposed to do!

CURTAIN [on Act I, Scene I]

ACT I (Scene II)

(Radio Voices, steeped in emotion and dripping with pathos, can be distinctly heard before the curtains open.)

Woman’s Voice:

But, Roger- -think of the children.

For their sake aren’t you willing to forgive and forget!

Man’s Voice:

Ha! How can I forget that I actually saw you with that man!

Woman’s Voice:

Roger, you misunderstand.

He means nothing to me.

He is the foreman at the aircraft manufacturing plant that you fly, Roger!

Man’s Voice:

Oh, Irene!

Forgive me!

How could I be so stupid?

The war has made me see things in a false light.

I’ll be normal again- -as soon as it is all over!

(THE CURTAINS BEGIN TO OPEN SLOWLY)

Scene. Living room at the Anderson’s. Saturday morning during breakfast, May 12, a short time ago. The Anderson’s have a comfortable home in a small Texas town. Their concession to the modern trend of Architecture was to remove the partition separating the dining room and living room and create a larger “living room”. The stairway is on the left and a fireplace with a gas heater on the right. The entrance hall allows a view of the front door. There is a couch with a Chintz cover, occasional chairs, and tables littered with the usual collection of small-town objects d’art. A large radio-phonograph of ancient vintage is prominent, and an oversized clock is on the center wall. At rise. Sarah Anderson, Robert’s mother, is at the dining table reading THE DAILY SUN, the local newspaper owned by her husband. James Bryant Anderson (J.B.), Robert’s father, is seated at the head of the table trying to finish his copy of the paper and breakfast at the same time. Catherine Anderson, Robert’s wife, has carried her coffee to the radio and sits in front of it so as not to miss a word. She is twenty-one and the town’s most beautiful product. Her handbag is ever-present to replenish the colors nature overlooked.

(The radio voices continue their version of life’s problems in soap and drama.)

Woman’s Voice:

Of course you will, Roger, dear.

And now that Little Roger is so sick, we must work together to make him well and strong again!

Man’s Voice:

But I fell so useless, Irene.

What good is the money we have now!

Woman’s Voice:

I hate to tell you, but I must- -Judge Higgins was here today!

Man’s Voice:

He was! What did he want!

CURTAIN [on Act I, Scene II]

ACT I (Scene III)

Woman’s Voice:

Promise not to be upset- -he said that- -

(The “Opera” is interrupted by the Station Announcer.)

Station Announcer:

We interrupt this broadcast to bring you a special news bulletin!

Catherine:

Oh cuss!

There’s a news broadcast every fifteen minutes.

Why couldn’t they wait!

Station Announcer:

This is a special bulletin just received in our news room.

In a special announcement made today, it was revealed that during the past few days the Navy has shot down one hundred and twenty–five planes near an unidentified island in the Pacific.

Commercial Announcer:

(Understandingly)

Ladies- -do you feel blue on Blue Monday?

Catherine:

(She snaps off the radio.)

Darn!

That’s the second time this morning I’ve missed the ending.

What do I care about the Navy anyway- -Bob’s an Army man.

And why don’t they ever say which island?

Bob may have been on that one.

They let you know right away, don’t they?

(She has to speak louder to interrupt Sarah’s reading.)

Don’t they? Sarah

(Looking up)

I believe you have to wait ninety days before you find out.

(to J.B.)

Don’t they wait ninety days before they send you a telegram?

(He doesn’t hear)

James!

J. B.:

What?

What did you say?

Sarah:

Don’t you have to wait ninety days before they send you a telegram telling what’s happened to our boys over there?

J. B.:

Yes, that’s right.

Don’t let me forget the notes for my speech at the Rotary Club.

(He resumes reading.)

Sarah:

They’re on the hall table.

J. B.:

I’ve got to take them with me.

Catherine:

But that’s only if they’re dead.

Sarah:

Now we mustn’t allow ourselves to think about that.

Anyway, you’d be the first to know, Catherine.

They let the wives know first, you know.

(a little begrudgingly)

Wives come before the mothers.

J. B.:

(calling to offstage)

Elizabeth.

I need more toast.

I’ve got all these preserves left on my plate.

Willful waste makes woeful want.

Elizabeth:

(answering from the kitchen)

Doing the best I can, Dad.

Hold your horses a minute.

J. B.:

I’ve got to get down to the paper.

You know the old saying- - -a man’s work is never done.

Elizabeth:

(She enters bringing the toast.)

I believe the saying is about a woman.

(Elizabeth Anderson (Liz), Robert’s sister would be classified as intelligent, although she is certainly not unattractive. She is Twenty-one.)

Catherine:

(She leaves the radio, picks up a plate, and walks toward the kitchen.)

I’ll do my share with the dishes, Liz.

Liz:

I’ll do them- -might as well. There’s nothing else on my calendar.

Catherine:

Well, that’s your fault.

(Liz stiffens slightly)

Now, Liz- -I didn’t mean anything by that.

Cheer up a little.

You haven’t been this moody in days.

Sarah:

Listen to this.

(She reads from The Daily Sun.)

“The Church Bazaar this evening promises to be a gala affair. Reverend Brown reports that the various committees have done a splendid job. The Decorations Committee has- -“such and such and such and such- -“The Refreshment Committee has- -“such and such and such and such-

(proudly)

“The General Director, Mrs. James Bryant Anderson- -

Liz:

Hurrah for Mother.

(Catherine goes to the kitchen.)

Sarah:

“- -has done a splendid job. Mrs. Anderson, with the cooperation of her husband, the owner of our own and only newspaper, The Daily Sun, has promised to make tonight’s Bazaar the most successful ever sponsored by the Third Avenue Baptist Missionary Society.”

(To J. B.)

I believe Mrs. Bendix is the best Society Editor you’ve ever had, James.

She even gets all the names spelled right.

Liz:

Weren’t you supposed to go to the church early this morning?

Sarah:

I’ve swallowed my breakfast whole.

(She raises and looks at the clock.)

Goodness- -here it is almost nine o’clock, and there is so much to do, too.

(She scrapes a soiled plate.)

I hate to leave you with all these dirty dishes.

Liz:

I don’t mind.

Sarah:

We just can’t get any help nowadays.

Liz:

You’ve got a new one coming tomorrow.

Sarah:

But she probably won’t be any good.

Catherine will help you

Catherine:

(from the kitchen)

What?

Sarah:

Help Elizabeth with the dishes.

Catherine:

Sure. I always do.

Sarah:

And don’t forget to bring the extra cups when you come down.

(Catherine enters.)

Who are you going with?

Catherine:

Jane.

Sarah:

How does she manage to get all that gasoline?

Catherine:

Jim Hawkins gets it for her.

Sarah:

I’m certainly thankful we know someone down there that understands the civilian problems.

Catherine:

(as she returns from the kitchen)

I wouldn’t say Jane’s got any problems.

(The telephone rings.)

Sarah:

Now who in the world could that-

(She answers the phone.)

Hello?- -Oh hello, Emily. How are you?- -You have? That’s too bad.-

(Suddenly)

You are coming to the Bazaar tonight?- -You’re not!

Then who in the world is going to conduct the Bible Quiz?

I can’t do that too.

I have too much else to do.- -Of course I’m sorry you’re ill, Emily.

I haven’t been feeling well myself.

I have a little cold, too, and it all comes on top of the same old headaches.- -Yes.- -Have you got questions made out?

For the quiz, that is?- -Well good.

I’ll pick them up when I’m down there this morning.- -I’ll try to get someone else, but you have always done it.- -I’ll see what I can do.

Goodbye.- I hope you feel better.

Goodbye.

(She hangs up.)

(Catherine reenters)

(Sarah is martyred)

Emily MacDonald is sick and won’t conduct the Bible Quiz. I have to find someone else.

It’s always left up to me.

(She surveys the room for a prospect and picks Catherine)

Catherine:

I can’t do it!

I need a new permanent.

Sarah:

It hasn’t been six months yet.

Catherine:

Why not Liz?

Liz:

Not me!

Sarah:

I can’t have my blood family doing everything.

It wouldn’t look right.

Catherine:

I’m your daughter-in-law.

Sarah:

That’s different.

Catherine:

It is not!

J. B.

(He is suddenly infuriated by something in his newspaper.)

Well, I’ll be damned!

Sarah:

James- -your language.

J. B.

I’ll be God damned!

Sarah:

James!

The Lord’s name.

Catherine:

What is it!

J. B.

Sabotage!

That’s what it is!

Why that- -I’ll fire him so quick it’ll make his head swim!

Sarah:

Who, James?

J. B.

That fool editor of mine.

Sam Carter, that’s who!

Liz:

What did Sam do now?

J. B.

What did he do?

He’s printed an open letter to the public from J. W. McKinney- -that’s what. In my paper!

Catherine:

What kind of letter?

J. B.

A letter denouncing the Cosmetics factory.

(He refers sarcastically to the open letter.)

J. W. McKinney says a factory of this nature would be a menace to the town.

He says we should put up money for them to go ahead with chemical research they’re doing now.

(threateningly)

I’ll fix it so Sam Carter never gets another newspaper job as long as he lives.

Liz:

Calm down, Dad.

You don’t plan to reconvert until the War is over.

J. B.

That’s just it.

You’ve got to get things rolling now.

War will be over soon.

Liz:

I imagine Bob would like to know that.

I thought about him when I first woke up this morning.

J. B.

Anyone that won’t read his own father’s newspaper probably wouldn’t be interested.

Sarah:

I wish you would try to understand Robert, James.

He wants to be a writer- -you could help him.

J. B.

I tell you he doesn’t ever read my newspaper.

Liz:

Yes he does.

He just doesn’t tell you about it.

You criticize his opinions too much.

J. B.

He’s too young to have opinions.

Sarah:

No he’s not.

He’s a year- -no two years- -past being a man.

Catherine:

A married one at that.

J. B.

(to Catherine)

You were both too young.

Sarah:

Robert is just like Liz.

They read a lot when they were children.

Catherine:

He still does.

Sarah:

Liz is a librarian.

Remember, James?

They were like peas in a pod- -always thinking and doing things together.

Catherine:

You mean until I shelled him out.

(She is pleased with her joke.)

Sarah:

No, I mean until the War.

Now, Robert is a soldier and Liz is-

Liz:

Brokenhearted.

Sarah:

Elizabeth, dear, I didn’t mean to remind you.

(Robert enters unnoticed.)

Catherine:

If Dad is right the War will be over soon.

J. B.

I’m right, all right.

Right as shootin’.

Robert:

(He speaks very casually for a surprise effect.)

How soon do you think it will be over, Dad?

Catherine:

Bob!

Bob!

(She flings her arms around him and kisses him.)

(Liz and J. B. follow Catherine, but Sarah can’t move.)

Sarah:

(gasping)

I think I’m going to faint.

(She reels.)

J. B.:

(too far away.)

Grab Mother, somebody!

(Robert breaks from Catherine and makes the rescue. The other joins him.)

Liz:

I’ll get some water.

(She exits to the kitchen.)

Robert:

(Leading Sarah to a chair.)

Give her some air.

J. B.:

(slapping her waists)

Sarah!

Sarah!

Sarah (weakly)

I’ll be all right.

(She sits down.)

(Liz reenters with a glass of water.)

Catherine:

(to Liz)

She didn’t faint.

Sarah:

It was just such a shock.

Robert, Robert!

Let me look at you.

Thank the Lord you’re safe.

J. B.:

(to Sarah)

Are you all right?

Sarah:

Yes, yes.

Just look who’s here.

Liz:

Yes, look!

J. B.:

When did you get in, son?

Liz:

I can’t believe it- -here I was thinking about you and in you walk!

Catherine:

Why didn’t you let us know you were coming, darling?

Sarah:

I’ve never been-

J. B.:

Why in the- -

Liz:

what did you- One at a time. Hello, Mother

Robert:

(laughing)

(to Sarah)

(He kisses her.)

Gee, it’s good to you.

Sarah:

I’ve been worried myself sick about you, Robert.

(She begins to sniff.)

It’ been over two years.

Robert:

Don’t cry. It seems like a dozen more.

(to J. B.)

Hello, J. B. How’s my old man?

(They shake hands.)

J. B.:

Can’t complain.

How have things been going with you over there?

Robert:

Over where?

J. B.:

In the Pacific.

Robert:

Gee!

It seems a million miles from here.

Liz:

It is.

Have you got kiss for little sister?

Robert:

I sure have.

(He kisses her.)

How’s the librarian job going?

Have you read all the books in there yet?

Liz:

Not quite.

I stopped at the “J’s.”

Robert:

Why?

Catherine:

(Interrupting)

Let’s all sit down so you can tell us about it.

Have you been in the thick of it much?

You should hear the tales that Jane’s husband writes.

Sarah:

Have you been getting enough to eat?

You look thin.

I’ve been sending you a little package every time I could find something I thought you would like.

But I mail the way it is -

J. B.:

How much longer do you think the enemy can last, son?

I’d be glad to put something you say into The Daily Sun- -nothing like it to boost circulation.

Robert:

You mean you’d print my stuff?

Catherine:

Where are your clothes, Bob?

Robert:

I- -I’ve got them on me.

(He laughs.)

Liz:

How did you get here?

Robert:

What?

Catherine:

Why didn’t you let us know you were coming?

Liz:

Did you fly?

Robert Yes!

Yes, I flew down- -over.

(He laughs nervously.)

It really was a quick trip.

Catherine:

But surely you could have called when you first landed.

I look awful!

Liz:

Wouldn’t they let you call us?

Robert:

No.

You see- -it was a military secret.

Sarah:

If it’s a military secret, we certainly don’t want you to tell us anything about it.

A loose lip will sink a ship.

Robert:

That’s right, Mother.

Liz:

You’re home.

That’s all that matters.

Catherine:

(She wishes she had said that.)

That’s right, Bob, darling.

Sarah:

Is your whole visit a military secret?

Robert:

Sort of- -I hope it’s a secret.

I just got a short leave to come and tell all you something.

Catherine:

Let me tell you something first.

Buddy got a three day pass, and Mary got pregnant.

Sarah:

I bet you haven’t eaten breakfast.

I managed enough sugar to put up a few preserves.

Robert:

Any sausages?

Sarah:

NO, but I can get some at Mr. Hodge’s.

Robert:

Good.

(To J. B.)

This time I want to tell something you’ll think is important.

I’ve got a real statement to make.

Sarah:

After you’ve had some breakfast.

J. B.:

This statement of your- -can it go in the paper?

We need some first hand information.

Robert:

It night not be a bad idea at that.

How big a circulation has The Daily Sun got now?

J. B.:

You’re sure what you got to say won’t get me in trouble with the government?

Robert:

They won’t care- -it’s not exactly War News.

J. B.:

Oh.

Robert:

It would be more like an editorial.

J. B.:

(rising abruptly)

Damn it.

I almost forgot.

Sarah:

James. Your language.

J. B.:

(He fumbles for his watch.)

What time is it?

Liz:

(She looks at the clock on the wall.)

I think the clock has stopped.

Robert:

(concerned)

Get it set right.

I’ve got to keep track of the time.

Liz:

What’s the time, Dad?

J. B.:

(He consults his watch)

Exactly five minutes past nine.

(Liz adjusts the clock.)

Robert:

I’ve been late once too often.

J. B.:

That fool Sam Carter is probably writing tomorrow’s editorial right now.

Catherine:

(explaining to Robert)

Sam’s in the doghouse again.

Robert:

What did he do?

J. B.:

He ran a half-page open letter from J. W. McKinney.

Robert:

(He laughs.)

You and J. W. Still got your claws sharpened.

What’s it about this time?

J. B.:

It’s not anything to laugh about.

(He moves toward the telephone.)

I’d better call down there and stop Carter before he nominates McKinney for Mayor or something.

Robert:

Afraid he’d be elected?

J. B.:

Not as long as I print the only newspaper in town!

(on the phone)

Operator?- -Damn that operator!-

(the operator heard him.)

Just shut up and give me 2021.

Liz:

(moving towards kitchen)

I’ll get that breakfast.

Sarah:

(without moving)

Oh yes, your breakfast.

(Liz exits)

Robert:

Gee, it’s good to be home.

Almost makes you forget everything.

J. B.:

(on the phone)

Get me Sam Carter- -Carter this is J. B.

Have you gone crazy?

You know what I mean- -I’m talking about that open letter.-

Sarah:

My boy home again!

You are thin, Robert.

I hope you haven’t been worrying to much.

Robert:

About what?

Sarah:

About things- -about the things soldiers worry about.

Robert:

I’m all right.

How have you been?

Sarah:

Tolerable.

I’ve got a wisdom tooth that’s got to come out.

I have one headache after another.

And there’s so much-

J. B.:

Just a minute.

(to the others)

Please.

I can’t understand a word he’s saying.

(to Sam)

Now- -what was that about a paid advertisement?

Catherine:

You want to be careful and not become a neurotic.

Robert:

I don’t think I will.

Catherine:

Beth’s husband is full of bugs- -but I don’t think the War is responsible.

Robert:

How’s that mother?

Catherine:

What do you mean by that?

Robert:

Nothing- -just how’s your mother?

Catherine:

She’s visiting Aunt Deanie.

Sarah:

Just think about home and me- -and Catherine of course- -and the Lord will take care of you.

J. B.:

(disgusted)

Never mind, Carter.

I can’t hear you.

I’ll come down there in a minute.

(He hangs up.)

I hate to run off like this, son, but you know how it is trying to run a newspaper. I’ll be back as soon as possible.

Robert:

I want you to hear what I came to tell you.

J. B.:

Get it down in black and white.

I’ll be back.

Robert:

What do you have to go for?

J. B.:

There’s a little trouble.

I’ll be back as soon as I get it ironed out.

Robert:

It looks like you could stay home the day I get back from overseas.

J. B.:

I said I would right back.

Robert:

You don’t have to go in the first place.

J. B.:

Son, you just don’t know hard it is to make a dollar!

Sarah:

If you two start fussing again the minute you get together, you’re going to give me a sick headache.

Robert:

I’m sorry, Dad.

J. B.:

That’s all right, son.

Robert:

(He laughs.)

Seems like old times.

Sarah:

Be home by six o’clock, James.

We’re going to eat at the church.

I have to be there on time- -General Director, you know.

J. B.:

I will.

(He kisses Sarah perfunctorily)

We’ll have to have a real long talk when I get this mess straightened up, son. Write your statement down.

Robert:

Okay, Dad.

J. B.:

(as he exits)

Try to remember some first hand information.

Sarah:

(apologizing for J. B.)

He’s worried about converting the chemical plant.

Robert:

(changing the subject)

What’s the church raising money for this time, Mother?

Sarah:

(surprised at herself)

I don’t know exactly. I believe it’s for some sort of overseas relief.

Robert:

Aren’t you the General Director?

Sarah:

Yes, but I never was any good at geography.

Robert:

Say- -what I came to tell you would be a good thing for missionaries to teach.

Sarah:

Maybe I could get you an appointment with Reverend Brown.

He’s awfully busy.

Our Baptist church has a post-war building program, and he’s like a chicken with its head cut off.

Catherine:

(to Robert)

Sounds like what you’d call “red tape.”

Sarah:

There’s always something.

(She sniffs.)

And if it’s not one thing- -it’s a bad cold!

If all those doctors the Army hires to figure out something for the common cold, we’d all be a lot better off.

I bet they do before it’s over.

They make a lot of discoveries when they have to- -that’s one good thing a war does.

Robert:

The trouble is- -there’s always another war.

Only it’s not just wars that I want to tell you about.

I know what causes all the trouble.

You see, all the time we pretend that everything we do is for the good of mankind-

Sarah:

I wouldn’t say I’m pretending that I’ve got a bad cold.

Robert:

I didn’t mean it that way, Mother.

(Liz enters with a breakfast tray.)

Liz:

Here’s that breakfast.

Shall I blow a chow call?

Robert:

No, just throw it at me- -I’m more used to that.

(Liz puts the tray down, and Robert inhales with admiration.)

Gee, it’s good to be home.

Catherine:

Now that you’re here- -what’s the first thing you would like to do?

Robert:

Well, I-

Sarah:

Robert, I think while you’re- -eating, I’ll run down to the church a minute and get things organized so they won’t need me.

I’ll stop by Mr. Hodges and get some country sausage.

Robert:

Yes. That will be swell.

Sarah:

A man’s place is with his wife- -a wise Mother will stay in the background and never interfere.

Reverend Brown says-

Liz:

You’re late already, Mother.

Sarah:

You’re right.

I guess I’d better be going while the going.

I’ve got to find someone to conduct the Bible Quiz too.

Robert:

What’s the matter with Emily McDonald?

Sarah:

She says she’s sick.

I don’t know who to ask.

(to Catherine)

I don’t suppose you’ll even be able to bring the cups down.

Catherine:

Please- -I’m not going to read that Quiz.

Liz:

(to Sarah)

A wise Mother never interferes- -remember?

Sarah:

Well- -give the cups to Jane when she comes by.

Oh yes, give her a cup of sugar but not a drop more than that.

(to Robert)

Have they really been giving you enough to eat?

Robert:

I feel fine.

Sarah:

You look thin.

They tell us everything goes to the Army, but I don’t know.

(She looks around the room and then checks the parcels previously stacked in the hall.) It seems like I’m forgetting something. I certainly can’t make two trips. Gasoline, you know. Your father has to ride the bus.- -I have the crepe paper and the glue and the box of old clothing.- -We were going to send them to Europe, but I don’t believe the Post Office is delivering everything.

Robert:

Can’t I help you carry some of that?

Sarah:

I can manage.

I’ve learned to manage.

(as she exits)

I’ll be right back- -goodbye.

Liz:

(going toward the kitchen)

I guess what applies to mothers also applies to little sisters.

I’ll disappear and finish the Old Maid’s chores.

Robert:

Don’t go.

Whatever happened to that boy friend of yours?

That flyer?

Sounded pretty thick the last I heard about it.

(Catherine motions for him to be quiet, but he doesn’t see her.)

Liz:

(She hesitates, and all joy leaves her voice.)

Didn’t you get my letter?

Robert:

What letter?

What’s the matter?

Has he left that flying school outside of town?

Liz:

He crashed, Bob. He’s dead.

Robert:

I’m sorry, Liz.

When did it happen- -where?

Liz:

I didn’t hear from him for a long time, but he had written he was about to go across.

Fifty-two days ago a friend of his in Omaha wrote me.

That’s where he comes from- came from.

It seems he got shot down on his first mission.

Robert:

What was his name?

I guess I forgot it.

Liz:

Jimmy Roberts- -James Baker Roberts.

Ordinary name, but I liked it.

Robert:

Funny- -I don’t remember that name.

Are you sure that’s right?

Could his name have been John Barker Roberts- -it’s the same initials?

Liz:

I haven’t forgotten his name- -I’m sure it.

It’s about the only thing I am sure of now.

Robert:

I don’t see how I could forget.

Liz:

You never knew him.

It all happened while you were gone.

Robert:

(seriously)

I’m very sorry, Liz.

Liz:

Please don’t make me sad again.

Besides, I have to do the breakfast dishes.

(She hurriedly goes into the kitchen.)

Catherine:

It’s just like me to look like a dish rag when you get home.

Robert:

Too bad about Liz.

Catherine:

(She whispers.)

That’s not all the story, but I haven’t the heart to tell her.

She’s about to get over him anyway, I think.

Robert:

I thought something was funny.

Catherine:

She won’t even have dates.

She’ll hear us.

(Liz enters for more dishes.)

Have you missed me?

Robert:

You know I have.

(Liz returns to the kitchen.)

Catherine:

Some of us girls have a club- -Jane and that bunch.

We call it the Overseas Wives.

We get together on Thursday afternoons and play bridge and talk about our husbands.

Jane’s husband hasn’t been over nearly as long as you have, but you ought to hear her talk!

The way she carries on you’d think he’d been done forever.

He’s in Europe- -I think she ought to be glad.

It’s been a lot easier there than in the Pacific.

Robert:

How do you figure that?

Catherine:

There are more neurotics in the Pacific.

Robert:

A war is war no matter where it is.

Catherine:

You’re just modest.

He’s always writing about going sighting to this place or that place- -sounds more like a grand tour.- -Don’t look so grim.

You haven’t kissed me yet.

Robert:

Haven’t I.

Catherine:

Not really, I mean.

(They kiss–and “really” this time.)

Hmm, that’s new.

You must have been reading a lot of books.

Robert:

I have- -whenever I get a chance.

They’ve got everything imaginable in those pocket books.

Catherine:

I hope that came out of a book.

Robert:

(embarrassed)

Don’t be silly, Cathy.

Catherine:

I didn’t mean it.

(She sighs and gropes in her handbag until she locates a lipstick.)

You look so good.

I can’t wait to show you off.

I think you’ve gained weight.

(as she applies the lipstick)

Have you got a Kleenex?

Robert I think so.

(He searches his pockets.)

Catherine:

It you can get a whole box sometime, I wish you’d send it to me.

(He hands her a Kleenex, and she puts it between her lips.)

Thanks.

(There is a pause. They both start talking at once.)

Robert

Catherine:

It’s sure good- -I think it’s

(They laugh.)

Catherine:

Go ahead.

Robert:

No, you.

Catherine:

I was just going to say I think it’s swell you’re home again.

Robert:

I was just going to say it’s good to be home.

(He kisses her ardently. She frees herself gently after a moment and laughs.)

Catherine:

Goodness, Bob.

. It’s afternoon.

Robert:

Does it make a difference?

Catherine:

It’s so- -so daylight everywhere.

What would the neighbors think if they could see us?

(He doesn’t answer.)

What’s the matter?

Robert:

I think I must have forgotten how life was- -civilian life, that is.

Catherine:

I didn’t really mean it about daylight.

Robert:

I know you didn’t.

Catherine:

Then what do you mean?

Robert:

I have forgotten there is so much you can do and so much you can’t do- -depending on what people say.

Catherine:

(smiling)

For Heaven’s sake- -is that all?

(She repeats the lipstick application.)

Have you got another Kleenex?

Robert:

I think so.

(As Robert looks for another Kleenex, a horn honks loudly outside.)

Catherine:

That must be Jane.

I’ll get the cups.

(As Catherine goes towards the kitchen, she meets Liz entering.)

Liz:

I’ll carry the cups out.

Catherine No, I’ll do it.

I want to see the look on Jane’s face when I tell her the news.

Liz:

Why not let him tell her?

Catherine:

I wanted to get him all slicked up before I show him off.

(She exits to the kitchen.)

Liz:

(calling after Catherine)

Don’t forget the sugar.

(calling out the window to Jane.)

Just a minute!

(She notices Bob’s pensive face.)

What’s the matter, Bob?

Worries?

Robert:

Everyone seems so busy.

Liz:

It’s not unusual.

Robert:

(seriously)

I’m glad to see you again, Liz.

Liz:

I’m glad to see you.

Robert:

You don’t sound particularly hilarious.

Liz:

I’ve lost my joyous touch.

Robert:

You can use my shoulder- -you’ve done it before.

Liz:

Somebody else has my spot now.

We’ve grown up- -we’re adults.

Robert:

Adults can still be friends?

Liz:

Sure.

Robert:

We used to talk about things.

Liz:

I don’t talk as much as I used to.

Robert:

You still read the paper everyday?

Liz:

It’s the General’s orders- -everyone in town does.

Robert:

I believe I will write out what I came to tell you and try to get Dad to put it in the paper.

Liz:

Is it first hand information?

Robert:

(he laughs)

Not exactly.

Liz:

What’s it about?

Robert:

Everything.

Liz:

Everything?

Robert:

I’d get it clearer if I wrote it down first anyway.

I’ll read it to you before I take it to the paper.

(He looks at the clock.)

I have plenty of time.

J. B.:

(He calls from the outside.)

Elizabeth!

Where are you?

Liz:

In the living room- -did you forget something?

(J. B. Enters puffing.)

J. B.:

Yes, I forgot something!

Where are the notes for my speech at the Rotary Club?

Liz:

On the hall table.

J. B.:

I got six blocks away from the house before I remembered you all let me forget them.

These notes are important.

They’re going to sell the Cosmetics Factory to the Rotary Club.

(Catherine enters with the cups and a paper bag of sugar.)

Catherine:

What’s the matter?

Forget something?

J. B.:

Are you going downtown with Jane?

Catherine:

She’s going to the church.

I’m not going.

J. B.:

Tell her I want to ride down in your place.

Catherine:

All right, but don’t sit on anything.

J. B. :

That’s practically impossible.

(Catherine exits, and J. B. thumbs through his notes.)

Robert:

Dad, is the editorial written for tomorrow?

J. B.:

I doubt it. I won’t be able to use anything Sam Carter writes.

Robert:

Let me write it.

J. B.:

Well, I don’t know- -I know you’d like to be a writer, but the editorial page is pretty important.

Robert:

What I have to say is important.

J. B.:

It’s not some new kind of wild idea?

Robert:

Please, Dad- -I don’t usually ask favors.

J. B.:

It would have to be finished by tonight.

We’ve got a deadline, you know.

Liz:

We could take it down on the way to the Bazaar.

J. B.:

Well, if it would make you feel better.

Make it about five hundred words- can you write that much?

Robert:

I could write a lot more.

J. B.:

Don’t make it too wordy.

This is a small town.

Small town talk for small town people.

Robert:

All they’ll have to do is read it.

J. B.:

(as he exits)

Try to put some of the War in it for human interest.

First hand-

Robert:

(He laughs.)

I know- -first hand information.

I’ll try.

(Catherine enters as J. B. Exits.)

Catherine:

They won’t wait until you get dressed up- -they’re all dying to see you.

They want us to go to the church and help decorate.

Robert:

I’ve got some work to do.

Catherine:

You’ll have time later- -come on.

Robert:

(He looks at the clock.)

All right, but I’ve got to get back early.

Catherine:

We will.

(As they start out, she stops him.)

Just a minute.

(questioningly)

Have you been shot or anything?

Robert:

Not yet.

Catherine:

Not even a nick?

Robert:

No.

Catherine:

Jane’s husband has got the Purple Heart.

Robert:

I’m sorry, Cathy.

Catherine:

Oh well, it doesn’t matter anyway.

Pretend you’d rather not talk about it.

J. B.:

(calling from outside)

Hurry up, Catherine.

I haven’t got all day.

Catherine:

(as she and Robert exit)

We’re coming!

(Catherine and Robert go out the front door. Liz goes to the window and watches them drive away. An airplane is faintly heard passing over, and Liz thinks about her lost flyer for a second before going quickly back toward the kitchen.)

CURTAIN [on Act I, Scene III]

ACT II (Scene I)

Scene. The same. That afternoon. At Rise. Robert is laboring over a portable typewriter using the “hunt and peck” system. Catherine is lying on the couch reading a handwritten page. Her hair is in curlers, and she takes it down as she reads.

Catherine:

Bob.

(He doesn’t answer.)

Bob, what does “overtures” mean?

(still no answer)

Bob!

Robert:

(He snaps with military alertness.)

Yes Sir?

Catherine:

At ease.

Just exactly what does “overtures” mean?

Robert:

Overtures- -like at the opera?

There’s the “Overture to William Tell.”

Catherine:

Is that an opera?

Robert:

I don’t know. I think so. What are you reading?

Catherine:

It’s that Bible quiz for the Bazaar.

Robert:

How did you get caught?

Catherine:

Your father finally threatened to have a headache.

Robert:

What’s the question?

Catherine:

(She reads.)

“What woman made overtures to Joseph?”

Robert:

I don’t think it has anything to do with an opera.

(They laugh.)

Catherine:

I don’t either.

Robert:

Ask mother.

(He resumes typing.)

Catherine:

(calling)

Mother.

Mother!

Sarah:

(from the kitchen)

What?

Catherine:

Who made overtures to Joseph?

Sarah:

(She enters drying her hands on a kitchen towel.)

Let me see now.

I ought to know- -it’s right on the tip of my tongue.

(She thinks a second but can’t remember.)

What are some of the other questions?

Catherine:

(reading)

“Who was the mother-in-law of Ruth?

Sarah:

That’s Naomi.

(indicating Robert)

Hasn’t he finished?

Editorials are supposed to be short.

Catherine:

He said he wouldn’t be much longer.

Sarah:

Oh.

What are some more questions?

Catherine:

“From what disease was Naaman suffering?”

Sarah:

(correcting the pronunciation)

That’s Naaman.

Catherine:

Oh.

(She marks the correct pronunciation on the paper.)

I don’t see how I’m going to be able to do this.

Sarah:

He had leprosy.

Catherine:

“Who was tricked on his wedding day into marrying the wrong girl?”

Sarah:

How many questions are there?

Catherine:

Twenty.

(horrified)

“Who put her guest to sleep and killed him with a tent nail”!

Sarah:

Well really- -Emily Macdonald has thought up nicer questions than that.

No wonder she claims she’s sick.

Catherine:

I should have all the answers written down.

I should have them right beneath the question.

Sarah:

Someone there will know the answer.

They always do.

All you have to remember is the first one to raise his hand gives you a dollar before he tries the question.

And the person who gets the most questions right wins a quilt- -don’t let me forget to take the quilt.

Catherine:

But wait a minute!

How am I going to know the right answer?

Sarah:

I never thought of that!

Emily has always asked the questions- -I’d better call her.

(at the phone)

Operator?

(She clicks the receiver.)

Operator!

(to Catherine)

You never can get the operator when you want her- -the War.

Catherine:

We should have the dial system.

Sarah I think so too.

(on the phone)

Hello, operator?

Give me 1023-W.

(to Catherine)

But James is opposed to it.

What’s good enough for him-

(on the phone)

Hello, Emily?

This is Sarah.

How are you feeling?-

- -That’s too bad- -I just say “Feed a cold and starve a fever”- Emily, what I called you about. Catherine is going to do the questions and she needs the answers- -I haven’t got the time to tell her- -What!- -They are!- -I always thought you made them up- -Did you ever!

(a new subject is introduced)

What’s that?- -Just a minute.

(to Robert)

Would stop for a minute?

I can’t hear.

(He stops, and she continues.)

I don’t know.

I don’t know whether she does or not.

(to Catherine)

Did Elizabeth say anything about having a date tonight?

Catherine:

Not to me.

Sarah:

(on the phone)

I’ll ask her- -I think so too- -it would do her worlds of good- -Thanks, Emily. Goodbye.

(She hangs up, and Robert resumes typing.)

Catherine:

What did she say?

Sarah She gets all those questions out of a giant quiz book!

Catherine:

Can we get the book?

Sarah:

Jim Hawkins lives next door to Emily, you know.

She said he could bring it here because he had a date with Elizabeth tonight!

Do you know anything about that?

Catherine:

She didn’t mention it to me; however, she probably wouldn’t anyway.

You know how close she’s been since that flyer.

Sarah:

I think she’s getting over him.

Anyway, if she has a date with Jim Hawkins, he can bring the quiz book to you. They’re going to a party at Mary Clare’s.

Catherine:

Why aren’t they going to the Bazaar?

Sarah:

They’re going there first.

Catherine:

The calm before the storm.

Sarah:

I certainly couldn’t ask Jim to bring the quiz book if Elizabeth refused to go with him- -I haven’t got the gasoline to go way out there myself.

Catherine:

If I don’t get the answers, I certainly won’t be able to ask the questions.

(as she removed the last curler)

My hair looks like the dickens anyway.

Liz:

(from the kitchen)

What do you want, Mother?

Sarah:

Could you come here a minute, dear?

Liz:

Just a second.

I’ve got soap on my hands.

Sarah:

(to Catherine)

This Bazaar will be the death of me yet.

Liz:

(as she enters)

The gingerbread should be done in a minute.

Sarah:

Don’t let it burn.

Liz:

I won’t.

Sarah:

(casually)

Emily MacDonald says that you have a date with Jim Hawkins tonight.

You didn’t say anything about it.

(Robert stops his typing, removes the page, and begins to proof-read what he has written.)

Liz:

Emily is confused.

Jim asked me for a date- -but I don’t feel up to a lot of people.

Sarah:

You shouldn’t treat Jim like that, Elizabeth.

He’s a real nice boy- -comes from a nice family.

I was talking to his mother at church last Sunday.

He’s going to be a lawyer.

You shouldn’t treat him like that.

Catherine:

You’ve waited long enough.

I think it would be proper for you to go out occasionally now.

Liz:

It hasn’t occurred to me whether I’m being proper or not.

Catherine:

Don’t get huffy.

I didn’t mean anything.

Sarah:

He thinks he has a date with you.

Liz:

He has his own way too much.

Sarah:

It’s not good for a girl your age to stay cooped up in the house every night.

Liz:

Keeps me off the street- -no, seriously, Mother- -I can’t go to a party yet.

I’d feel like a hypocrite.

Catherine:

(taking the plunge)

If you have a date with Jim Hawkins, he’ll bring me the answer book for the Bible quiz tonight.

Liz:

So that’s the reason for this sudden concern about my welfare!

Catherine:

(a little annoyed)

I was merely telling the truth.

I believe in telling the truth.

(with meaning)

Everybody would be a lot better off if they know the truth.

Robert:

(interrupting)

How do you spell “Cassandra”?

Catherine:

What?

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Robert:

C-a-s-s-a-n-d-r-a

Liz:

You know how to spell her name, Bob.

It’s just like it sounds.

Sarah:

Who is Cassandra?

Liz:

She tried to warn the Trojans.

I believe she had the power of prophesy.

Sarah:

Is she in your editorial?

It sounds to me more like you’re writing a short story.

Robert:

She isn’t exactly in my editorial, but from what I can remember about mythology, there seems to be a parallel.

Catherine:

I don’t think you should be so serious in whatever you’re writing.

There’s enough to worry you in the newspaper without editorials that make you think.

Robert:

Every time I go over it I cut something out really isn’t necessary, and it keeps getting shorter.

Sarah:

Have you finished?

Liz:

Read it to us.

Robert:

I knew you’d listen.

The Lieutenant didn’t think you would.

Catherine:

Who’s he?

Robert:

One of the officers in my outfit.

Sarah:

(She smells something burning.)

The gingerbread!

(She rushes into the kitchen.)

You forgot about the gingerbread!

Liz:

Oh Lord!

I forgot about the gingerbread!

(There is an offstage noise from Sarah’s banging the oven door.)

I’ll help, Mother!

(She starts toward the kitchen, but Sarah reenters sadly carrying the burned cake.)

Sarah:

Just look at it- -all that sugar.

I wonder if we could scrape off the bottom and use it anyway?

Liz:

I’m sorry, Mother.

I should have cut the oven off.

Sarah:

It’ll be all right, I guess.

We’ll try to make the best of it.

I suppose a little shortage of gingerbread won’t ruin the Bazaar.

Catherine:

I’ll tell you one thing that’s going to a shortage- -I simply won’t conduct that quiz unless I have the answers.

Robert:

Now wait a minute- -all of you.

The gingerbread won’t be missed at Bazaar, and if you don’t get that book there won’t be a catastrophe.

Catherine:

I won’t be able to do a thing without the answers.

Robert:

(pleasantly)

If they don’t even have the quiz, it won’t matter in the long run.

Catherine:

I never said it did.

I don’t want to do the old quiz in the first place- -I’m just trying to help out.

Why are you so cross?

Robert:

I’m not cross.

Sarah:

It must have been something he ate.

Did you have anything for lunch that the rest of us didn’t have.

Robert:

No, I didn’t.

Catherine:

Bob, dear, you’re just nervous.

You’ll feel better after you’ve had a chance to forget all that’s happened over there.

It’s just a matter of time.

When the War is over, our boys will come back and forget those horrible things and become normal again.

We can lead our lives right here in this small town and not be bothered with Europe and the Pacific and all those unattractive people.

It’s none of our business.

Robert:

(taken aback)

But it is our business.

Don’t you see that?

Catherine:

We’ll let the government men worry about those problems.

They’re experts.

They know what it’s all about, and they’ll take care of it.

It’s their problem.

Sarah:

(agreeing)

All you have to worry about is a roof to keep out of the rain and a steak to fill up your stomach.

(Sarah carries the burned gingerbread into the kitchen. Liz hesitates and then follows her.)

Robert:

Cathy, I’m surprised at you.

You don’t talk that way- -not when I first knew you.

Catherine:

Yes I did, darling.

Why, I haven’t changes since I was voted Most Beautiful Girl in High School. It’s just like the books say- -you’re too serious about unpleasant things that don’t really concern you.

Robert:

They do concern me.

They concern all of us.

We’ve all got the same problem.

Look- if you multiply us by a thousand, that’s two thousand.

That’s a lot of people- -and think how many it is if you multiply again by a thousand.

That’s two million people but still the same problem.

Catherine:

Now you know how I am with arithmetic.

That’s the only thing Jane ever beat me in.

Robert:

(after a moment’s thought)

Cathy.

Catherine:

Yes?

Robert:

Don’t tell Liz about the boy she went with- -that flyer.

Catherine:

I don’t intend to- -I certainly wouldn’t want the responsibility.

(questioningly)

How did you know about it?

Robert:

I don’t.

Catherine:

If you don’t know, how can you not want me to tell her?

Robert:

Just don’t tell her- -for my sake.

Catherine:

What do you mean- -mean your sake?

Robert:

I’m not sure yet- -but I don’t want her all mixed up with troubles that don’t count.

Catherine:

Maybe you’d better lie down for a little while.

(She dismisses the subject of Liz.)

And besides, you haven’t dressed for the Bazaar.

(Sarah reenters.)

Robert:

I’m not going to the Bazaar.

Catherine:

Now don’t be ridiculous.

Of course you’re going.

Robert:

I have to rewrite this editorial.

It’s going to take longer than I thought to make it understandable to everybody.

Sarah:

I’d be awfully disappointed if my own son didn’t go when I was General Director.

Robert:

(to Catherine)

You can go without me.

It I finish in time, I’ll come later.

Catherine:

Don’t you think it would look terribly funny if I went out the first night you were home, and you weren’t with me?

You’ve just got to go- -that editorial can wait.

Robert:

No it can’t, Cathy.

Catherine:

It can’t be that important.

(Liz reenters)

Robert:

It is- -it’s something you’ve got to know- -that everyone ought to know.

Catherine The paper is published every single day of the year.

Robert:

I won’t be here that long.

Listen to me now- -I’ll tell you what it is.

Catherine:

I’ve told everybody you’ll be there all shining with ribbons-

Robert:

Listen to me- Liz

(to Catherine)

You can tell them he’s sick.

Catherine:

(to Liz)

They were with him this afternoon.

Jane will say he’s neurotic.

(to Robert)

That’s not what’s wrong with you, is it?

You haven’t got War Nerves or whatever it is?

Liz:

Of course he hasn’t.

Catherine:

You’re a fine judge of character!

Liz:

I didn’t mean you don’t understand him.

Catherine:

I’m his wife.

I would be able to tell when something is wrong.

(meaningfully)

Some people would be a lot better off if they tended to themselves.

They might find out a lot.

Robert:

Now look, I’m not trying to start a family argument.

Sarah:

You’re just tried.

Robert:

I’m not tired.

I’m not neurotic.

I’m absolutely sane.

All I need is about five minutes.

Sarah:

We’ll leave so you can finish typing.

Come on, girls.

We’ll put the refreshments in the boxes.

Catherine:

Everything is already packed.

Robert:

I don’t want five minutes alone!

I want all of you to listen to me for five minutes.

Liz:

I’ll listen to you.

Robert:

Thanks.

I knew I could depend on you.

Catherine:

I’m sure if you don’t want me to hear what it is, I don’t have to listen.

(She rises.)

I’ll just go upstairs.

Robert:

For God’s sake, Cathy- -be reasonable.

I want all of you to hear it.

Sarah:

We’ll listen- -we’re listening now.

Tell us what it is, and then I think you’d better lie down.

(J. B. calls from outside.)

J. B.:

Sarah! Sarah!

Sarah:

We’re in here, James.

J. B.:

(jubilantly as he enters)

Wait until I tell you about Sam Carter.

I knew I could trust him.

I was all wrong about that letter from J. W. McKinney- -Sam outsmarted him after all!

Robert:

(muttering)

Damn it, damn it, damn it.

J. B.:

What’s the matter with all of you?

What are you so quiet for?

Aren’t you interested in the newspaper?

It’s your bread and butter- -I’ll say that much.

Sarah:

Robert has something to tell us, and he says we won’t listen.

I think he’s angry.

J. B.:

Have you been impertinent to your mother, young man?

Robert:

No, I haven’t.

I want to read my editorial and no one will listen.

J. B.:

Oh that!

I forgot all about your editorial, son.

I’m afraid it’ll have to go in day after tomorrow.

Sam is writing a brilliant column for tomorrow.

Robert:

That’ll be too late!

You promised me space in tomorrow’s paper!

Sarah:

(to J. B.)

I thought you were going to fire Sam.

J. B.:

I should say not!

I wouldn’t be able to get along without him.

Sarah:

But this morning- -

J. B.:

I was wrong about this morning.

It doesn’t pay to be too sure of yourself- - I learned that much today.

Sarah:

What happened?

J. B.:

I overlooked something at the bottom of that open letter.

(to Robert)

You don’t mind if I interrupt you a minute, do you?

Robert:

(throwing up his hands)

No- -go ahead, go ahead.

J. B.:

(to others)

See, he isn’t angry.

(resuming his story)

Well, you know J. W. Is dead set against my plan for the reconversion of the War Products Chemical Plant-

(He tells the rest of the story to Robert.)

That’s the big factory they built right outside of town before you left- -they make some kind of powders or medicine for foreign diseases.

Well, that fool J. B. wants them to go ahead with what they are doing even in peacetime but not me!

I’d been thinking the War would be over soon, and they wouldn’t need that foreign medicine for our boys anymore, so I scouting around to see what could be done- -and, sure enough, I was right!

It’ll take a little money, but I can certainly raise that with the help of the Rotary Club- -I got tem today- -, and the Ladye Fair Beauty Aid Corporation will put up the rest and do the reconversion.

Just think- -when you come home next time the War Products Chemical Plant will be converted into the Ladye Fair Beauty Aid Cosmetics Factory!

Catherine:

Isn’t that exciting!

Sarah:

What about J. W. McKinney?

J. B.:

He won’t be able to stop it- -not after tomorrow.

You see, below that letter is said, “This is a paid advertisement”, and he really had to pay!

Sam charged him three times the regular rate.

Now, at the same time, Sam has got this editorial for tomorrow’s paper cooked up that will make McKinney look like the old fool he really is!

Robert:

Dad, you promised me tomorrow’s editorial page.

J. B.:

Won’t the next day do as well?

This is very important to our future.

Robert:

You won’t have a future unless you listen to me.

J. B.:

(patiently)

We’ll see- -we’ll see.

Robert:

We’ll settle it now!

J. B.:

All right- -all right.

There’ll be room for it.

We’ll cut out a letter to the editor.

We’re tired of writing them anyway.

Robert:

No one reads those things.

J. B.:

We can’t always have what we want.

You’ve got to learn to crawl before you can walk.

That’s one thing life has taught me.

Robert:

Life hasn’t taught you a thing!

Sarah:

Please, don’t start fighting again.

J. B.:

Don’t talk to me like that, Robert.

I’m your father- -you owe me respect.

If it hadn’t been for me, you wouldn’t be where you are today.

Robert:

You’re right!

You’re absolutely right.

If it hadn’t been for you and people like you, I wouldn’t be where I am today. And where am I?

I’m on a dirty, sticky island in the Pacific fighting for God only knows what- -and it’s all on account of you!

You’re right- -if it hadn’t been for you, I wouldn’t be where I am today!

Sarah:

You mustn’t talk to your father like that!

I’ve tried to take up for you, but you just won’t be reasonable.

Everything your father does if for his family.

You should learn to appreciate all he’s done for you!

J. B.:

That’s right, son.

Every nickel I ever made has been for mother and you children.

I may make some mistakes, but I try hard not to-

(warming up to his subject)

I started out in this town with nota dollar to call my own.

I had to borrow enough money to start The Daily Sun- -if it hadn’t been for old Floyd Hodges, bless his soul; I don’t know what your mother and I would have done.

He gave me two-hundred dollars to get started with- -that’s the kind of friends I’ve got!

And I paid him back within a year!

I had to work like a devil to get where I am today.

(sadly)

And I did it all for my family- -that includes you, son.

Robert:

I’ve heard that story a million times.

Sarah:

Don’t be too hard on him, James.

It’s the War.

(to Robert)

I have some those cookies you used to like so much.

Would you like some of those?

J. B.:

My family comes first with me.

Robert:

(taking his manuscript)

Here- -listen to this.

Maybe I’ve got enough down where you will understand.

It won’t take long.

J. B.:

How long is it?

Robert:

About three hundred words.

J. B.:

That wouldn’t fill up the editorial space.

You’ll have to pad it up if it goes in tomorrow’s paper.

Robert:

I don’t know whether I can or not.

J. B.:

Of course you can.

Just add a word or two here and there and repeat a little.

Repetition always sends a point home quicker than anything.

Why, I can write pages and pages on absolutely nothing.

Catherine:

He says he’s not going to the Bazaar.

J. B.:

Not going- -of course you’re going.

Your mother worked hard on this thing.

Sarah:

If he really doesn’t want to go, I don’t want to force him.

Robert:

(shouting)

No one is forcing me to do anything.

I came home with the one purpose of telling all of you the Answer, and I’m having a hell of a time getting you to listen.

Sarah:

Your language, Robert.

Catherine:

(quietly)

You have to go to the Bazaar.

I’m going to be on the program.

(She suddenly remembers the answer book.)

And I don’t have that book with the answers.

(to Liz)

That’s your fault, Liz.

Liz:

Why don’t you leave him alone?

Go ahead and finish your editorial, Bob.

If they won’t listen, they’ll read it.

Catherine:

I don’t see that it’s really any of your business.

Robert:

It’s as much her business as anyone else’s.

Catherine:

(hurt)

I don’t think you should talk to me like that.

Liz:

(to Catherine)

You can come home early.

Catherine:

I will come home when I please!

Liz:

Don’t get mad- -I’m not trying to run your affairs.

Catherine:

I should think you wouldn’t.

Robert:

Let it drop- -let it drop. I’ll go.

Catherine:

(magnanimously)

I don’t want you to go if you don’t want to.

Liz:

She’s right, Bob. Stay home and finish.

Catherine:

(shouting) Elizabeth, leave me and Bob alone! I’m sure that we are quite capable of running our own affairs.

Sarah:

Now, children. You’ll give me a headache.

J. B.:

Don’t get mother upset.

Liz:

(to Catherine)

I didn’t mean to start a row- -please, let’s forget it.

Robert:

She didn’t mean anything- -forget it.

Catherine:

I’m sure she didn’t mean anything.

She’s always right, and I’m always wrong.

You and Liz have always been like- -like peas in a pod!

Well, I know a few times she’s made a mistake.

I know one of them in particular- -she certainly made a mistake about her flying boy friend!

Robert:

Shut up, Catherine.

Liz:

What are you talking about?

Catherine:

(stamping her foot at Robert)

Don’t you tell me to shut up!

Liz:

What were you saying about Jimmy- -what kind of a mistake did I make?

Catherine:

(She tries to cover up.)

Oh, nothing–skip it.

Sarah:

(nervously)

I’m going to a headache.

J. B.:

You’re upsetting your mother.

Liz:

What did you start to say about Jimmy?

Catherine:

I just lost my temper forget it.

Liz:

I won’t forget it!

What were you going to say?

Catherine:

Everything we’ve done has been for your own good.

Robert:

(pleading)

Why don’t you just shut up, Cathy?

Catherine:

Don’t tell me to shut up!

It’s time she found out about that no good cadet!

Sarah:

Catherine!

J. B.:

I think we’d better get our hats and coats- -it’s time for the Bazaar.

Liz:

What about Jimmy?

Robert:

(to Catherine)

Tell her, damn it. Tell her.

Catherine:

A minute ago you told me to shut up.

Robert:

You waited to late.

Catherine:

(to Liz- -almost matter of fact)

Well, I hate to be the one to tell you- -but Jimmy Roberts is not dead.

Liz:

(stunned)

What!

Where is he?

What’s happened to him?

Catherine:

He wasn’t shot down.

Liz:

Thank God- -thank God!

Catherine:

He never even got overseas.

Liz:

(puzzled)

What do you mean?

Was he hurt here in the States and afraid to tell me?

Catherine:

He wasn’t hurt at all.

Liz:

What do you mean?

Catherine:

He’s an instructor at a field in Colorado.

Liz:

I don’t understand- -why hasn’t he written?

Why did that boy in Omaha write that Jimmy had been shot down?

Catherine:

Jimmy Roberts got married four months ago to a girl in his home town.

He Married the girl he has been going with ever since High School.

She seems to be a very nice girl from what I’ve heard- -a good deal of money and social posi–

Liz:

I don’t believe it!

Who told you?

Catherine:

Louise Hammock wrote me all about it.

Liz:

How does she know?

Catherine:

Her husband is stationed at the same field with Jimmy.

Of course, Jimmy was real surprised to see him and told him he didn’t wan to hurt you.

Sarah:

I thought he was very unkind.

J. B.:

Certainly not a gentleman.

Sarah:

Environment, I expect.

Liz:

(bewildered)

All of you knew, and you didn’t tell me?

Robert:

(perplexed)

Yeah- -why was that?

Sarah:

(to Liz)

We didn’t wan to hurt you anymore.

Catherine:

I haven’t told a soul, and I’m sure that Louise wouldn’t write anyone else.

She only let me know because she knew she could trust me.

Liz:

But why didn’t you tell me.

Robert:

Why didn’t you tell her?

Sarah:

(to Liz)

We didn’t want to make you feel worse.

Liz:

Why should I feel worse?

Catherine:

The humiliation and everything.

Liz:

Why on earth should I be humiliated?

Catherine:

Having him throw you over and everything.

Liz:

What do you mean everything?

I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Catherine:

Don’t get mad at me- -your mother and father thought it best not to say anything.

Liz:

I am mad- -I’m mad at all of you!

J. B.:

Don’t upset your Mother.

Liz:

I couldn’t upset Mother with a sledge hammer!

J. B.:

Elizabeth!

Liz:

All this time you’ve let me eat my heart out over something that didn’t even happen.

I could have forgotten the fact that Jimmy didn’t love me- -those things heal.

Sarah:

We didn’t find out until last week, and you were almost over thinking about his being dead.

Liz:

I would never have gotten over it!

Catherine:

Yes, you would- -you’ve been a lot easier to get along with lately.

We didn’t see any need to create another scene.

Liz:

So that’s it!

You weren’t thinking about me- -you were thinking about yourselves.

That’s why you didn’t tell me- -it was easier that way.

No need to create another scene- no need to let me butt into your daily routine.

I guess that’s what you consider survival of the fittest- -as long as you survive individually everyone else can go to hell!

Sarah:

Elizabeth!

Robert:

I never thought about it that way, Liz.

J. B.:

(trying to comfort Sarah)

Now, look what you’ve done, Elizabeth.

(Jim Hawkins calls from the outside.)

Jim

Hey there! Anyone at home?

Sarah:

It’s Jim Hawkins!

Liz:

We’re in here, Jim.

Come on in and join the fun!

Sarah:

(pleading with Liz)

He’s a real nice boy, Elizabeth.

Don’t say anything in front of him.

JIM HAWKINS makes an entrance befitting a small town comic.

He is the same age as Robert but is dressed in a civilian tuxedo.

Jim

(striking a pose)

Ta da!

What do you say?

Liz:

(She is on the edge of hysterics.)

Can’t say it, Jim!

Jim

Mind if I come in and spread a little joy?

(He tosses the quiz book to Catherine.)

Here’s that answer book you wanted.

(No one speaks.)

Thanks!

Believe I’ll take off my hat and stay a while.

(He notices Robert.)

Well, well- -how are you doing, Bob?

What do you say?

Liz:

You’re so right, Jim

Jim

I though so.

Finally gave up trying to get in the Army- -and believe me, I really tried.

But they said that I would be more good to them on the home front, and I guess they know what they’re talking about.

Sarah:

I think our ration board has been very generous.

Jim

Got to look out for the home folks, you know.

(He winks with elaborate slyness.)

How are you getting along, Mr. Anderson?

J. B.:

Can’t complain, Jim.

Jim

Smartest thing you ever did to print that letter from McKinney.

“Paid advertisement”- I had to laugh.

I bet he paid all right-

(to Catherine)

What’s the matter with you?

Cat got your tongue?

Catherine:

No.

Thanks for the book.

I need it for tonight.

Jim

Sure can’t run a quiz program without the answers, I always say.

(There is a pause.)

What’s the matter with everyone?

I didn’t break up a family feud, did I?

Liz:

No, nothing like that.

You certainly are dressed up.

Jim

(He is very proud of his tuxedo.)

One of Mary Clare’s high-tone ideas.

Liz:

That’s right- -we’re going to a party at Mary Clare’s house!

His family must be out of town.

Jim

(embarrassed)

Ha.

Always kidding.

Glad you decided to go after all.

Liz:

(rising)

I never intended not going.

Jim

But Emily Macdonald said-

Liz:

You know Emily- -she always gets things wrong, except for her Bible quizzes, and they come out of a book.

I forgot about going formal.

I’ll have to change- -it’ll only take a minute.

Robert:

(He snaps out of his thoughtfulness long enough to call after Liz.) Liz!

I’ve got to talk to you.

Sarah:

(to Liz)

I’m glad you’re feeling better, dear.

I knew all along you would- -once it came out.

Liz:

(on the stairs)

Of course.

Mother always knows best!

(She exits.)

Jim

What’s the matter- -she been sick or something?

I don’t wonder with the weather changing so much- -first, it’s hot, then it’s cold. Not even the weather man can keep up.

(to J. B.)

I think you ought to talk to that fellow on the paper, Mr. Anderson- -only way you can tell the weather is to take the opposite to what he says.

J. B.:

(defensively)

It’s kind of hard to predict around here.

Jim

I always just spit, and if it freezes before it hits the ground, I know it’s cold!

(He laughs heartily.)

(Catherine, Sarah, and J. B. Rise.)

Catherine:

I guess we’d better get ready if we want to get there on time.

(to Robert- -sweetly)

Can’t persuade you to come along?

Robert:

No- -no, I think not.

Catherine I’ll come back early.

Robert You needn’t.

When I finish it, I’m going down to the paper and set the type myself.

Catherine:

All right.

Sarah Excuse us, Jim.

Jim Sure, run along.

Time waits for no one, I always say-

(quickly)

What do you always say!

(He is pleased with Sarah’s stunned silence.)

Caught you, didn’t I.

(Sarah, Catherine, and J. B. Go upstairs. There is a pause. Robert is silently forming a new idea.)

Jim

Pretty changeable weather we’ve been having lately.

Robert:

Yeah, so I’ve heard.

(pause)

Jim How is it down there in the Pacific?

That’s where you were, isn’t it?

Robert:

Yes, that’s where I was.

Jim

Weather changes a lot there?

Robert:

Not much.

Jim

Just rain and heat, I suppose?

Robert:

Yeah, just about.

(pause)

Jim

I guess you will be plenty glad when it’s all over.

Robert:

Yeah, I guess so- -I guess we all will.

Jim

Yeah, sure will- -be good to have everything back to normal.

Robert:

(abruptly)

What is “Normal”?

Jim

Oh, like it was- -before the War.

Robert:

You mean the same way- -just like it was before the War?

Jim

As near as we can get it.

Things will be changes a little, I guess- -until everyone forgets about it.

Robert:

Will everyone forget?

Jim

Sure they will- -no use changing things.

Suits me.

The sooner we get back to normal the better, I always say.

And I’m just like everyone else.

(pause)

You ought to come with us.

Robert:

(rising)

I can’t.

I’ve got to rewrite something.

Jim

Fiction?

Robert:

No.

Jim

Poetry?

Robert:

(holding his manuscript)

No- -it’s an editorial.

Jim

Oh- -sounds good.

Still trying to be a writer?

Robert:

Not exactly.

(earnestly)

Would you like to hear what I’ve written?

Jim

Yeah, I sure would, sometime. I don’t think I have time tonight.

Robert:

(convinced of his new idea)

I didn’t think you would.

Sarah:

(coming down the stairs)

Turn off the hall light when you come down, Elizabeth.

Hurry up, James.

We’re late as it is.

J. B.:

(behind her)

I’m right behind you.

Sarah:

Oh, so you are!

I forgot the quilt.

(calling upstairs)

Bring the quilt, Catherine.

It’s on my bed.

(To J. B.)

We’ll meet you at the car.

I’ve got to get the things out of the kitchen.

J. B.:

I’ll get the car warmed up.

Sarah:

You’ll do no such thing!

Don’t start the motor until we get there.

J. B.:

(as he goes out the front door)

There’s plenty of gasoline in Texas.

Sarah:

But the Republicans would say we’re unpatriotic.

(She walks toward the kitchen.)

Jim

Can I help you, Mrs. Anderson?

Sarah:

If you please, Jim- -thank you.

It’s all in the kitchen.

(They exit.)

Catherine:

(coming downstairs)

I got the quilt, mother.

(to Robert)

I’m sorry about what happened- -I didn’t mean to lose my temper.

Robert:

It was bound to come out sooner or later.

I’m glad it happened while I was here- I found out something.

Catherine:

Forgive me?

Robert:

Sure, I forgive you.

Catherine:

Give me a quick one.

(He kisses her quickly.)

And, Bob- -

Robert:

Yes?

Catherine:

Next time don’t fuss at me so much in front of your family.

I know they understand, but I’d rather we have our little fights in private.

Robert:

We won’t have anymore.

Catherine:

You’re sweet.

Now aren’t you glad you didn’t marry Jane?

I believe you just went with her to spite me.

Robert:

Wake me up early in the morning- -it’s important.

Catherine:

In time for breakfast?

That should be early enough.

Robert:

Is breakfast at the usual time?

Catherine:

The usual time.

(Sarah enters with Jim. He goes on to the car loaded with packages.)

Sarah:

I think that’s all- -if we forgot anything, it will just have to be forgotten.

Come along, Catherine.

Catherine:

(to Robert:)

Bye, darling.

(As Catherine exits, Liz comes downstairs.)

Liz:

(with affected jubilation)

Here I am, Romeo.

Where’s your favorite balcony.

Robert:

He’s helping Mother.

Liz:

Oh.

Robert:

Liz, you were right a minute ago- -people only think about themselves.

They don’t want to know the Answer.

That’s been the trouble all along, and I didn’t know it.

You’ve got to help me.

Liz:

Sorry, Bob.

You’d better save your gospel on mankind for a more willing disciple.

Robert:

I’m not going to preach to you- -you’re all mixed up.

I couldn’t expect you to listen.

Liz:

What do you want me to do?

Robert Promise me that you will read my editorial first thing in the morning.

Liz:

I’ll be more mixed up then.

Robert:

No, you won’t.

Liz:

How do you know?

Robert:

You’ve forgotten- -I know you, Liz.

Liz:

No, you don’t.

I’ve changed.

Robert:

You’re getting back to normal now.

Promise me- -

Liz:

I don’t know- -I- -

(Jim enters.)

Jim

Ready, Liz?

Liz:

(gaily to Jim)

Ready, willing, and able.

Let’s go.

(tensely to Robert)

Goodnight, Bob.

Don’t let it get you down.

Jim

(as Catherine and he exit.)

See you later, G. I.

(When he is alone, Robert looks at the clock and counts the hours he has left. He returns to the typewriter with renewed determination. He smooth's out his first draft and puts a fresh sheet of paper into the machine.)

CURTAIN [on Act II, Scene 1]

ACT II (Scene II)

Scene. The same. Late that night.

At Rise. There is a few seconds of silence, and then Liz and Jim are heard at the door. Liz opens the door. Jim tries to detain her. He has been drinking.

Jim

Aren’t you going to ask me in?

Liz:

I’m tried. Don’t you think we’d better call it a night?

Jim

Don’t I get a good night kiss?

Liz:

(trying to be pleasant)

I don’t give them out for souvenirs.

Jim

For God’s sake, Liz. I brought you home without putting up a squawk.

Liz:

I appreciate it.

Jim

You don’t act like it. You don’t even ask me in for a nightcap.

Liz:

(a little edgy)

Come on in, then.

(Jim comes in triumphantly. Liz switches on a light.)

Now what?

We don’t have anything else to drink in the house.

Jim

I don’t need anything else to drink.

(He sings.)

“I’ve got my love to keep me warm- -“

(Liz does not react.)

Brrr.

There seems to be a slight chill in this room.

(He moves toward the fireplace.)

Maybe we’d better turn on this contraption.

Liz:

(wearily)

Go home, Jim.

I want to go to bed.

Jim

Suits me fine!

Liz:

Don’t try to be funny.

I’m too tried.

Jim

(peevishly)

What’ve you been doing to make you so tired?

We didn’t do anything strenuous at the party.

Liz:

We certainly didn’t.

Jim

God, that was a dull one.

Bad jokes and bad bourbon.

Did you see how they all just went, “Hey heh,” when I told that joke about the blind horse?

It was the only funny story told all evening- -I was glad to leave.

Liz:

(dryly)

I didn’t think I was tearing you away.

Jim

(slyly)

I didn’t think you wanted to go home.

Liz:

But I did.

Now, why don’t you cap off a perfect evening and run along?

Jim

Take it easy.

I won’t bite you.

Liz:

I wonder.

Jim

Sit down and rest your bones.

The human body can only take so much.

Liz:

Yes, I know

(She sits in a chair across the room.)

Jim

(rising)

How about a little music?

Got any records for this juke box?

Liz:

Don’t turn it on, Jim.

You’ll wake up the family.

Jim

This place is like a morgue.

Liz:

Why don’t you go home?

Jim

You’re friendly, aren’t you!

Liz:

I don’t mean to be rude.

Jim

(He plays his trump card.)

Still moaning over that chiseler that married his girl back home?

Liz:

(rising)

How did you know about him?

Jim

Those things get around.

Louise Hammock wrote me.

Liz:

No one told me.

Jim

They didn’t!

I guess they didn’t want to humiliate you and everything!

Liz:

The great, indefinable everything!

Jim

They didn’t mean any harm.

Liz:

What about you?

Why didn’t you tell me?

Jim

I didn’t think it was any of my business.

Liz:

What is your business, Jim?

Jim

You would be if you give me a chance.

Liz:

What sort of chance do you want?

Jim

Just an ordinary chance.

Liz:

Like what?

Jim

Like this.

(He takes advantage of the opportunity and kisses her. She stands lifeless with her arms down.)

That was like a dead fish!

Liz:

That was your chance, Jim.

Jim

I guess you think I’m not as good as those guys in the Army!

I’d be in the Army too, but I’ve got asthma.

I tried like the devil to get in, but they wouldn’t let me on account of my asthma.

Liz:

It doesn’t make any difference whether you’re in the Army or not.

Jim

What’s the matter with me?

I’m as good as anybody else- -I’ve got feet and hands.

I’m just as human as anybody!

Liz:

That’s it, Jim.

You’re the same theme with a slight variation.

You’re just not as consciously noble as some of them.

Jim

What?

Liz:

Go away.

Leave me alone.

(Jim overpowers Liz and kisses her hard. They break apart.)

What did that accomplish?

Jim

Just collected a little debt for Humanity.

Liz:

Get out!

Jim I’m going- -I’m going.

No need to throw things.

(in the manner of advice-giving)

You’re on the track, Liz.

The rut you’re in won’t get you anywhere.

(Catherine calls from upstairs.)

Catherine

Bob- -is that you?

Liz:

(to Jim)

Get out!

(Jim exits.)

Catherine:

(She comes down stairs in her negligee. Her hair is rolled up again, and she does facial exercises during most of the scene.)

Bob, is that you down there?

Liz:

No, Catherine. It’s me.

Catherine:

I thought I heard someone talking.

Liz:

(She shudders involuntarily and takes a determined grip on herself. The preceding scene forces a sudden and rewarding change in Liz’s attitude.)

Jim

Hawkins came in a minute.

Catherine:

Did you have nice time at the party?

Liz:

Marvelous.

Catherine:

I’m not so sure about those parties at Mary Clare’s- -but I’m glad you had a nice time.

Liz:

Thanks

Catherine:

(reconciliatory)

Liz, I’m sorry about this afternoon and- -everything.

(her best effort)

I’m sorry.

Liz:

I’m glad it happened.

Catherine:

What do you mean?

Liz:

I’ve been playing hide and seek with myself.

You know, Catherine, it’s surprising how such a small incident can make such a big change in my pet philosophies.

Catherine:

What do you mean?

Liz:

It seems funny now, but I’ve been like everyone else.

I’ve been thinking only in the terms of the first person singular.

Catherine:

(suspiciously)

Have you been drinking?

Liz:

Not enough.

Catherine:

Hm.

Liz:

Did Bob finish his editorial?

Catherine:

I guess so- -he wasn’t here when we got back.

He’s still at the newspaper office.

He called a little while ago.

Liz:

I’m glad he finished.

I want to read it.

Catherine:

I probably won’t be able to understand it.

(proudly)

I was a big success at the Bazaar- -I raised more money than anyone else.

Liz:

It’s like when we were kids.

I think I understand again.

Catherine:

Bob?

Liz:

Yes.

Catherine:

Hm.

You should have seen Jane- -she came after you left.

She had on a brand new outfit that must have cost a fortune!

If I spent as much money as she does on clothes- that’s the reason she won Most Beautiful Girl in High School the year before I did- nothing but clothes.

Liz:

When do you think he’ll be back?

Catherine:

Bob?

Liz:

Yes.

Catherine:

In a little while, but he’ll be dead tired.

Let him get some sleep- -maybe it will calm his nerves a little.

Liz:

I’m going to bed.

Catherine:

(following her)

I’m going to read all the ads in tomorrow’s paper and see if I can’t run across a bargain.

I bet I can spend one-half as much and look twice as good- -I bet I can do it.

Liz:

Im going to read Bob’s editorial.

Catherine:

For goodness sake, don’t wake him up early.

I’m glad breakfast is not at the usual time on Sunday so I can get a little beauty sleep- -with that new maid coming we probably won’t eat until after nine o’clock.

Liz:

I won’t wake him.

It takes a four alarm fire to do that.

Catherine:

There’s no reason for him to get up.

He can eat sausages in his pajamas.

(Liz and Catherine meet J. B. Coming down the stairs. He is surprised to see them, but it is too late to retreat.)

What’s a matter with you?

J. B.:

It’s late, isn’t it?

I thought everybody had gone to bed.

Catherine:

We were just going.

J. B.:

I came down to get a glass of milk.

I can’t sleep.

Liz:

Goodnight.

Catherine:

Goodnight.

J. B.:

Goodnight.

(J. B. pretends to go toward the kitchen but watches to make sure that Catherine and Liz go upstairs. When he is satisfied that all is quiet, he goes quickly to the telephone.)

J. B.:

Hello, operator?

(He clicks the receiver.)

Damn those operators- -just shut up and give me 2021.

(He checks again to make sure he is alone.)

Hello, that you Sam- -I thought you would still be down there.

Say listen, I’ve got something I want you to add to that editorial of yours- -What?- -Oh that!

Is he still there?- -

When did he leave?- -

Did you read it?- -

What do you mean putting something in The Daily Sun without reading it!

You’re paid to be the editor- -

I don’t care if he is my boy.

No telling what fool ideas he’s got- -

Well, it doesn’t make any difference- -

I want you to kill it anyway and put in your editorial.

I’ll put his in Monday- -

No, don’t take time to do that- -there must be a copy around here someplace.

(getting down to business)

Now listen, what I called you about.

Don’t forget to put in something about the veterans.

You can’t beat that veteran angle for bringing in money.

We’d better use them while we can.

The War will be over soon; then where will your veteran be-

(Sam has a few ideas.)

Yes- -Yes, that’s right- -That’s exactly what I meant!

You hit the nail right on the head!- -Yes- -Yes-

(Sam is the best editor that J. B. Ever had.)

CURTAIN [on Act II, Scene II]

ACT III (Scene I)

Scene. Living room at the Anderson’s. The following Sunday morning. It is a bright Sunday morning- -but a peculiar brightness- -not quite as bright as Saturday morning. The clock is set at one minute before nine.

At Rise. The new MAID is in and out of the kitchen during the following scene. She is setting the table for breakfast and evidently doesn’t like work. Catherine, Sarah and J. B. are sitting in the living room reading the Sunday newspaper. They each have a separate copy. They read silently for a few moments; then Sarah speaks without taking her eyes from the paper. The others continue reading according to their own interests and do not listen when someone else speaks. The Daily Sun is, and remains except for a few brief moments, the primary concern of this particular Sunday morning.

Sarah:

Listen to this.

(She reads it.)

Reverend and Mrs. George K. Rogers entertained at their home last evening with a seated dinner party.

Out of town guests were Mr. and Mrs. Thomas Martin, Mr. and Mrs. John McCarter, and”- -listen to this- -“Mr. and Mrs. Isadore Epstein”!

(conversationally but only to herself)

Can you imagine that?

It’s really a shame a young man like Reverend Rogers had to come to a smallish town.

He should be in a large city where people wouldn’t notice his private affairs so much.

Of course, all things he does don’t mean a thing to me, but they do to a lot of others.

I wouldn’t say a thing that I wouldn’t say right to his face, but I don’t think he should drink a whiskey highball in public.

I’ve seen him do that myself.

Of course I know it’s all right for Episcopalians to drink-

(The noises from Catherine and J. B. are not so much replies as acknowledgments that someone has spoken.)

Catherine and J. B.:

Hm.

Hm.

(There is a pause.)

Catherine:

There’s a sale going on at Drake’s.

The paper’s full of it.

(She reads.)

“All winter coats on sale. Savings. Savings! Savings! Brown all wool coat with satin lining and Kolinsky collar was a hundred seventy-nine ninety-eight, now eighty-eight ninety-eight.”

(She calculates rapidly aloud- -tracing the mechanics of subtraction in the air with her head and eyes.)

Zero.

One.

Eight from seven- -eight from seventeen.

Nine- (triumphantly)

Ninety-one dollars!- -“Seal dyed Coney coat.”- -no- -

“Mink dyed Marmot coat- was two hundred seventy-nine ninety-eight, now one hundred eighty-seven ninety-eight.”

Zero.

Two.

Eight from seven- -eight from seventeen.

Nine-

(ecstatic)

Ninety-two dollars!!

(perplexed)

Marmot?

Marmot, Marmot, Marmoot.

What’s a Marmot?- -Does anyone know what a Marmot is?

Sarah and J. B.:

Hm.

Hm.

(There is a pause.)

Well, if anything does it- -this editorial will.

I bet J. W. McKinney turns purple when he reads this.

(He reads.)

“Furthermore, the factory would mean more jobs for the returning veterans. Remember the motto suggested by our Chamber of Commerce: A Job for Every Veteran. So, when the Rotary Club members approach you next week and every week for the next two months- -remember: Every dollar you give means you’re giving a job to some deserving veteran."

(solemnly)

“He gave his life; can you give less!”

(pleased)

That ought to just about do it, don’t you think?

It’s anyone’s duty to look out for the veterans.

Sarah and Catherine:

Hm.

Hm.

(There is a pause. Liz comes down the stairs. She evidently slept later than she had planned.)

Sarah:

(without looking up from her paper)

We let you get your nap out this morning, Elizabeth.

Didn’t see any need to wake you before Church time.

I didn’t hear you come in- -did you have a nice time?

Jim Hawkins seems to be awfully nice boy- -comes from a nice family.

Liz:

Is Bob down yet?

(As usual, there is no answer. The family continues to be immersed in The Daily Sun.)

Sarah:

(continuing)

Of course, family background isn’t everything, but I certainly wouldn’t want anyone in my family to associate with anyone I didn’t know anything about.

Liz:

Where’s my morning paper?

Catherine:

Does anyone know what a Marmot is?

Here it is again!

I wonder if it’s like a skunk- -they smell awful when it rains.

Liz:

(unable to locate her paper)

Where’s my copy of the paper, Mother?

I want to read the editorial.

Sarah:

(continuing)

But, of course, it’s up to the family to make the family name.

Liz:

(demanding)

Where’s my paper, Mother?

Where is it!

Sarah:

(looking up)

What?

Did you say something, Elizabeth?

Liz:

My paper- -where is it?

Sarah:

It’s here somewhere, dear.

There’s a Daily Sun for everyone!

Your father owns the paper, you know.

Liz:

Yes, I know.

Where is it? Sarah Where’s her paper, James?

J. B.:

What?

Sarah:

Elizabeth’s paper.

J. B.:

On the radio, I think.

(Liz finds her copy of the newspaper while he reads.)

“Friends of the community: This editorial is a frank endorsement of the proposed reconversion of the War Products Chemical Plant to the Ladye Fair Beauty Aids Cosmetics Factory.”- -that’s a good lead- -don’t you think?

Good old Sam.

Sarah and Catherine:

Hm.

Hm.

(They continue with the newspapers. Liz looks vainly on the editorial page for Robert’s editorial.)

Sarah:

I see that Christine Harwell is announcing her engagement to Dennis Calvin.

It’s about time she was announcing something.

Whatever happened to Harold Jones, Elizabeth?

I thought Christine was going to marry him.

Whatever happened to him, Elizabeth?

Liz:

(annoyed)

I don’t know, Mother.

Dad, who wrote this editorial?

(He doesn’t hear her.) Dad!

J. B.:

What!

What did you say?

Liz:

Who wrote this- -this editorial?

J. B.:

(surprised)

Sam _____ Elizabeth. He always has- -best editor a man ever had! You can trust Sam- -nothing new- -fangled about him. Be not the first, I always say- -Be not the first to try the new nor the last to lay the old aside.

Liz:

But I thought-

(She would say more but decides to look through the remainder of the paper. She does this hurriedly- -barely scanning each page.)

Catherine:

(still reading the advertisements)

Sampson’s is having one too- -

(She reads.)

“Here’s a dress sale to remember! Three hundred of the season’s news-making fashions. A dress to fit your every mood that also fits your purse. Originally priced twenty-two ninety-eight, now priced eleven ninety-eight.”

One and one- -eleven dollars!

“Originally priced thirty-five ninety-eight, now sixteen ninety-eight.”

Nine.

One.

Nineteen dollars!!-

-A dress to fit your every mood. That would be silly, wouldn’t it?

Imagine changing dresses all the time!

Liz:

(She throws down her paper angrily.)

Where is it?

Wasn’t it printed!

Sarah:

“Mrs. Knox Bailey and Mrs. John Bates entertained with a party Saturday evening feting Mrs. K. B. Brown, a recent bride. A gay theme was reflected in the adornments of the home, and an arrangement of red carnations and lilies of the valley flanked by red tapers in (trying to interrupt) silver holders centered the polished… Why isn’t Bob’s editorial in the paper?

refreshment board Were you afraid to print it? Was it

Something too clear? Would the Reading public be shocked!

Catherine:

(reading)

“Monday sale. Coats, suits, and dresses. All wool suits in favorite styles and colors. Stripes, checks, and plaids. Formerly priced thirty-five ninety-eight now priced seventy-teen ninety-eight.” Seven. From five. Six. Seven. Eight. One from one.

Liz:

Eighteen dollars!

And another Marmot (loudly) coat!

Does anyone know what a…

What’s the matter with all of you?

Can’t Marmont is?

You hear me!

Why wasn’t Bob’s editorial put in the paper?

What’s the matter?

Listen to me!

Stop reading and listen to me!

(There is a pause. No one acknowledges Liz. She stares at them for a moment, then shouts angrily.)

Liz:

What’s the matter with all of you!

Why do you keep reading?

Answer me!

Answer me!

Sarah:

(looking up at Liz pleasantly)

What did you say, Elizabeth?

Liz:

Why don’t any of you listen to me?

Sarah:

We’re listening, dear, Aren’t we, James?

We’re listening.

Liz:

You’re not.

You’re not!

Sarah:

Yes, we are.

(proving it)

You asked where your paper was, didn’t you?

Where’s her paper, James?

J. B.:

What?

Sarah:

Elizabeth’s paper.

J. B.:

On the radio, I think.

Liz:

I’ve got my paper, but there’s nothing in it.

It’s empty- -blank. Fourteen pages of absolutely nothing!

J. B.:

(sternly)

There’s nothing wrong with The Daily Sun, Elizabeth.

Sarah:

You shouldn’t upset your father, Elizabeth.

Catherine:

I know what it sounds like to me.

Sarah:

You must have eaten something that didn’t agree with you.

I didn’t feel so good when I got up.

Catherine:

Sounds like a hangover to me,

J. B.:

(sternly)

Have you been drinking, Elizabeth.

Liz:

Drinking!

I’ve been blind drunk.

He’s been trying to tell us the Answer, but we wouldn’t listen.

(to J. B.)

Why didn’t you print Bob’s editorial?

J. B.:

(puzzled)

What are you talking about, Elizabeth?

Liz:

Bob’s editorial.

Catherine:

Have you got a letter from Bob?

Sarah:

(excited)

You didn’t tell us.

J. B.:

What did he say?

Liz:

(slightly confused)

What are you talking about- -did I get a letter from Bob?

Catherine:

I haven’t heard from him in almost three months.

Sarah:

Did you get a letter?

J. B.:

How are things going- -any first hand information?

Liz:

But Bob is- -Bob was- -

(She thinks they may be joking.)

Are you trying to mix me up?

Catherine:

(demanding an answer)

Did you get a letter fro Bob?

Liz:

(puzzled and a little frightened)

No- -I didn’t get a letter.

I- -I- -

Sarah:

It must have been something you ate.

Did you eat any of those cream puffs that Mrs. Higgins brought last night?

I think there was something wrong with the puff.

James:

I rolled around in bed a little.

Liz:

(almost to herself)

No, I didn’t get a letter.

I thought that- -I- -

Sarah:

You mustn’t be frightened, dear.

There’s not to be afraid of- -

(comfortingly)

You’d be dead by now if it were poison.

Catherine:

Sounds like a hangover to me.

J. B.:

(sternly)

Have you been drinking, Elizabeth?

(The Maid comes to the edge of the living room and surveys the group with a sour expression.)

The Maid:

Breakfast is ready.

(The maid returns to the kitchen and comes out occasionally to replenish the table. Sarah, Catherine, and J. B. put aside the subject of Liz’s behavior and prepare themselves for breakfast by folding their newspaper with a reverent neatness and filing toward the dining are.)

Sarah:

Try to be pleasant at breakfast, James.

I’m trying out a new one, and they’re hard to get.

I can’t do all the work around this big house myself.

They’re awfully hard to get, James.

Please try to be pleasant.

(The three of them go into the dining room, sit down put their newspaper beside their plate, and bow their heads.)

J. B.:

(praying rapidly)

Heavenly Father, we thank Thee for this and all Thy blessings.

For Christ’s sake, Amen.

(After a bite or two they unfold their newspapers and continue reading and eating at the same time. From this moment until the Blackout, they are oblivious of action in the living room.)

(Robert comes down the stairs. As he descends, the clock begins to tick audibly. The lights begin to dim very gradually over the entire stage except in the small area to be occupied chiefly by Liz and Robert. The change, except for the clock, is almost imperceptible at first.)

Robert:

Morning, Liz.

I heard the chow call.

Lead me to that country sausage.

Liz:

(very relieved)

Bob!

You are here.

I was beginning to think they had gone crazy, or maybe Catherine was right about a hangover.

(She laughs.)

I’ve never had a hangover.

Robert:

Did you drink last night?

You were on s tear.

Liz:

Not much- -I thought I wanted to, but I didn’t.

Robert:

Feeling better this morning, aren’t you.

I said you would.

Liz:

I don’t know- -I- -

Robert:

What did you think of my editorial?

(There is no answer, and his proud pleasure clouds.)

What’s the matter?

Liz:

It’s just that- -it’s just got confused in the conversation a minute ago.

I guess I am a little hazy.

Robert:

What happened?

Liz:

Nothing really, I guess.

I thought they acted peculiar.

I’m all right now.

Let’s eat sausage before they get cold.

(trying to laugh him off the subject)

They think I’ve got a hangover.

Robert:

(stopping her)

Wait a minute.

What do you mean- -they acted peculiar?

Liz:

(facing it)

Well, Bob- -when I asked them why you're editorial wasn’t in this morning’s paper, they pretended they didn’t know you were here.

Robert:

My editorial wasn’t printed!

Then you haven’t read it!

Liz:

I planned to first thing this morning, but it wasn’t in the paper.

Robert:

Who in hell killed it?

I was down there last night- -I set the type myself.

Liz:

That’s what I thought-

Robert:

Nobody could have changes it after that.

Nobody but-

(He looks at J. B.)

Nobody but-

(refusing to believe it)

No, but he wouldn’t.

He promised.

Where’s the paper, Liz?

(He picks up Liz’s paper and turns to the editorial page.)

Liz:

It’s not there.

I looked the first thing when I came down.

Robert:

(glaring at J. B.)

Then he did take it out!

Liz Go easy on J. B.

He’ll print it tomorrow.

Robert:

That’s too late.

(He throws down the paper and charges up to J. B.)

Now look here, Dad.

What about my editorial?

You said you’d print it.

I took it down there and set the type.

(J. B. takes not notice of Robert’s presence.)

Dad.

Dad!

Look at me!

Answer me!

(He jerks J. B.’s paper out of his hands. No one in the dining room realizes Robert’s presence.)

Liz:

(frightened)

That’s the way they acted toward me a while ago.

(Although the newspaper has been taken from his hands, J. B. is still in the position of holding it. He turns an imaginary page and reads aloud. Robert is stunned. He drops the newspaper and backs slowly into the brighter area of the living room.)

J. B.:

(reading)

“Warmer weather during Monday morning hours predicated by the Weather Bureau.”

(to himself)

I hope he’s right this time- -maybe he ought to try spitting.

Sarah and Catherine:

Hm.

Hm.

Liz:

What’s wrong with them, Bob?

I’m frightened.

Do you think we ought to call someone to help us?

Robert:

(He isn’t sure what has gone wrong, but he tries slowly to give Liz an explanation that would satisfy himself at the same time.)

No, Liz- -there’s nothing wrong with them.

Liz:

What do you mean?

Robert:

They can’t see me.

Liz:

(demanding impatiently)

Have I got a hangover?

Robert:

(having a hard time explaining)

I’m not really here, Liz.

Liz:

I don’t understand.

Sarah:

(reading in the background)

“A pantry shower was the compliment Friday afternoon to Miss Bertha Mae Steen, bride-elect of Nathan Blackwell,”

Robert:

It’s kind of hard to explain.

You see, I’m not here.

Right now, I’m still In the Pacific- -at least, I think I am.

Liz:

Please, Bob.

What’s the mater with me?

(solemnly)

I’ll never take another drink as long as I live.

Robert:

You haven’t got a hangover.

Liz:

I must have something!

I keep thinking you’re telling me you aren’t here.

Robert:

I don’t think I am.

Liz:

I see you!

Robert:

(indicating his family)

But they don’t.

Liz:

How do you explain that?

Robert:

That’s probably because you’re the only one still thinking about me.

(He knows his explanation is inept.)

It’s not very clear, is it?

Liz:

No it isn’t, Bob.

Catherine:

Here’s another Marmot coat!

I wish I had one so I would know what it is!

Robert:

Look- -you’re the only one in the family that really wants to see me.

You’re thinking about me instead of yourself.

Liz:

They saw you yesterday- -they talked to you!

I saw them- -I heard them.

Robert:

They have forgotten yesterday.

They only used their eyes for what they wanted to see and their ears for what they wanted to hear.

Liz:

I don’t understand it.

Robert:

Don’t be so hard-headed, Liz!

Damn it, I wish I had my Field Manuel- there must be an explanation.

Liz:

Things like this don’t happen.

Robert:

Yes they do- -you know they do.

You’ve got that much imagination.

You used to believe all the stories we read.

Liz:

(puzzling)

You mean you aren’t actually here?

Robert:

I’m not sure exactly- -something has gone wrong.

You can’t depend on that Special Service Division.

Liz:

Are you a spirit?

I’ve never said I didn’t believe in them.

Robert:

That’s as good as anything- -I don’t understand what could have happened.

Is breakfast at the usual time?

Liz:

Just about.

Robert:

I don’t understand it.

Liz:

Why have you come here like this?

J. B.:

(reading)

“The Rotary Club held a special Robert meeting yesterday with a luncheon you know why- -I came to tell at the Navarro Hotel. The principal you the answer. speaker was J. B. Anderson- -“

Liz:

I know that- -I knew it last night.

Robert:

I came to tell you the reason for everything- -the meaning of everything. Everything- -good everything, bad everything.

Liz:

You mean what caused the War?

Robert:

Not just wars.

They’re only apart of a- -I don’t know the exact word- -system, I guess.

But there’s a solution to that system.

It’s a problem with an answer.

Liz:

Tell me what it is.

Sarah:

(reading)

“Clearance! A large group of winter and semi-spring dresses taken from several of our better stock groups. Reduced to five ninety-eight.”

Robert:

It’s like this- (bothered)

There’s so damn much noise here.

Liz:

Don’t pay any attention to them.

Robert:

(thinking it over)

I don’t know, Liz.

Something has gone wrong.

Maybe I’m not supposed to tell anyone down here.

Liz:

What!

Robert:

Maybe people should- -I don’t know.

You see, I haven’t finished basic training yet, and there may be something-

Liz:

(agitated)

Now wait a minute, Bob.

After all this time and-

Robert:

(He is suddenly excited and alarmed.)

Time.

Time!

That’s it- -what time is it?

(He runs out of the spot of light toward the clock. By now, the rest of the stage is so dimly lit that he must strike a match to see the time. He shouts.)

Holy hell!

It’s after nine o’clock.

(He returns to the lighted area and Liz.)

Is that clock right?

I thought breakfast was always at eight!

Liz:

It is except on Sunday.

(In the darkness, J. B. begins to chant- -normally at first but gradually increasing in volume until the end of the scene. The conversation between Liz and Robert is continuous and increases in volume to offset the chanting.)

J. B.’s:

(Chant)

To any spot, to anyone; there’s a Daily Sun for everyone.

To any spot, to anyone; etc.-

Robert:

What’s today?

Liz Sunday.

Robert Oh God!

I’m going to be late!

(He looks around frantically- -not knowing what to do.)

Liz:

(becoming alarmed)

You’re not going back, are you!

Robert:

I’ve got to.

(Sarah joins J. B. In the background of chanting.)

Sarah’s:

(Chant)

It may not be the family name, but it makes a difference all the same.

It may not be the family name, etc.-

Liz:

What about the Answer?

You haven’t told me the Answer.

Robert:

Where’s my cap?

You’ve got to keep your head covered in the Army.

(He searches wildly for his cap in and out of the light.)

Liz:

You’ve got to tell me the Answer.

Robert:

I haven’t got time.

Help me find my damn cap!

(Catherine joins the chanting.)

Catherine’s:

(Chanting)

This much I know I’m sure at least:

A Marmot is a furry beast.

This much I know, etc.

Liz:

(joining Robert’s search)

I’m helping you.

Robert Where the hell could I have put it?

Liz:

(She finds the cap.)

Here it is!

Robert:

Thank God!

The Old Man is rough about uniform regulations.

Liz:

You can’t leave me.

Robert:

I’ve got to.

I’ll catch Hell when I get back!

Liz:

Please don’t.

Robert:

(He hurriedly faces the direction of the now completely blackened dining area.) Goodbye, Cathy.

(A bell [of the buzzer type] begins ringing loudly. The clock is ticking wildly. The chanting, by this time is of such intensity that Robert and Liz are forced to shout.)

Liz:

(pleading)

Please don’t leave.

Robert:

Goodbye, Mother.

(to himself)

God, I hope I can sneak in-

Liz:

Please don’t leave me.

Robert:

Goodbye, Liz

Liz:

The Answer, Bob!

What about the Answer!

Robert:

You’ll have to find out for yourself!

(Robert disappears into the darkness.)

Liz:

Bob!

Bob!

Bob!

(The stage is plunged into complete blackness. The chanting and the clock and the bell boom out with a maddening pitch.)

(At the end of five seconds, the noise stops and the stage is abruptly lighted as it was in Act One. The only sound is a pleasant door bell. J. B., Catherine, and Sarah are continuing breakfast, and Liz sits as though hypnotized in the living room. The door bell rings again; Sarah calls to Liz.)

Sarah:

Answer the door- -will you, Elizabeth?

(Liz does not answer.)

Elizabeth!

(to J. B.)

I wonder what’s wrong with Elizabeth this morning.

Catherine:

Sounds like a hangover to me.

J. B.:

(sternly)

Elizabeth, answer your mother.

Liz:

What?

What do you want?

Sarah:

See who’s at the door.

Liz:

The door?

Sarah:

Yes, Elizabeth.

(Liz hesitates.)

J. B.:

Do what your mother tells you, Elizabeth.

(Liz goes reluctantly to the door. A small, Western Union messenger boy stands solemnly with a telegram.)

Messenger Boy:

Are you Mrs. Robert Anderson?

Liz:

(mechanically)

No, I’m not- -but she’s here.

I’ll take it.

Messenger Boy:

Sign here, please.

(Liz shuts the door and come into the living room. She starts to take the telegram to Catherine but stops- -she cannot keep herself from opening the envelope.)

Sarah:

What is it?

Liz It’s a telegram.

(She scans the message briefly, gasps, and then rushes toward the dining room with a cry.)

Oh Cathy, it’s a telegram- -a telegram from the War Department!

CURTAIN

Scene. The Adjutant’s office. Tomorrow morning, a week from now.

At Rise. Pete is alone at the Adjutant’s desk. Letters and reports are scattered in a maze around him. The telephone is ringing, and he answers it.

Pete:

Headquarters and Headquarters Company.

What do you want?- This is Pete- -Pfc.

Peters, I mean- -Yes Sir.

(He is instructed to go through the routine again.)

Headquarters and Headquarters Company.

Pfc Peters speaking.- - Thank you.- -Thank you, Sir?- -You mean you can’t thank people!- -I’m sorry.

(shouting) All right, I’m not sorry!- -I don’t know.-

(almost in tears)

I mean I just don’t know.

(Robert enters. Pete motions frantically for him to take control of the telephone conversation. Robert takes the phone.)

Epilogue Robert:

Good morning, Sir.

Corporal Anderson speaking.- -

The matter has been forwarded to headquarters.

You’ll be notified through channels.

(He hangs up.)

Pete:

What did they want?

Robert:

I don’t know.

What about Lieutenant McClelland and the Sergeant?

Pete:

They were here early, but they left again.

Robert:

Did they miss me?

Pete:

I told them you were at the dispensary.

Robert:

What’s wrong with me?

Pete:

Hell I don’t know!

(indicating the maze of reports)

All this started coming in five minutes after they left.

What are we going to do with it?

Robert:

Stack it up- -as long as it looks neat, we’ll be all right.

(Robert and Pete begin to gather up the sheets of paper and arrange them on the Adjutant’s desk.)

Pete:

How come you're so late?

Robert:

I forgot there was a Sunday and slept late.

Pete:

I thought you’d learned your lesson.

Did you get to see your family?

Robert:

Yes.

Pete:

Did you tell them the answer?

Robert:

No.

Pete:

Why not?

Robert:

They didn’t have time to listen to me- -and then I didn’t have time to tell them.

Epilogue Pete:

This new war is going like hell.

Los Angeles is gone.

Robert:

Have they hit Texas yet?

Pete:

I don’t know- -you sure didn’t stop this war.

Robert:

I never tried to do that much.

But if I’d just had the chance to tell them-

Pete:

Maybe you’re not supposed to tell anyone.

Robert:

I thought about that, too.

Pete:

Maybe they’ve got to find out for themselves.

Robert:

I thought about that, too.

Pete:

The Lieutenant says they’ll never learn.

Robert:

I think he’s wrong- -he’s got to be!

Pete:

It’s simple enough- -I understood the first time they told me.

Robert:

Anyone would know if they would only think enough- -and if they weren’t so God-damned busy with themselves!

Pete:

It’s like the man in the leper colony that minded his own business until his business dropped off.

Robert:

If they’d only get their heads out and plow the whole world instead of one little acre.

Pete:

But who’s going to get them started?

That’s the catch.

Robert:

(after a moment’s pause)

Say- -I might have done some good after all.

Pete:

What do you mean?

Epilogue Robert:

One person caught the bug while I was there.

Pete:

Who?

Robert:

My sister.

Pete:

She’s only a girl- -and you didn’t tell her the Answer.

What can she do?

Robert:

She can do a lot!

Each person counts- -each little one.

Every big majority is made of minor individuals.

She may be part of a majority someday.

Pete:

I’ll bet you’re wrong.

The Lieutenant says they’ll never learn.

He ought to know- he’s been in this headquarters long enough.

Robert:

He can’t be right.

Pete:

What makes you think she’ll even remember you?

What makes you so sure?

Robert:

That’s just it, damn it!

I’m not sure!

(The Corporal rushes in with a fresh stack of reports. He is in a great hurry.)

Corporal:

Here’s some more!

Pete:

Aw, can’t you hold it up?

Corporal:

Coming in too fast.

(to Robert)

Where’ve you been?

Robert:

At the dispensary.

Corporal:

Dysentery?

Robert:

Some like that.

Corporal:

Ain’t nothing like that!

(The Corporal exits as Lieutenant McClelland and Sergeant Kendig enter.)

Lieutenant:

They keep pouring in like cattle!

Epilogue Sergeant:

This may be the last time.

Lieutenant:

No- -just as we get caught up, another one starts.

(He notices the disorder in the office.)

What in hell hit this place- -a cyclone!

(angrily to Robert)

What have you been doing?

Robert:

We didn’t know where to put them.

Lieutenant:

You didn’t have to throw them all over the place.

Good God, Anderson, I thought I could trust you, but I guess you’re like the rest--

you haven’t done a damn thing since we left.

(The light above the C. O. Door is flashing. Pete is the only one to see it and try to tell the lieutenant.)

Robert:

I’ve been to the dispensary.

Pete:

Sir- -

Lieutenant:

(to Robert)

Dysentery?

Robert:

Yes Sir.

Pete:

Sir-

Lieutenant:

Damn it, I’ll be blamed for that too!

Sergeant, get that mess hall cleaned up and give these men a rest!

Pete:

Sir- Lieutenant

What do you want!

Pete:

The C. O.-

(The Corporal runs in with another stack of reports.)

Corporal:

Here’s another batch.

Sergeant:

Take it easy, will you!

Epilogue Corporal:

(to Robert)

Did you have to go while I was gone?

Robert:

No.

Corporal:

You’re improving.

(The Corporal exits as the Lieutenant reenters.)

Lieutenant:

Sergeant, get Rogers up here immediately.

He’s got to take Anderson’s place.

Sergeant:

What do you mean?

Lieutenant:

(to Robert)

I don’t know what you did while we were gone, but it brought results.

Robert:

What?

Lieutenant:

You’re stepping up.

The Big Boys want you in higher headquarters immediately.

Robert:

What for?

Lieutenant:

Hell, I don’t know, Sergeant.

They’ve got their duties- - I’ve got mine.

Robert:

What did they say!

Lieutenant:

You heard me- -you’re a Sergeant, now. A Buck Sergeant.

(As Robert tries to soak in the promotion, he barely hears the News Commentator booming forth over the amplifying system.)

News Commentator:

It has just been reported through a reliable source that the major portion of Continental Europe has been wiped out by a concentrated attack by the Air Force!

Lieutenant:

(shouting to offstage)

Turn on that magnifier.

(Everyone, except Robert, comes downstage and looks over the heads of the audience.)

To the right- -to the right!

That’s it.

EPILOGUE

Sergeant:

(pointing)

Look at the smoke.

Christ!

Did you ever see such a mess!

Lieutenant:

It’s just like I’ve always said.

They’ll never learn down there.

They’ll never learn in a million years.

(Robert hears the last part of the Lieutenant’s statement and realizes suddenly the reason for his promotion. He shouts joyously.)

Robert:

You’re wrong, Lieutenant.

You’re wrong!

Lieutenant:

What the- -

(The Lieutenant turns angrily to correct Robert’s impertinence, but Robert has gone on to a higher headquarters.)

News Commentator’s Voice

Congress has just passed a draft bill. The majority was four hundred and ninety-eight to three. The War Department has asked me to announce that any man not in uniform before the end of forty-eight hours will be shot on sight. Uniforms can be obtained at any Post Office, railway station, city hall, or jail. Women will report to local Y. W. C. A.’s, country clubs, town halls, or any moving picture theater for assignment. It is imperative that these orders be carried out quickly and efficiently- - -

The CURTAIN closes slowly and gradually muffles the Commentator’s Voice. Just as the CURTAIN is down, the Chorus of Bugles blast forth with Reveille. On the last note of the Bugle Call, the house lights come on suddenly.

- - - THE END - - -

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