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by L. Frank Baum


  Wizard of Oz, it will be hard luck for me.

  I’ll have to grind out a new royal anthem.

  (Cheers off stage R.)

  1st Girl

  Pastoria approaches.

  (Crowd retire up stage. Enter TIMOTHY,

  followed by RISKITT, L.3.E.)

  Riskitt

  Halt! His Majesty would address the

  army.

  (Pastoria enters in motorman’s coat and

  hat. He carries in one hand a large

  sceptre and a shawl strap. In the other a

  gilded hat box with crown inside.)

  Pastoria

  (C.)

  My faithful soldiers. As I gaze upon your

  faces it gives me great pleasure to know

  that you all may die for me.

  (Timothy cheers.)

  Men with faces like yours ought to die

  for somebody. - and I’m as good an

  excuse as you’ll ever get.

  (Timothy cheers.)

  When you face the enemy, chanting your

  battle hymn, -- where’s that battle hymn?

  Dash.

  All ready, sire.

  (Hands him paper.)

  Pastoria

  This ought to make heroes of you all.

  (Chanting.)

  “When we were children we cried for

  Pastoria, -

  When we were young we sighed for

  Pastoria, -

  When we grew up we died for Pastoria. -

  Oria, oria, peerless Pastoria.”

  (Aside)

  When we were children we cried for

  Pastoria! Now, wouldn’t that wilt the

  feathers on Maud’s new boa!

  (To Soldiers.)

  You shall restore me to my rights. As for

  the cheap swindler who has stolen my

  throne - The Wizard of Oz, --

  Riskitt

  Where will you find a greater scoundrel,

  a more contemptible being, than that

  Wizard of Oz?

  Pastoria

  Hear! Hear!

  (A pause.)

  No, - no! I mean, where?

  (Crowd snickers, quietly.)

  As for your pay, have no fear. As we

  approach the capitol I will dispose of

  reserved seats for my coronation at

  speculator’s rates.

  Riskitt

  S-sh --! A customer approaches.

  (Pastoria and Riskitt quickly produce box

  office diagrams and bunches of tickets

  from their pockets as SOPHRONIA and

  PETER enter R.1.E. they rush upon them

  in the manner of ticket speculators.)

  Riskitt

  Tickets for Pastoria’s coronation?

  (Use sign, “Tickets bought from

  speculators,etc”.)

  Pastoria

  Two on the center aisle, four rows from

  the front.

  Simon

  He’s a speculator.

  All

  Down with him.

  (All rush at Pastoria.)

  (Enter CYNTHIA, R.3. Come down

  through crowd, C.)

  Cynthia

  Wait. He may be my long-lost Niccolo.

  Pastoria

  I’m nobody but the King. For years I

  ruled the Land of Oz and was the best

  dressed little king that ever tied a four in

  hand. The people loved me then, and

  called me their Tony Pastoria.

  Cynthia

  I pray thee, play upon this piccolo.

  (Offering piccolo to Pastoria.)

  The wicked witch may have changed my

  sweetheart into you; How perfectly

  awful!

  (Shudders.)

  Pastoria

  I’m not your sweetheart.

  Cynthia

  Then prove it by playing “The Carnival

  of Venice” with variations.

  (Offers piccolo)

  There was a bum note in the crescendo

  that Niccolo could never avoid.

  (Retires up stage.)

  Pastoria

  The idea! Open that box.

  (Points to hat box. Riskitt opens it.)

  What’s the name in the crown of that

  crown?

  Riskitt

  (Looking in crown.)

  Pastoria II.

  (Hands it to Pastoria)

  Pastoria

  It was on my head when that confounded

  balloon carried me away. It fitted me

  then, and it fits me now.

  (Puts it on his head triumphantly.

  Movement of surprise in crowd.)

  Cynthia

  What’s the meaning of that queer

  costume?

  Pastoria

  When the cyclone picked me up I was

  working as a motorman in Kansas.

  Cynthia

  What’s a motorman?

  Pastoria

  Well, a motorman is a fellow that takes

  life easy. He’s a regular lady killer, and a

  sort of business agent for the

  Undertakers’ Union. When I reached the

  earth I had to do something for a living.

  Cynthia

  Your Majesty had to work? Terrible!

  Pastoria

  Yes. Your Majesty had to eat. I grew so

  desperate I decided to stop at nothing, so

  I became a motorman. It’s a merry life,

  and all day long the jingling of the bells.

  A fellow- motorman tried to get me to go

  with him to Michigan and motor there.

  Cynthia

  Why?

  Pastoria

  He said the girls were more sociable. He

  used to sing a beautiful song about one of

  them.

  Cynthia

  Was it soulful?

  Pastoria

  Well, you can judge for yourself.

  -- “

  IN MICHIGAN” --

  Pastoria and Chorus.

  I’m fond of the girls from Tennessee,

  For they are extremely coy,

  But there’s another girl for me, she’s the

  girl from Illinois.

  With the damsel fair from gay Delaware

  I’d giddily coquette.

  But the girl for me beyond compare, in

  old Michigan is met.

  Cho.

  In Michigan, In Michigan, I would that I

  were rich again.

  A ticket I’d buy, and away I’d fly

  To the far-off fields of Michigan.

  In Michigan, In Michigan, my tent I’d

  like to pitch again.

  I’ve a sweetheart true in Kalamazoo

  And that’s what I’ve got in Michigan.

  II.

  The Georgia girl is a perfect peach,

  The Maine girl takes the bun

  Of the Oregon girl I love to preach

  For she second stands to none.

  Oh the Texas girl is a downright pearl,

  And a dainty dream besides,

  But the girl that can give them all a twirl,

  In old Michigan resides.

  Cho.

  I’ve a sweetheart true in Kalamazoo,

  I’ve a mother-in-law in Saginaw, etc.

  (and exit Chorus R. and L.)

  Cynthia

  You are not like my Niccolo, and yet

  seem to be he. If I could see you make

  love to someone else -- my Niccolo

  would never do that in my presence.

  Tryxie

  (Outside L.2)

  Pasty! Pasty! Where are you, darling?

  Pastoria

  You’ll have a chance, for here comes my

  fiancee.

  Cynthia

  A woman!

  Pastoria />
  Yes. She was a waitress in the railroad

  station at Topeka. Her name is Tryxie.

  Cynthia

  Tryxie?

  Pastoria

  Yes. We were blown out of Kansas at the

  same time. When the cyclone struck town

  I was standing on the front platform of

  my car and had just yelled, “Hold fast for

  a sharp curve”. As we sailed over the

  roofs a beautiful girl suddenly shot out of

  a neighboring cloud and hit my

  dashboard. She was carrying a plate of

  beans. She said she was going my way

  and before the cyclone dropped us

  through yonder chestnut trees we were

  engaged.

  Tryxie

  (Entering, L.2. and going to Pastoria)

  Darling, I hope you won’t think me gross,

  but I wish you would take me by the hand

  and lead me to a large porterhouse steak.

  Pastoria

  Girl, the stake that I am fighting for is not

  a porterhouse. I may be slain. Then what

  would lovey do if dovey died?

  Tryxie

  Why lovey would die too.

  Pastoria

  (With arm about her.)

  Do you remember, I met you as a

  motorman.

  Tryxie

  I was struck by you at our first meeting.

  Pastoria

  You were carrying a book.

  Tryxie

  Roosevelt’s Memoirs.

  Pastoria

  I ran over them without asking you.

  Tryxie

  Because you got the bell to go ahead.

  Pastoria

  Then I went ahead to get the belle.

  Tryxie

  You couldn’t have offered me a palace

  then.

  Pastoria

  No. About all you could expect from a

  street car man is “a little room up front.”

  Tryxie

  What were your prospects then?

  Pastoria

  Same as the conductors’ - only fare.

  Tryxie

  And yet you loved me then.

  Pastoria

  I yearned for you.

  Tryxie

  And you love me now?

  Pastoria

  With all the heart a motorman is allowed

  to have.

  Tryxie

  Pasty, you are just too awful!

  Pastoria

  To resume -- how much does oo love

  oosey?

  Tryxie

  OO’s OOsey?

  Pastoria

  OOS.

  Cynthia

  Enough. I am convinced. My Niccolo

  could never hand out such a tart line of

  wedding march conversation.

  Tryxie

  Is this a lady detective?

  Pastoria

  No. This is a lady lunatic.

  Cynthia

  Yes; mad through with blighted love.

  Now will I to the vegetable garden where

  I last saw him.

  (Taking objects from basket on arm.)

  Here are young spring onions - they’re for

  insomnia; here’s celery for remembrance,

  - and here are March strawberries - for --

  a dollar a box!

  “Oh, he never more will come,

  And I wonder where he’s went.

  Hey nonney, hey nonney hey!”

  (Exit a la Ophelia, L.I.)

  Tryxie

  Poor thing -how she loved him! Niccolo

  must have been very handsome.

  Pastoria

  Yes. I reminded her strongly of him.

  Tryxie

  But, she is a lunatic. That explains a lot

  of things.

  Pastoria

  Tryxie, you see what it is to lose a fond

  lover. Now suppose, suppose you were to

  lose me?

  Tryxie

  Pastoria, you know I never was lucky.

  Pastoria

  I know. But, what would you do?

  Tryxie

  Why, someone else, I suppose.

  Pastoria

  But tell me, what do you think of the

  country you’re to reign over as my

  queen?

  Tryxie

  Oh, well enough as far as I’ve gone. But

  it was a bad time to leave Kansas.

  Pastoria

  Why?

  Tryxie

  Barnum’s circus was billed for our town

  for the 13th, and next to a Boston cream

  puff I love a circus.

  -- “

  WHEN THE CIRCUS COMES TO

  TOWN” --

  Tryxie and Pastoria

  and exit, L.I.E.)

  (Enter DOROTHY and IMOGEN (the

  cow) R.2.)

  Dorothy

  Well, where am I at?

  (Xing L. and looking around.)

  Surely, this isn’t Kansas?

  (To Cow)

  Imogen, we are lost, and we’ll never see

  home again. How poor Father will miss

  us.

  (Cow nods)

  You were the only thing to prove he ran a

  dairy. Now he won’t be able to mix up

  any more milk until I get back with the

  key to the plaster of Paris barrel. I wish

  we could run into another cyclone going

  the way we came from.

  (Cow weeps)

  What are you crying for?

  (Crying, herself.)

  Be brave, like me. Will somebody tell me

  the way back to Kansas.

  (Xing R. looking at house.)

  My! but our house is bent. Well, if the

  cyclone hasn’t blown Carrie Barry’s front

  door right on our porch. There’s her name

  on the doorplate. Hello! what’s this?

  (Takes folded paper from door. Reads it.)

  “To the Princess within.” Here’s a joke,

  Imogen.

  (Cow looks over her shouler.)

  Why it’s a love song from a perfect

  stranger.

  (Resumes reading.)

  (Enter WITCH of the North, and SIR

  DASHEMOFF DAILY, L.2.)

  Dashemoff

  (Pointing to Dorothy.)

  There she is, your Highness.

  Witch

  Whence comes this maiden?

  Dash.

  I know not. I only know I love her.

  Dorothy

  (Slapping Cow’s nose.)

  Go away, Imogen! Where are your

  manners! Keep your nose out of my

  correspondence hereafter.

  Witch

  Her name?

  (Chorus begins to enter, R. and L.)

  Dash.

  Caroline Barry. That’s the name on the

  doorplate of the cottage she arrived in.

  Dorothy

  (Still reading)

  How sweet.

  Dash.

  Do you refer to my poor poem?

  Dorothy

  (Surprised)

  Did you send me this, sir?

  Dash.

  I did. And may her Highness present me?

  Dorothy

  If her Highness pleases.

  Witch

  (Xing to Dorothy)

  Little girl, this is Sir Dashemoff Daily,

  our Poet Laureate, And I am Locusta, the

  Witch of the North.

  Dorothy

  (Recoiling)

  A witch?

  Witch

  Ah, don’t be afraid - I’m not one of the

  black cat and broomstick kind.

  Dorothy

  Then tell me - am I far from Kansas?

  Witch

  Kansas? Where
is Kansas?

  Dorothy

  Imogen, do you hear that? She’ll ask us

  next where Topeka is.

  Witch

  Listen, ye Munchkins; this pretty stranger

  is under my special protection.

  Dash.

  (To Dorothy)

  You are a lucky girl.

  Witch

  In proof of that I will bestow this magic

  ring upon her.

  (Putting ring on Dorothy’s finger, who

  has Xed to her.)

  Whoever wears this ring may have two

  wishes gratified.

  Dorothy

  Then I wish Imogen and me back to

  Kansas?

  (Pause)

  What’s the matter? Why don’t we arrive?

  Witch

  I’m sorry, but my wishes have no power

  beyond the land in which they are

  granted. They can only aid you here.

  Dorothy

  But I want to go home. Tell me, what am

  I to do?

  Witch

  You must go to the wonderful Wizard of

  Oz. He alone has the power to transport

  you across the burning desert. As a

  member of the Witches’ Union I have

  business elsewhere. When danger

  threatens, remember your ring.

  (Exits L.1.)

  Dash.

  Now Mistress Barry ----

  Dorothy

  I’m not Mistress Barry. I’m Dorothy Gale.

  Dash.

  But, the name on the door?

  Dorothy

  Oh, that door belongs to the cottage of an

  old maid who lived just below our farm.

  Dash.

  But I’ve made my song to Mistress Barry,

  and if you are not she --

  (Turns away, disconsolate.)

  Dorothy

  Oh, the song’s not wasted. I like it very

  much. I wish I knew it. How odd -- I DO

  know it. Why, it’s a miracle.

  Dash.

  No, it’s the ring. Your first wish has been

  granted.

  Dorothy

  We’ll see.

  -- “

  CARRIE BARRY” --

  (Dorothy and Chorus, with Dashemoff.

  During song the Scarecrow is carried on

  by two farmers and set up at stile. At end

  of song Chorus exits R. and L.)

  I dare not call her Caroline, I think of her

  as Carrie,

  Her eyes like stars at twilight shine,

  And they have won this heart of mine.

  With glances none could parry.

  And when she smiles a smile divine,

  With cruelty I task her, The dainty maid

  knows I’m afraid

  To bravely up and ask her.

  Chorus

  Airy, fairy, Carrie Barry, will you marry

  me

  I’m as much in love with you as a many

  can be.

  Night and day for you alway, I pine, and

  pine, and pine,

  Airy, fairy, Carrie Barry, say you will be

  mine.

  II.

  Though yet untold this love of mine,

  This love will never vary. I’m longing for

  some little sign

  One spoken word, one written line.

  That I may hope and tarry.

  For truth it is that I opine, she looks upon

 

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