our town lines

Stage Manager: “Now, is there anyone in the audience who would like to ask Editor Webb anything about the town?”

“Is there much drinking in Grover’s Corners?”

Mr. Webb:”Right good for a snake bit, y’know—always was.”

“Is there no one in town aware of—”

Stage Manager:”Come forward, will you, whee we can all hear you—What were you saying?”

“Is there no one in town aware of social injustice and industrial inequality?”

Mr.Webb:”Seems like they spend most of their time talking about who’s rich and who’s poor.”

“Then why don’t they do something about it?”

Mr.Webb:”—Are there any other questions?”

”Oh, Mr.Webb? Mr.Webb, is there any culture or love of beauty in Grover’s Corners?”

Mr.Webb:”—those are just about as far as we go.”

“So I thought. Thank you, Mr.Webb.”

Mrs.Soames: “Perfectly beautiful farm.”

“It’s on the same road we lived on.”

A man among the dead:”Yepp, right smart farm.”

“I always liked that hymn. I was hopin’ they’d sing a hymn.”

The Dead:”Little cooler than it was.”

“Yes, that rain’s cooled it off a little.”

The Dead:”Those northeast winds always do the same thing, don’t they?”

“If it isn’t rain, it’s a three day blow.”

Another man among the dead:”A star’s mighty good company.”

“Yes. Yes it is.”

The Dead:”That’s funny.”

“' ‘Taint no time for one of them to be here.—Goodness sakes.”

(George sinks to his knees then falls full length at Emily’s feet.)

“Goodness! That ain’t no way to behave.”