Herbert (removes chessboard): Wonder what yarn he’s got for us to-night? (Places chess-board on piano.) Herbert: Joke! And me with the sack! Pretty idea of a joke you’ve got, I don’t think. White (chuckling): I lay awake o’ night often, and think: If Herbert took a nap, and let his what d’you-call-ums - dynamos, run down, all Fulham would be in darkness. Just now my dynamos don’t leave me any time for love-making. Sufficient for the day - as the sayin’ goes. (She brings the tray with a bottle of whisky, glasses, a lemon, spoons, buns, and a knife to the table.) Matter o’ three years, with the raise promised me. Herbert (on back of chair, c): Why, I shall work that off in no time, dad. White (r., growling): Nice job I made o’ that, too! With two hundred pounds owin’ on it. And so do you, or you wouldn’t ha’ bought it. One of the few old-fashioned houses left near London. Herbert (down c): And it’s not such a bad place, dad, after all. (He rises, goes to fireplace and lights pipe.) (She goes to dresser and busies herself wiping tumbler and tray there.) White: Ought to, after thirty years, John. White: Perhaps I’ll - perhaps I’ll -! What d’you mean? (Bursts out laughing) There! You always know what’s going on inside o’ me, don’t you, mother? White, who has risen, and is at his side.) What’s the County Council thinking of, that’s what I want to know? Because this is the only house in the road it doesn’t matter if nobody can get near it, I s’pose. White (still in a temper): Lovers’ Lane, Fulham! Ho! of all the beastly, slushy, out-o’-the-way places to live in! Pathway’s a bog, and the road’s a torrent. Herbert: Now, father! Morris’ll turn up all right. Your friends can’t come for a quiet chat, and you addle your brains over a confounded. White (with an outbreak of disgust and sweeping the chessmen off the board): That’s the worst of living so far out. I should hardly think Sergeant-Major Morris’d come tonight. White (trying to distract his attention): Hark at the wind. You turn what ought to be an innocent relaxation. White (disgusted): I don’t hold with them scientific rules. White (very excited): I see it! Lemme have that back I. White: Mean to say he’s beaten you at last? Herbert: Oh, you’re a deep ‘un, dad, aren’t you? White (moving at last, and triumphant): There, Herbert, my boy, I got you, I think. On the mantelpiece, a clock, old china figures, etc. A comfortable armchair each side of the fireplace. On the right, a cupboard, then a fireplace. On the inside of the street door, a wire letter-box. and back an alcove with the street door fully visible. Further forward a dresser, with plates, glasses, etc. Set corner-wise in the left angle at the back a deep window further fronts L., three or four steps lead up to a door. The living-room of an old-fashioned college on the outskirts of Fulham. The cost is 10.00 plus 10 shipping (Canada and USA) 15.00 to other places.” Once again, and also in the spirit of compare and contrast, this audio version will differ from the play and the short story. it is only available in cassettes (with the 3 other stories – CBC Mystery Theater Volume 3). I e-mailed Mark Bornstein at Scenario Productions to check on specific costs and got a speedy response. I listened to the 4-minute opening clip given as a sample on Scenario’s site and was impressed. I offer this version in hopes that some teachers will use it to challenge at least some of their students to compare and contrast this version with the short story (a blog entry in the new year).Īn audio version of the play is available for purchase from Scenario Productions. Today’s entry is the classic “A Monkey’s Paw” but as a play. Does your classroom have the Mackenzie Middle Years Alphabet?Ĭlick here for several iMovies of explanation.
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