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CHORUS: |
SEVENTY
SIX TROMBONES[Sing intro and first section of song on "bah",
then on "do" vowel, no lyric] |
| Voice 1:
|
[Spoken
in rhythm]
Look what d'ya talk, what d'ya talk, what d'ya talk, what d'ya talk! |
| Voice 2:
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You can
talk, you can talk, you can bicker, you can talk, You can bicker, bicker,
bicker. You can talk bicker talk. |
| Voice 3:
|
But is he
in the territory? |
| ALL:
|
WHO? |
| Voice 3:
|
Hill! |
| ALL:
|
Hill! Professor
Hill? |
| CHORUS:
|
[softly
speaking] PICK-A-LITTLE, TALK-A-LITTLE |
| Voice 4:
|
He just
disappeared |
| Voice 5:
|
Does she
know? |
| Voice 6:
|
Does she
care? |
| CHORUS:
|
[end Pick-A-Little
and freeze] |
| Voice 7:
|
But he's
somewhere in the territory! |
| Marion
|
[walks by
contemplating the letter she has in her hand] |
| CHORUS:
|
GOOD NIGHT
MY SOMEONE |
| Mrs Squires:
|
Ah, it
was so-o-o romantic when the Profesor and Marion fell in love. |
| Alma: |
Romantic,
my foot -- it was the most blatant case of hornswaggling I ever saw! |
| Maud: |
Oh hailstones
and sasprilla; the trouble that flim flam Professor Hill gave our husbands
on the school board! |
| Alma: |
They brought
it on themselves; all that bickering from morning til night. |
| Eulalie
|
The only
thing those men can ever agree on is a chords and now they are singing
upstreet [chorus matching motion sweep] and down alley [sweep]! |
| Ethel: |
Oh, but
in that, they are always perfectly Sincere ... |
| SCHOOL
BD MALE QUARTET: |
SINCERE |
| Maud: |
Eulalie,
won't you be setting that song to dance? |
| Eulalie:
|
Heavens,
no! My Ladies Auxiliary for Classic Dance performs only the classics,
such as the extremely popular Grecian Urns from last year's Sociable.
This year we are expanding our repertoire to include the Classic Greek
Rr-ruins.
[poses are struck by Pickalittle ladies as pillars, fallen walls,
etc] |
| Zaneeta:
|
Eee gads!! |
| Marion
|
[walks
by with her letter, oblivious. All eyes follow, and women slowly regain
their regular posture] |
| Alma: |
I'd sure
like to know what's in that letter. I'll bet that Professor Hill is up
to no good! |
| Ethel: |
Oh, I hope
it holds wonderful news -- she could certain use some ... |
| Mrs. Squires:
|
She's always
been a little bit ... peculiar |
| Maud: |
What can
you expect when she's always in the library surrounded by all those DIRTY
BOOKS? -- |
| Alma: |
Chaucer! |
| Mrs. Squires:
|
Rabelais! |
| Eulalie:
|
Balzac!! |
| CHORUS:
|
PICK-A-LITTLE |
| SCHOOL
BOARD MALE QUARTET: |
[starts
talking over chorus singing] |
| SB1: |
Maud! We
really must be going |
| SB2: |
Alma! Time
to get supper on |
| SB3: |
I say, Mrs.
Squires! Come along my dear |
| SB4: |
Good night,
good night, good night ladies!! |
| SB QTET:
|
GOOD NIGHT
LADIES |
| CHORUS
|
[begins
whispering and gossiping quietly] |
| Eulalie:
|
Ladies!
Ladies! Tempous fugit. Your attention please. I have an anouncement for
the members of the Classic Dance Auxiliary. |
| Academy
Members: |
[gather
around or come forward -- excitement, anticipation, a few query] Well,
what is it? |
| Eulalie:
|
We must
review the steps of our presentation this afternoon. Remember, ladies,
to step lightly. We must mooove with grace and ... and agility. [she demonstrates]
We must carefully watch our mooooooovements. [chorus watches with admiration]
And I have the most wonderful surprise. |
| Zaneeta:
|
Eeeee gads! |
| Everyone
|
Surprise?? |
| Eulalie:
|
Yes, I
have ordered ... [pause to create suspense] ... I have ordered two Bee-uutiful
Gr-r-r eecian Urns to enhance our performce! |
| Everyone
|
[excitement,
reaction] Grecian Urns! |
| Eulalie:
|
And they
will be arriving any moment on the Wells Fargo Wagon! |
| Everyone
|
[excited]
The Wells Fargo Wagon! |
| CHORUS
|
WELLS FARGO
WAGON
[after song - action FREEZES - Mrs Paroo and Marion move to mikes] |
| Mrs Paroo:
|
[to Marion]
When are you gonna stop arguin' with yourself? You keep tellin' yourself
that those precious library books are the most important thing in your
life. Don't you ever think of being in love, darlin'? |
| Marion:
|
Mamma! I
do have my standards where men are concerned. |
| Mrs Paroo:
|
Well, all
I know is if you keep the flint in one draw4er and the steel in another,
you will never start much of a fire! |
| Marion:
|
Oh, mamma. |
| Mrs Paroo:
|
I had hoped
you would fall in love with that nice Professor Harol Hill .. him being
a graduate of the Gary Conservatory of Music and all. |
| Marion:
|
Mamma, Harold
Hill cannot read a single not of music. |
| Mrs Paroo:
|
[smiles
as tho' she has a secret] Ah yes. The THINK system.
[Male Quartet moves in behind] |
| Marion:
|
[softening]
The THINK System is very new. Experimental, in fact. One must remember,
one can do anything if one puts one's mind to it ...
[Marion & Mrs Paroo freeze until action starts across stage] |
| SB1: |
It's a
perfect day for our 4th of July picnic today. The sun is shining, not
a cloud in sight. |
| SB2: |
Not so
fast there. You're forgetting this is Iowa. I see some clouds gathering
there far off in the west. Likely to have a shower or two by mid-afternoon. |
| SB3: |
It'll be
more than a shower. The Gazette predicts hail. Probably wipe out the whole
crop before 4 o'clock. Sure enough. |
| SB4: |
None of
ya know what is going to be. Let's just sing. Remember LIDA ROSE QUACKENBUSH??? |
SB QUARTET:
CHORUS: |
LIDA ROSE
DREAM OF NOW |
| Marion:
|
[walks
by with her letter ... women are still curious] |
| Mildred:
|
I wonder
what Professor Hill wrote to Marion. Maybe it's a passion love letter
... |
| Gladys:
|
Maybe it's
the music for Minuet in G. [sarcastic] |
| Hester:
|
According
to Professor Hill, all a person needed to do was to think about the Minuet
in G over and over again and soon the music just came right out. Like
the [placing her forefingers against both right and left temples] ...
La de da de da de da . La de da ... La de da... |
| Chorus:
|
[joins
and supports Hester in presenting the melody of Minuet in G] |
| Mildred:
|
And he got
little Winthrop [extend hand indicate height of child] to talk by teaching
him that song with hardly any s's in it? |
| Gladys:
|
Oh yeah.
Gary, Indiana. |
| CHORUS:
|
GARY INDIANA |
| Eulalie:
|
Tempus fugit,
ladies. Places. Places ... |
| GRECIAN
RUINS |
[5 ladies
of classic dance auxiliary do their thing - chorus reacts some favorably,
some in horror] |
| Zaneeta:
|
Eee gads!
THEY should use the THINK SYSTEM! |
| CHORUS |
[freezes
- Mrs Paroo and Marion to mikes] |
| Mrs Paroo:
|
It's working. |
| Marion:
|
What's working? |
| Mrs Paroo
|
The THINK
SYSTEM. I been sayin' to meself. "Think [she places forefingers against
both temples] Think, Think about Marion being in love. Think about Marion
being in love with that nice Professor Hill." |
| Marion:
|
Oh Mamma |
| SOLO &
SMALL GROUP: |
TIL THERE
WAS YOU |
| Marion:
|
[vacilates
and then finally opens the letter] Oh, Harold [affectionate disgust] You'll
never change! |
| Mrs Squires:
|
Ladies,
you can't change a spellbinder like Harold Hill |
| Maud: |
He came
into River City and the people were taken in by his charm. Then he left. |
| Alma: |
By now
he will have found several more towns and repeated his scheme again and
again. |
| Hester:
|
Bue he
did give us something too. He gave us something to be proud of and he
gave us hope that we could build a band. |
| Band Mbrs:
|
[move to
frontrow with istruments -- others move back -- band and chorus march
to song] |
| CHORUS:
|
76 TROMBONES
[with double intro -- "bah"] |