Three plays : $b Lawing and jawing; Forty yards; WoofingHurston, Zora Neale
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Three plays : $b Lawing and jawing; Forty yards; Woofing
Hurston, Zora Neale
African Americans -- Drama
ACTION: Thru the open window of 'one' of
the shacks a WOMAN is discovered
ironing. A MAN is sitting on the
floor of the porch asleep. She
hums a bar or two, then comes to
the window and calls to the man.
Woman
Good Black, why don't you git up from dere and carry dese white folks
clothes home? You always want money but you wouldn't hit a lick at a
snake!
Man
Aw, shut up woman. I'm tired of hearin' bout dem white folks clothes. I
don't keer if dey never git 'em.
Woman
You better keer! Dese very clothes took and brought _you_ out de crack.
'Cause de first time I saw you you was so hungry till you was walkin'
lap-legged. Man, you had de white-mouf, you was so hungry.
(Enter another MAN leisurely. Good
Black sees him and calls)
Good Black
Hey, Cliffert, where you headed for?
Cliffert
Oh, no where in particular.
Good Black
Come here then, fish, and lemme bend a checker game over yo' head. Come
on, youse my fish.
Cliffert
(Comes to the porch and sits)
Git de checkers and I'll have you any, some or none. I push a mean
chuck-a-luck myself.
Woman
(Voice inside quarreling)
Dress up and strut around! Yes! Play checkers? Yes! Eat? Yes! Work? No!!
(The game starts. A period of silence
in which they indicate their
concentration by frowns, cautious
moves, head scratching. GOOD BLACK is
pointing his index finger over the
board indicating moves. He wig-wags,
starts to move, scratches his head
thoroughly, changes his mind and fools
around without moving)
Cliffert
Police! Police! Come here and make dis man move!
Good Black
Aw, I got plenty moves.
(Scratches his head)
Jus' tryin' to see which one I want to make. But when I do move, it's
gointer be just too bad for you.
(A guitar is heard off stage and
Cliffert brightens. He cups his hand
and calls)
Cliffert
Hey Lonnie! Come here! Ha, ha, ha! I got me a fish.
(Enter LONNIE picking "East Coast" on
his box and stands watching the game.
He ceases to play as he stops walking)
Ha, ha! You see ol' Good Black goes for a hard guy. He tries to know
more than a mule and a mule's head longer'n his'n. Ha, ha! I set a trap
for him and he fell right in it. Trying to ride de britches! _Now_ look
at him.
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