ONE BOY. (To sassy GIRL) Aw, haw! Y’all ol’ Baptis’ ain’t got no bookcase in yo’ chuch. We went there one day an’ I saw uh soda cracker box settin’ up in de corner so I set down on it. (Pointing at sassy GIRL) Know what ole Mary Ella say? (Jeering laughter) Willie, you git up off our library! Haw! Haw! MARY ELLA. Y’all ole Meth’dis’ ain’t got no window panes in yo’ ole church. ANOTHER GIRL. (Takes center of stand, hands akimbo and shakes her hips) I don’t keer whut y’all say, I’m a Meth’dis’ bred an’ uh Meth’dis’ born an’ when I’m dead there’ll be uh Meth’dis’ gone. MARY ELLA. (Snaps fingers under other girl’s nose and starts singing. Several join her.) Oh Baptis’, Baptis’ is my name My name’s written on high I got my lick in de Baptis’ church Gointer eat up de Meth’dis’ pie. (The Methodist children jeer and make faces. The Baptist camp make faces back; for a full minute there is silence while each camp tries to outdo the other in face making. The Baptist makes the last face.) METHODIST BOY. Come on, less us don’t notice ’em. Less gwan down to de church an’ hear de trial. MARY ELLA. Y’all ain’t de onliest ones kin go. We goin’, too. WILLIE. Aw, haw! Copy cats! (Makes face) Dat’s right. Follow on behind us lak uh puppy dog tail. (They start walking toward right exit, switching their clothes behind.) Dat’s right. Follow on behind us lak uh puppy dog tail. (They start walking toward right exit, switching their clothes behind.) (Baptist children stage a rush and struggle to get in front of the Methodists. They finally succeed in flinging some of the Methodist children to the ground and some behind them and walk towards right exit haughtily switching their clothes.) WILLIE. (Whispers to his crowd) Less go round by Mosely’s lot an’ beat ’em there! OTHERS. All right! WILLIE. (Yellin’ to Baptists) We wouldn’t walk behind no ole Baptists! (The Methodists turn and walk off towards left exit, switching their clothes as the Baptists are doing.) SLOW CURTAIN ACT THREE SETTING: _A high stretch of railroad track thru a luxurious Florida forest. It is near sundown._ ACTION: _When the curtain rises there is no one on the stage, but there is a tremendous noise and hubbub off-stage right. There are yells of derision and shouts of anger. Part of the mob is trying to keep JIM in town, and part is driving him off. After a full minute of this, JIM enters with his guitar hanging around his neck and his coat over his shoulder. The sun is dropping low and red thru the forest. He is looking back angrily and shouting at the mob. A missile is thrown after him. JIM drops his coat and guitar and grabs up a piece of brick, and makes threatening gestures of throwing it._