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Make-believe: A Children's Play In A Prologue And Three Acts, a play by A. A. Milne |
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_ Make-Believe was first produced at the Lyric Theatre, Hammersmith, on December 24, 1918. The chief parts were played by Marjory Holman, Jean Cadell, Rosa Lynd, Betty Chester, Roy Lennol, John Barclay, Kinsey Peile, Stanley Drewitt, Ivan Berlyn, and Herbert Marshall--several parts each.
The playroom of the HUBBARD FAMILY--nine of them. Counting MR. and MRS. HUBBARD, we realize that there are eleven HUBBARDS in all, and you would think that one at least of the two people we see in the room would be a HUBBARD of sorts. But no. The tall manly figure is JAMES, the HUBBARDS' butler, for the HUBBARDS are able to afford a butler now. How different from the time when Old Mother Hubbard--called "old" because she was at least twenty-two, and "mother" because she had a passion for children--could not even find a bone for her faithful terrier; but, of course, that was before HENRY went into work. Well, the tall figure is JAMES, the butler, and the little one is ROSEMARY, a friend of the HUBBARD FAMILY. ROSEMARY is going in for literature this afternoon, as it's raining, and JAMES is making her quite comfortable first with pens and ink and blotting-paper--always so important when one wants to write. He has even thought of a stick of violet sealing-wax; after that there can be no excuse. ROSEMARY. Thank you, James. (She sits down.) If any one calls I am not at home. JAMES. Yes, Miss. ROSEMARY. You may add that I am engaged in writing my auto--autobiography. JAMES. Yes, Miss. ROSEMARY. It's what every one writes, isn't it, James? JAMES. I believe so, Miss. ROSEMARY. Thank you. (He goes to the door.) Oh, James? JAMES. Yes, Miss? ROSEMARY. What _is_ an autobiography? JAMES. Well, I couldn't rightly say, Miss--not to explain it properly. ROSEMARY (dismayed). Oh, James! . . . I thought you knew everything. JAMES. In the ordinary way, yes, Miss, but every now and then---- ROSEMARY. It's very upsetting. JAMES. Yes, Miss. . . . How would it be to write a play instead? Very easy work, they tell me. ROSEMARY (nodding). Yes, that's much better. I'll write a play. Thank you, James. JAMES. Not at all, Miss. [He goes out.] (ROSEMARY bites her pen, and thinks deeply. At last the inspiration comes.) ROSEMARY (as she writes). Make-Believe. M-a-k-e hyphen B-e-l---- (she stops and frowns) Now which way _is_ it? (She tries it on the blotting-paper) _That_ looks wrong. (She tries it again) So does that. Oh, dear! (She rings the bell . . . JAMES returns.) JAMES. Yes, Miss? ROSEMARY. James, I have decided to call my play Make-Believe. JAMES. Yes, Miss. ROSEMARY (carelessly). When you spell "believe," it is "i-e," isn't it? JAMES. Yes, Miss. ROSEMARY. I thought at first it was "e-i." JAMES. Now you mention it, I think it is, Miss. ROSEMARY (reproachfully). Oh, James! Aren't you certain? JAMES. M-a-k-e, make, B-e-l---- (He stops and scratches his whiskers.) ROSEMARY. Yes. _I_ got as far as that. JAMES. B-e-l---- ROSEMARY. You see, James, it spoils the play if you have an accident to the very first word of it. JAMES. Yes, Miss. B-e-l----I've noticed sometimes that if one writes a word careless-like on the blotting-paper, and then looks at it with the head on one side, there's a sort of instinct comes over one, as makes one say (with a shake of the head) "Rotten." One can then write it the other way more hopeful. ROSEMARY. I've tried that. JAMES. Then might I suggest, Miss, that you give it another name altogether? As it might be, "Susan's Saturday Night," all easy words to spell, or "Red Revenge," or---- ROSEMARY. I _must_ call it Make-Believe, because it's all of the play I've thought of so far. JAMES. Quite so, Miss. Then how would it be to spell it wrong on purpose? It comes funnier that way sometimes. ROSEMARY. Does it? JAMES. Yes, Miss. Makes 'em laugh. ROSEMARY. Oh! . . . Well, which _is_ the wrong way? JAMES. Ah, there you've got me again, Miss. ROSEMARY (inspired). I know what I'll do. I'll spell it "i-e"; and if it's right, then I'm right, and if it's wrong, then I'm funny. JAMES. Yes, Miss. That's the safest. ROSEMARY. Thank you, James. JAMES. Not at all, Miss. [He goes out.] ROSEMARY (writing). Make-Believe. A Christmas Entertainment---- (She stops and thinks, and then shakes her head.) No, play--a Christmas Play in three acts. Er---- (She is stuck.) [Enter JAMES.] JAMES. Beg pardon, Miss, but the Misses and Masters Hubbard are without, and crave admittance. ROSEMARY. All nine of them? JAMES. Without having counted them, Miss, I should say that the majority of them were present. ROSEMARY. Did you say that I was not at home? JAMES. Yes, Miss. They said that, this being their house, and you being a visitor, if you _had_ been at home, then you wouldn't have been here. Yumour on the part of Master Bertram, Miss. ROSEMARY. It's very upsetting when you're writing a play. JAMES. Yes, Miss. Perhaps they could help you with it. The more the merrier, as you might say. ROSEMARY. What a good idea, James. Admit them. JAMES. Yes, Miss. (He opens the door and says very rapidly) The Misses Ada, Caroline, Elsie, Gwendoline, and Isabel Hubbard, The Masters Bertram, Dennis, Frank, and Harold Hubbard. (They come in.) ROSEMARY. How do you do? ADA. Rosemary, darling, what _are_ you doing? BERTRAM. It's like your cheek, bagging our room. CAROLINE (primly). Hush, Bertram. We ought always to be polite to our visitors when they stay with us. I am sure, if Rosemary wants our room---- DENNIS. Oh, chuck it! ADA (at ROSEMARY'S shoulder). Oh, I say, she's writing a play! (Uproar and turmoil, as they all rush at ROSEMARY.) THE BOYS. Coo! I say, shove me into it. What's it about? Bet it's awful rot. THE GIRLS. Oh, Rosemary! Am _I_ in it? Do tell us about it. Is it for Christmas? ROSEMARY (in alarm). James, could you----? JAMES (firmly). Quiet, there, quiet! Down, Master Dennis, down! Miss Gwendoline, if you wouldn't mind---- (He picks her up and places her on the floor.) Thank you. (Order is restored.) ROSEMARY. Thank you, James. . . . Yes, it's a play for Christmas, and it is called "Make-Believe," and that's all I'm certain about yet, except that we're all going to be in it. BERTRAM. Then I vote we have a desert island---- DENNIS. And pirates---- FRANK. And cannibals---- HAROLD (gloatingly). Cannibals eating people--Oo! CAROLINE (shocked). Harold! How would _you_ like to be eaten by a cannibal? DENNIS. Oh, chuck it! How would _you_ like to be a cannibal and have nobody to eat? (CAROLINE is silent, never having thought of this before.) ADA. Let it be a fairy-story, Rosemary, darling. It's so much _prettier_. ELSIE. With a lovely princess---- GWENDOLINE. And a humble woodcutter who marries her---- KATE (her only contribution). P'itty P'incess. BERTRAM. Princesses are rot. ELSIE (with spirit). So are pirates! (Deadlock.) CAROLINE. _I_ should like something about Father Christmas, and snow, and waits, and a lovely ball, and everybody getting nice presents and things. DENNIS (selfishly, I'm afraid). Bags I all the presents. (Of course, the others aren't going to have that. They all say so together.) ROSEMARY (above the turmoil). James, I _must_ have silence. JAMES. Silence, all! ROSEMARY. Thank you. . . . You will be interested to hear that I have decided to have a Fairy Story _and_ a Desert Island _and_ a Father Christmas. ALL. Good! (Or words to that effect) ROSEMARY (biting her pen). I shall begin with the Fairy Story. (There is an anxious silence. None of them has ever seen anybody writing a play before. How does one do it? Alas, ROSEMARY herself doesn't know. She appeals to JAMES.) James, how _do_ you begin a play? I mean when you've _got_ the title. JAMES (a man of genius). Well, Miss Rosemary, seeing that it's to be called "Make-Believe," why not make-believe as it's written already? ROSEMARY. What a good idea, James! JAMES. All that is necessary is for the company to think very hard of what they want, and--there we are! Saves all the bother of writing and spelling and what not. ROSEMARY (admiringly.) James, how clever you are! JAMES. So-so, Miss Rosemary. ROSEMARY. Now then, let's all think together. Are you all ready? ALL. Yes! (They clench their hands.) ROSEMARY. Then one, two, three--Go! (They think. . . . The truth is that JAMES, who wasn't really meant to be in it, thinks too. If there is anything in the play which you don't like, it is JAMES thinking.) _ |
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