The Raymer enterprise., 1917-01-04
CHRISTMAS PLAY IS
WRITTEN BY STUDENT
Raymer High School Students
Write Christmas Drama as
Part Of Course In The English
Class---Many Show Talent.

Class---Many Show Talent.
No matter where we are, or what
may be our condition in life. as Christ
mas Day draws near we all become &C.
quainted with the Christmas Feeling
A one-act character sketch, written
by Arthur Ducker. member of the En-
glish class of the Raymer high school.
Cast of Characters:
l A young salesman.
II A drunkard.
Ill An old maid.
Nv A negro boy.
Scene-room in q boarding house or
hotel.
First character is stretched out in
his chair before the fireplace, and rails
ing his arms above his head begins
"Ho, hum! Only three days until
Christmas, and l am about fourteen
hundred miles from home. The first
time that I've ever spent Christmas
away from the folks and home. Little
did | think when | accepted this posi-
tion as salesman, that l would be SO
far away at Christmas time. But such
is life." (Gets up and crosses room to
window.) 20, shucks! l suppose it's
foolish for me to think this way about
it. (Shrugs his shoulders as though dis
gusted, then resuming his former atti-
tude) But cant help it, suppose it
is just the Christmas feelin' as mother
always says when this time of the year
comes round. I'm just like little
kid longing for something Il don't
know what. There'll be no Christmas
for me this year. 1t will be just like
any other day, entering stale-smelling
offices filled with cigar smske, arguing
with would-be investor. eating at a
cafe, and-Oh, shaw Throwing back
his shoulders leaves the room. whistling
When you're long, long way from
home. +"
Enters second character. Drunk and
staggering along the street. and stops
in front of a window of a comfortable
residence. He hears the Christmas
music of the Victrola.
liter [hickl looks warm in there.
And. stutteringl l-er wish had a
p-p-pIace like t-t-this. l once had a
p'place like t-this = burned down |
guess laughs forced laughl wasn't
always f-f-full like this. Uued to be
r-r-rather decent fore Annie an the
kid died, but aint worth a cuss any
more. Guess III be goin' down to the
saloon. "(Stumbles out.)
Enters third character. Comes twist
ing into the room. Straightens the
cloth on the table and blows the dust
off some books. LAND sakes! | just
can't keep things straight; and Christ
mas coming on. picks up some sew
ing) Let me think; ! have most all my
presents ready-apron for Mary's little
girl 49, Don't believe III give
this away (holding up sewing) it's too
nice to give away, so III just keep it. "
Exit.
Fourth character entering at door:
"Sure won't taste good; taste purity
p'culyar, ah bet. Yah know Marse
Jawn say if ah hang my socks an he
puts that ar jack knife in fust, it go
right straight fru de hole in de toe.
All know, Ize gwine ter ak Marsee TO
his sock, an'-goes to the and calls
Answer from outside: Shut-up, you
young coon. What's all that racket
about, anyway? Oh! Marse Jawn, de
rats done ct up all my socks, an ah
wants ter ak youall fo' one uf youah
socks, Marse Jawn. (Rolls his eyes at
audience. Voice from outside: How
will that do? Sock is thrown into the
room. That 'er one amt big 'nough,
Marsc Jawn, ah wants one uf yoah
own socks. (Second sock is thrown in,
and this one is large enough for the
little coon to climb into.) OATS jest
de checker, boss. Then in an UNDER
tone) Hully Gel He shur do hab big
feet. land dancing around the room
holding out the big stocking adds) All
habe shur 'nough got intox Gated wild
DAT CHRISTMAS FEELIN." Cur
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