Once Upon A Friday....
Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2005 3:48 am
Washington… April 14 - President Lincoln and wife, with other friends, this evening visited Ford's Theatre for the purpose of witnessing the performance of the "American Cousin." (The Times got it wrong by the way, the title was actually "Our American Cousin," penned at mid-century by one Tom Taylor.)
http://www.nytimes.com/learning/general ... /0414.html
http://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/etext02/ouamc11.txt
Odd thing about that play, it's supposed to be "A Drama in 3 Acts." If that be so, it ranks as one of the silliest dramas you'd ever want to read, for my money seriously. The humor is at times a bit stale, but still works even today.
Here's a sample or two:
Florence: He writes from Brattleboro' Vt. "Quite well, just come in from a shooting excursion, with a party of Crows, splendid fellows, six feet high.''
Dundreary: Birds six feet high, what tremendous animals they must be.
Florence: Oh, I see what my brother means; a tribe of Indians called Crows, not birds.
Dundreary: Oh, I thought you meant those creatures with wigs on them.
Florence: Wigs!
Dundreary: I mean those things that move, breathe and walk, they look like animals with those things. [Moving his arms like wings.]
Florence: Wings.
Dundreary: Birds with wings, that's the idea.
(As you may have guessed by this time, Dundreary was...well, a little light in the bellfrey would be fair - nutty as Aunt Fanny's fruitcake, but harmless.)
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Mr. Lincoln did not see that scene, as his party had not yet arrived.
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Mrs. Mountchessington: Mr. Trenchard, you will please recollect you are addressing my daughter, and in my presence.
Asa: Yes, I'm offering her my heart and hand just as she wants them with nothing in 'em.
Mrs. Mountchessington: August, dear, to you room.
Augusta: Yes, ma, the nasty beast. [Exit R.]
Mrs. Mountchessington: I am aware, Mr. Trenchard, you are not used to the manners of good society, and that, alone, will excuse the impertinence of which you have been guilty.
Asa: Don't know the manners of good society, eh? Well, I guess I know enough to turn you inside out, old gal– you sockdologizing old man-trap. (Ibid.)
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At this point, history tells us that a great gust of laughter engulfed the more than one thousand theatre patrons, strong enough by some accounts to muffle the sharp crack of a pistol; others say that those who did hear it took no real notice, merely thinking it part of the stage action.
One man knew better, the actor Harry Hawk – he who had just uttered what may have been the last words Abraham Lincoln ever heard on this earth…once upon a Friday, the 14th of April 1865.
It's ancient history now of course (more than 51,000 days elapsed) and yet...was it really that long?
Florence: And I am sure you will not regret your kindness shown to Our American Cousin. But don't go yet, pray—for Lord Dundreary has a word to say.
Dundreary [Sneezes.] That's the idea.
(In addition to being certifiable, Dundreary also had a thing for sneezing!)
Okay now to bed... Point?? well, no...not really, not this time anyway.
http://www.nytimes.com/learning/general ... /0414.html
http://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/etext02/ouamc11.txt
Odd thing about that play, it's supposed to be "A Drama in 3 Acts." If that be so, it ranks as one of the silliest dramas you'd ever want to read, for my money seriously. The humor is at times a bit stale, but still works even today.
Here's a sample or two:
Florence: He writes from Brattleboro' Vt. "Quite well, just come in from a shooting excursion, with a party of Crows, splendid fellows, six feet high.''
Dundreary: Birds six feet high, what tremendous animals they must be.
Florence: Oh, I see what my brother means; a tribe of Indians called Crows, not birds.
Dundreary: Oh, I thought you meant those creatures with wigs on them.
Florence: Wigs!
Dundreary: I mean those things that move, breathe and walk, they look like animals with those things. [Moving his arms like wings.]
Florence: Wings.
Dundreary: Birds with wings, that's the idea.
(As you may have guessed by this time, Dundreary was...well, a little light in the bellfrey would be fair - nutty as Aunt Fanny's fruitcake, but harmless.)
..........
Mr. Lincoln did not see that scene, as his party had not yet arrived.
........
Mrs. Mountchessington: Mr. Trenchard, you will please recollect you are addressing my daughter, and in my presence.
Asa: Yes, I'm offering her my heart and hand just as she wants them with nothing in 'em.
Mrs. Mountchessington: August, dear, to you room.
Augusta: Yes, ma, the nasty beast. [Exit R.]
Mrs. Mountchessington: I am aware, Mr. Trenchard, you are not used to the manners of good society, and that, alone, will excuse the impertinence of which you have been guilty.
Asa: Don't know the manners of good society, eh? Well, I guess I know enough to turn you inside out, old gal– you sockdologizing old man-trap. (Ibid.)
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At this point, history tells us that a great gust of laughter engulfed the more than one thousand theatre patrons, strong enough by some accounts to muffle the sharp crack of a pistol; others say that those who did hear it took no real notice, merely thinking it part of the stage action.
One man knew better, the actor Harry Hawk – he who had just uttered what may have been the last words Abraham Lincoln ever heard on this earth…once upon a Friday, the 14th of April 1865.
It's ancient history now of course (more than 51,000 days elapsed) and yet...was it really that long?
Florence: And I am sure you will not regret your kindness shown to Our American Cousin. But don't go yet, pray—for Lord Dundreary has a word to say.
Dundreary [Sneezes.] That's the idea.
(In addition to being certifiable, Dundreary also had a thing for sneezing!)
Okay now to bed... Point?? well, no...not really, not this time anyway.
