Some years ago, when I
was on a national tour of the musical Mame
starring Juliet Prowse, I published a weekly newspaper for the company called The Mame Bugle. It was usually two sides
of an 8-1/2x14-inch sheet, which I composed on a portable electronic typewriter
and had a printed at various local copy shops along the way. Our company
numbered 55-60 actors, musicians, technicians, dressers, chaperones, tutors,
infants, a road manager, and, for a brief period, a dog.
The newspaper’s contents
consisted of articles on each of the 23 cities where we played, a recap of the
previous week’s attendance, info on the following week’s hotels, personal news
in a column called “Tour Tidbits,” games in which readers were to guess the
identity of company members from clues given, crossword puzzles, word games,
poetry, bad jokes, and the “Everyone-Noticed-You” column, which awarded a prize
for the most egregious aberration in performance.
I was abetted in this
journalistic endeavor by an actor named Neil Badders, who wrote much of the
copy, and we also solicited contributions from company members.
This was a submission
from our star, the late and much lamented Juliet Prowse:
“Slanted Definitions”
Bacteria
– Lunchroom for chiropractors
Filly
– Nonfenfical or ridiculouf
Gladiator – How the lion felt after consuming the Christian
Melanesia – Loss of memory in cantaloupes
Ragamuffin – Something to eat at a Ravi Shankar concert
Worcester – Even worse than worst
The Bard of Buffalo
Bayou is a native of Worcester, as readers of his verse are quick to note.
Miss
Juliet Prowse
Was
taking her bows
After
a Mame matinee.
When
along came a spider,
Who
sat down beside her
And
said he had just seen the play.
Then
he got analytic,
Said
he was a critic,
And
began to attack and deride her.
So
Miss Prowse took her shoe
And
did just what I’d do—
And
that was the end of the spider.
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