Cantors (Judaism) -- Drama; Fathers and sons -- Drama; Jewish families -- Drama; Jewish singers -- Drama; New York (N.Y.) -- Drama
[_As he blacks up_]. Why? You know why—people like you—like Lee. I’ve
got Broadway in my blood. There’s something sweet about the sound of
the English language in my ears.... I want to be part of America. I
want to take it in my arms.... Gee, I wish I could express myself!...
MARY
[_Understandingly_]. My dear, I think I realize what you’re going
through.
JACK
No you don’t.... [_Intently._] Mary, my father is sick because of me.
MARY
[_Quickly_]. Nonsense.
JACK
He said a month ago he never wanted to see me again. I can see him now,
eating his heart out ever since.
MARY
[_Gently_]. What can you do about it? Go down on the East Side and be a
Cantor the rest of your life?
JACK
No. [_Pause._]
MARY
Don’t you care about your career on the stage?
JACK
[_Passionately_]. It’s the only thing in the world for me.
MARY
The only thing?
JACK
Yes, the only thing.
MARY
[_Slowly_]. More than me, Jack?
JACK
More than you.
MARY
[_Swiftly, with feeling_]. That’s what I’ve been waiting to find out.
[_Music begins again off-stage._] Oh, don’t you see, Jack—I don’t want
you selfishly. I want to see you live your own life. If the thing you
want most is to be a black-face minstrel, then don’t let _anything_
stand in your way—not your parents—me—anything....
JACK
[_He is finishing blacking up_]. I guess you’ve got the right idea,
Mary. You’re O. K. [_There is a knock on the door._] Come in.
GENE
[_Enters_]. Time you’re ready for your first number, Mr. Robin.
JACK
I’m almost ready now, Gene.
GENE
All right, Mr. Robin. [_He goes._]
JACK
Hear that music? That’s that new fox-trot. [_Hums, crosses stage and
washes hands._] It’s a steal from something.... Mary, you know, if
people only knew what it was to black up like this, I bet everybody
would do it. What’s the name of that bird that puts his head in the
ground and thinks he’s all covered up?
MARY
Ostrich?
JACK
Well, I feel like him with this black on. It covers your face and hides
everything.... You know, Mary, this would be a good job if I didn’t
have to buy so much soap. [_Crosses to make-up shelf. Another knock on
the door._] Come in.
JIMMY
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